Reveries


Endeavoring through reveries that never seem to last,
It's times like this, I reminisce on the past.
Amassed in a draft autobiographical fashion,
my life flashes. Synapses in a scent
are far from innocent, but I let 'em slip.
My words, like birds feather tips,
attempted to fly but were denied by better grips than mine.
As I see this all in my mind's eye,
I'm reminded of a time now distant.
It's existence is preserved but lines blur as it recurs.
Still.. I like to hold on. Still.. picture frames claim my goings-on..


You see..
Reality has a funny way of setting in,
because by now I'd mastered my apathetic grin.
I could casually pass as if it didn't matter when it did.
I just wish I felt the way I do now about it then.


I just wish I felt the way I do now about it then,
because even when I saw you, I thought you would walk through the door.
I couldn't fathom your passing anymore than the sun ceasing to set,
but I proactively choose not to lose you in seas of regret.
Some memetic adage I'm sure could accurately capture my sentiment,
but we both know this is only the beginning not the end of it.
Your memory lives on. This song is a testament.


Endeavoring through reveries that never seem to last,
It's times like this, I reminisce on the past.
Amassed in a draft autobiographical fashion,
my life flashes. Synapses in a scent...

Intermission

Chorus (x1)
I'm a brand new man.
I've got a brand new perspective with a brand new plan.
I can't be stopped by anyone who stands in my way.
I will achieve my dreams and see them through today.
Please don't delay.

Verse 1
With true intentions influencing,
I commence this intervention of the mind.
I've tried to refine and better my life before.
but I've let things slip and I seemed to have tripped up once more.
And what's more, is that I've shut the door on those that'd come for me in my time of need.
Please, this is me asking for your sympathy.
I know I don't deserve kind words after what you've heard from me,
but you must believe that I didn't mean half the things I said.
You see, because it was a part of me that I wanted dead.

Chorus (x2)
I'm a brand new man.
I've got a brand new perspective with a brand new plan.
I can't be stopped by anyone who stands in my way.
I will achieve my dreams and see them through today.
Please don't delay.

Verse 2
This may be irrelevant, but years came and went.
and at times it seems like we barely met.
You and I now a distant memory that we dare forget.
Once prepared for shared regret,
We, now, act as if we weren't meant to be.
Perhaps it's best that you set us free.
Eventually, we'll align with our destinies.
You with yours and I with mine, clandestinely.
So why don't we just let it be.

Chorus (x2)
I'm a brand new man.
I've got a brand new perspective with a brand new plan.
I can't be stopped by anyone who stands in my way.
I will achieve my dreams and see them through today.
Please don't delay. (x2)

Providence


This is life- as we know it in a once-just society.
We're witnessing the post-modern decay of the proprieties.
The lustful idling of trusted tyrants finally compiling.
In time we'll see the irony.
For now, we follow blindly- widening the gap
between the rich and poor. The middle class is under attack
from serfdom purposefully worded in terms,
so the would-be burdened turn to servitude with open arms
worshiping the serpents charms.

Bliss


Undulating, My words are the undertow of wading pools at oceans end.
The cove transcends my reverie, but I remember we would listen to the moon.
She'd sing her song and harmonize with you and I in the summer months.
I think in June, perhaps July, we watched as time stood still -
passers-by to eloquently spoken moon beams on that desert hill.
As if by feathered quill, I could see the night sky being inked upon your eyes in timeless breaths.
The windows cried and confessed; they'd never witnessed love like this,
and as the fog condensed to liquid tears, you inscripted bliss into this barely beating heart of twenty years.

Oracle


Oracle rhetoricals form the full moon.
Eyes blood red- alive, but dead- the storm's soon upon us.
The current weather tends to calm us, so we sew our own fate-
condone our own hate.
Devils lie in wait as our eyes dilate-
desensitized to the lies that the night creates.
It might be too late.
Chained away our souls decay into insomniacs living in a masquerade.
No chance to escape.
Bad habits enslave and you can't get away.
It's natural to want to stay
trapped in a snare-
tricked by the cunning of the care free.
Yeah. I got away, but just barely.
Who's burden is mine to carry?
Mine, and mine alone?
I disagree.
I'd still be blind trying to find some hope if someone hadn't helped me.
These wealthy skeletons delve in hell again, but I refuse to choose that well of sin.
My fountain of youth is the booth and the sounds I spin.

Clarity

I swear it seems unfair to see embarrassing-
ly cliche "carry-me-to-where-I-need-and-share-the-greed"
type marrow-frees make their Cd's and dare to lead.

I use

the air I breathe most carefully for clarity,
and through celerity I dare to be a rare emcee.
Compared to me you barely seem like heir to king.

It's true.

I tear the beat, repair, repeat, and snare the weak.
While you sit there for weeks and stare at bleak despair to think.
The pair of sneaks I wear could beat prepared emcees

like you.

Cross-hairs agree with arrow speeds and their decree is death;
yet, narrowly the barrel seems to herald freedom
carrying your buried feet up. There you see us.

We formed

a guild of those that kill the flow with syllables.
A secret still unknown - we're here to show the realest poems.
For sins atoned, we chisel stone with quills alone.

Be warned.

We build and grow to shield from foes that will oppose.

Astral

With encrypted depictions, 
I witnessed chiseled inscriptions 
of holy lineage written in symbols of Egyptian origin.
I found a torch within the crypt, 
so I unbound it from it's grip. 
It was profound and intricate. 
It looked as if the craftsmanship was heaven-sent. 
Incandescent resonance 
enveloped every sentience 
my being accepted relevant. 
I didn't think to question this reality. 
Walking casually aware 
of wayward casualties prepared, 
I traveled, gradually, to where my ancestors meet the Earth. 
Clandestinely a serf 
and apprehensive of a curse, 
I began questioning my worth; 
yet, I steadfastly traveled faster than before. 
My eyes, I cast upon the door 
that few have witnessed heretofore. 
I trembled one last breath of force and gripped the golden handle tight. 
I pulled it open; and, inside, 
a statue bold in candle light, 
took calm controlled command inviting my approach. 
Emotionlessly, I obliged.