I get in my body sometimes
and I project
but who doesn’t
life is always full of emotional projection
it’s easier
rather you feel what I can’t come out and say
or easily explain
so I don’t feel it alone
so I don’t feel I’m alone
but sometimes I leave my body
my spirit taking off like a rocket
astrally climbing out of its vessel
into the landscape of the cosmos
and I travel,
I travel the realm of energies
I sail the waves of vibrations
I explore the colors of consciousness and frequencies
and I feel like superman, a cloud, and a blanket all in one
seeing everything
feeling everything
voyaging wonder
discovering the atmosphere of knowing
embracing the connection of all,
invigorated and completed by the massive oneness
I never felt so whole and seen so much
it’s overwhelming to the senses
but feels magnetic
I see loose diamonds and opals
bodies are abstract swaths of flowing matter
like aurora skies
the universe is like a large canvass
and its souls are the paints
black crimson and light blue
with swaths of burgundy, maroon, magenta, and indigo
shimmers of emerald green, flakes of gold, and with a thin glowing shield of platinum-like whiteness
marveling at perfect formlessness
faces and bodies in their convention sense, do not exist
but I know them, I know you
I can feel you, I can feel your name
I can feel your identity
can you feel me?
can you tell?
can you see or feel the light?
can you feel my energy?
has my name reached your conscious and caused you to think of me?
I’m outside myself, I’m free
and I don’t wanna go back
I’m projecting
Spirit
States of Mind
I can’t tell my state of mind when I write
I have so many states of mind that I write
there’s many states of mind I try to right
my states of mind can’t place the time when I write
my states of mind:
sated, sedated, and satiated in stated lines
my states of mind:
quakes and hides
shakes and chimes
fakes and lies
framed, disguised
wades and tides
waves and rides
rains and shines
chained and shrined
changes sides
chases time
vain with pride
base desires
breaks and wired
taints and geysers
paints and fires
taped and fibered
grated iron
great and dire
aims, misfires
stays, expires
so you see,
I’m dissociative and split
and that’s not even the half of it
I’m up, down, around, plus a round
and its hard to remember what’s been said, or how I sound
because my mind doesn’t like to repeat or replay
it only exists in the now…
or denial
my states of mind:
vast and broad as an ocean
constantly in motion
impulsive
borderline compulsive
but my intellect cloaks its exposure
my imagination grants its composure
therefore, blesses me with intuition and closure
and though it breaks, it makes me stronger,
because it’s very weight, is still heavy upon my neck and shoulders
as I go forth in this world as a roamer
procuring more wisdom than my molars
and I’m WayOfLife,
its proud owner!
-Way-
Humpty Dumpty (Lyrics)
(poetically rapped free verse:)
umm, attention on the mic
is everything alright?
it’s dark, I hate the light
but I ain’t ‘fraid of light
I like to light a light
this lil light of mine
makes everything alright
and makes the tip joint ignite
and I’m living on the edge…and I need some peace of mind
and I’ll just take a slice
I think I’ll have a bite
I’m counting down inside
feel like some dynamite
boom!
before I pray tonight
I think I’ll take a hike
and wear straight thru my nikes
or maybe ride a bike
up every hill that pikes
if I jump I’ll take a flight
reflecting on the sights
projecting every slight
that’s why I used to fight
compensating for my size
I grade my worth in likes
damn right I gotta gripe
with every wrong I write
why am I not your type?
oh that’s right, you like hype
if my ego too swollen-
then your heart isn’t ripe
cuz all your tears have drained-
so there’s nothing left to wipe
and you only want the prize
so there’s nothing left to wife
I’m just reflecting
or…
projecting
whatever, you get the message
thinking to my self
I haven’t been my self
should I walk into the fire?-
and stand there as I melt
I’m tryna get a grip-
suspenders or a belt
I’m steady tryna deal-
but all the cards been dealt
reflecting on my bruises, rub my fingers cross my welts
com-partmentalizing diaries upon my shelf
I’m tryna move around but I can’t get up out my shell
I’d question what the hell, but life is just a living hell!
I wish me fair well..
eh mhm
I’m trna change, so I’m a coin inside a well
it’s FCK the world until my groin decides to swell
OK where am I going with this…?
I’m drinking all my pride and I just join it wit some ale
and now my point collides with nails
I’m just..
I’m falling harder than some hail
I’ve lived behind just like a tail
but I don’t mind it, it’s a trail
that leads me beyond every fail
and that’s the key to every jail
I’m putting up just like some bail
I’m holding tough just like a rail
I’m wearing down, I’m holier than holy Grails
you phonier than show and tell
I know you well
I know ya self
I know you yell
I know you feel as cold as blowing air
inside the winter
hide your inner
ride the ener-gy
disguise the ene-mies
inside ya vanity
inside you panicking,
but you never show and tell
your shoulders felt
the boulders and the hole inside your soul
and that’s below the belt
you know it
holding on to older goings
going on ’bout other mornings, had you going grey
until you fell and cracked your shell
but now you’re whole
and doing well
Humpty Dumpty
O.W.N.
I’m on a sabbatical
from being tapered, or collared like a clavicle
I’m off the hook now like a radical
yet methodical and tactical
practically impractical
or visa versa, virtuous sporadic and magical
irrationally rational
or visa versa, au natural faux pas and fanatical
my outlook is urban-house, funky hip-classical
glass half full, admirable, and a passionate casserole
of will, and manifested gratification in moments far from gradual
my outreach urban-dressy-casual
all this to say, in a way,
I’m all natural, au natural, and awe natural
I’m the “Original. WayOfLife. National.”
Memo to the World: Freestyle
I’m coming
nothing is subtle
ain’t no rebuttals
start pissing your puddles
hop into your bubbles
when visiting Russell
a wizard to muggles
it figures you’re puzzled
you trembling, ruffled
resembling muzzles
I’m gentle but scuffle
my temperament suffers
when mentioning struggles
my enemies pretend to be lovers
but when I leave the vicinity…strategies casually after me, blasphemy captioned with casualties, captured me gradually…
so I’m dissembling cuddles
their hugs are akin to a huddle
rekindling mumbles
obscenities uttered
I hear it, they stutter
my temple won’t shutter
that’s word to the bird or my mother
the urge converting the nerves in my stomach
purging in summers-came into the light
diverting from rubbish
befriend me or grumble
my vision was tunneled
the minutes had funneled
some memories fumbled
came in from the jungle
condensed in with others
came out in a shuttle
WayOfLife out of space
but flying into the rubble
transcending transient damage and troubles
with a vantage that’s humbled
was stranded and landed with luggage
now I’m bandaged with a hand full of wonders
Avoided
voyage
voiceless
voices
voicing
voids