Rhythm Master

I’m on fire with a rhythm going through my head.
It’s night time and I’m thinking of the girl that I will meet one day and wondering if she loves me too.
I feel like diving into the sky “do you know if she is there?” I want to be reinvented.
The more I think about it the more I love her, the more I want to go down on her.
You can’t light a fire without a spark you can’t start up if you are not with me.
You can’t move while being hungry so please don’t go of and cry in the dark.
You are worth more than that; if you want I can light you up.
I’m no scientist but this is a rhythm of fire running through my head.

in living memory

There comes a time when nothing matters.
There comes a time you only go back.
There comes a time when you have to let go of your losses and count your blessings,
for that I am eternally grateful.

There comes a time when everything matters.
There comes a time when you are smiling too.
There comes a time when you only go forward.
There comes a time when we are happy with ourselves, for that, I am eternally grateful.

Learning behaviour

I’m still learning. ‘LEARNING IN PROGRESS’ was pinned to the outside of the door.

Let’s begin where it all started.
Let’s go to another lifetime where there is no water to learn that we all need moisture.
Is it still the same without the love of a mature woman?
We’re still learning, looks like the medication worked.

We’ve seen how the End ends up and we’ve learned that our lives mean something,
no matter how far you go.

As if spoken

Words have no glory when viewing upon the Earth because there are no words to describe what is so beautiful.

The night sky is full of stars and mosquitoes.
The day is full of sun and dust. So there you have it.

The affect of the cause is worth the effort, it’s all worthwhile which should be an inspiration to us all.

Buried World

Voice inside my head,
So loud so clear I can smell it!
Money and drugs….what do they mean to me?
What if anything do they matter to us?
Go to me go to you; still think love is the best.

Hurt inside so smooth to the touch.
What would I say to you if I could remember?
If I could control it would ‘it’ matter?
I’m messed up. Thank you for being inside my head.
Just a Rebel without a cause
Is he a Rebel without bones?

What would he lose if everything had to be rebuilt from scratch?
Would he be a Pimp without any women?
A Hustler without any money?
Still going’ stronger,
Still along way to go,
Still more time to spend... and with a plan.

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I sometimes feel like i'm my own Nemesis. I've been bored by others yet i have gained good friends. I feel like moving on. I feel like going into the sky and never returning...but I would return, 'his' life was too good to be missed.
I hope that i have a free spirit, I hope alot of bad things don't happen. I hope that the African sun always hangs the night over my head so that it will return in the morning.
I've been lazy, I've become a stoned cyclops with a heart over flowing with happyness and kindness and that is it.
I have a great family and my friends will have space in my head, just a short note to say thankyou to you all.