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Rise n Grind
I wake n rise for another planetary pirouette, until the moon brings it’s big shade and lays us out to rest. So I try to thrive through another day of life, though sour souls aim to threaten my aura’s glow. I WILL TAKE PRIDE IN MY EVERY STRIDE. “If I die, my seed will be…
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Dog Training
I haven’t felt you in a while, I wonder if my words were too vile. I regret nothing, for it’s what my heart’s barking Now muzzled, by the terrible struggle of learning to respond and not react
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Work
There’s a limit to how “close” friends from work should be. They’re people who keep one sane during the dread of long working days. Folks who share memes, joke in-between meetings and complain about the superior bureaucracy. I keep things professional, maintain my distance and act amicable. I decline post work drinks and when the…
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Performing “Family Bonding” & “Knowledge of Self”
Being thankful at the @_Poets_Underground thanksgiving bonanza
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Performing “GAME” @TroyBar in London, England
I got a chance to perform one of my joints while abroad in the UK. It was tremendously extravagant to have been accompanied by my two good mates. This poetry over music thing is starting to grow on me…
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Twilight
Dawn Sun is not in sight Life brightened by unknown light Disoriented Dusk Darkness follows light Hustle honestly tonight Ditch the alibi
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Performing “I’m Kiss, Drunk Me” & “One Night Cuck?”
Currently getting ready to go on holiday, will post new joints about my experiences in Southeast Asia. In the meantime, enjoy this little 1, 2 🙂
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Moments Away (30Dec2018)
Lacking fear, ecstatic to cap off this year. A troublesome season, for those lost and looking for reasons. Responses to questions better left unanswered, time is soaring by quicker n faster. Three hundred sixty-four pirouettes, one rotation left, a hustlers last attempt to cash unsigned blank checks. Mother Earth spins for eight thousand seven hundred-sixty…
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Knowledge of Self
Evident how inhaling deep drags from rolled zig-zags, helps my mind escape the gulag. So finally this stag gets his chance to nag. I’m Connivingly silent when I lay like a laymen, and this gentleman gentile will lift the ambiance with a smile. I Puff more magic than the Dragon himself. Peep the jargon, as…