For then, now and always
I’ll be down, they all say
my raps count triple
Grouch, simple man everday
doin what I gotta
gotta love what I do
cause I wrote it like a fairytale
it very well grew
now go tell the others
discover something new
from an old soul
bozo
doze? no, you
open your third
see a birds eye view
get ya higher than the herb
off the words I drew

Mad dope.

Stuck between the past and the future, but never living in the present moment, unable to focus, Just Write I say, these dreams seem bogus, feeling disillusioned, like did I hate my reality so much that I ran and escaped to my dreams, my fantasies, but it seemed the more I dreamt of them, the more they ran from me, is this foreal am I losing my sanity? How do I know which perspective is the right one to adopt, what was that saying? Follow your dreams, follow your heart? Am I running away from something and constantly looking back or am I running towards something beautiful, beyond that of which my visual perception lacks? I’m Determined to Reach Elevations Above My Speculation but Real Existence Allows Little Inclination Towards Yearning. D.R.E.A.M.S vs. R.E.A.L.I.T.Y, and I’m in the section where learning becomes a fallacy, so long as my experiences and the lessons I’ve learned are not put to good usage, I will constantly be haunted by a state of undue calamity…

Music, use it, to uplift the soul, before I lose it, abuse it, to channel my ample imagination, splatter my thoughts on a blank canvas, call it spiritual saturation, sample this elusive soul evaporation, with illustrated verbs, see it like a vision beyond the consumption of ill evasive herbs, these written ecstasy-pill equated words. If it can help make your day, then set your sights above the clouds where my soul is heavily on display, but beware, the down-sided, mental collided, soul-substance abuse can leave you in a state of awestruck dismay, fiending for another fix facing impatience through a phase of unanticipated delay… blah

Let me pump the brakes on life for a moment in time, letting loose this beast inside so closely confined. The mind mine technically define beauty and art of the purest kind, aged uniquely through 24 years like that of fine wine, beyond old spirits resonating pass past lives, journeying through time… Stayin’ true to my heart’s intent; my soul’s lifeline, look there and I will find, that I’m prime to reach my goals, fighting like I’m, on the final push at the top of the totem pole, ready to burst out, above the clouds into the lime-light glow… Like yeah that’s right, it’s my time to SHINE bright, inside-out, ‘cause spiritually I’m inside full [insightful]

:D.R.E.A.M.S - Determined to Reach Elevations Above My Speculation.

How do I deal..when I feel so off-balanced..I’ve been going it at it too hard and too long..yet at this point, I’m starting to have doubts just like I have had when I started along this path…

Chillin to the sound..wondering to myself when it’ll all fall down… Is there any hope left in this tank of mine..to continue treading along life’s mysteriously gracious yet prickly path.. scorned by yesterday’s troubles, conflicted by today’s dilemmas… where does inspiration find me for tomorrow’s dreams..? They say get it, get yours, C.R.E.A.M, yet all I can think of is art and the desires of my heart..whether to follow it passionately and make no money, so it seems…or to stock up some bread and cheese, make me a sandwich and picnic out under some green-leaf trees..somehow my true vision is to connect the seams…the fabrics of both worlds together…stuff them with feathers..and gently lay my head down peacefully…maybe only then will I finally be able to realize my dreams..