Thinking In Music

Lyrics pulse through my veins
Water coursing through my system
A baptizing effect
Always compelled to stand and listen
To the pounding of my soul's escape
From complacency: A Syndrome
I am not satisfied with the mundanity of the here and now
Conjoined Chakras doth take you further than confusion allows
Anyhow or any who the routes to choose are endless
Letters attach to words, combining to awake the senses
And I have been this: Other being before
Who failed to wrap her mind around the potential her soul had stored
And to the shore I sojourn to bathe my body
Water’s surround sound preludes the thirsty melody
Tapping the feet, fingers snap, then comes the movement
So sways the body
Undercurrent propels to prove it
Hmmm, an idea
An idea comes in a chord
Forms of vibrations taking shapes sharp like swords
Or flat as the earth was once perceived to be
Spherical formations; my mouth carves out the fallacies
Or a false notion: for those who require layman’s speech
I breech the very barriers of personal hell with one Heave-Ho
Breathless am I but soul glows in my stead
Music chronicles the battle that died slowly in my head
But there is peace
It is said that peace surpasses
The ear drum beats, the heart, strings and the bass it blasts this...
Soul's soundtrack
I succumb to it once more
A percussion's rhythm:
I manifest that this is how I must be heard
In one glance I see my brain peaked on a canvas of beats and words

On How to Proceed

So the best thing is to continue to write from the soul
Never stop 'cause the sentiments cease to grow old
To grab hold of your blessings one must step back and wait
Put your mind into a trance and set aside mental debates
Take the steps that it takes to trace the tracks of your tears
Or maybe fears, take glance at whose wronged you throughout the years
More clear will be the view from meditations pedestal
Your soul is full of transgressions past
But healing is present
So contemplate on the message of life's lessons
My mind's stressing on how I can be an asset to this world
Trapped by the limitations of race- but it's unfurled
Spines uncurled from rising out the cellars of slavery
So sad you see are the struggles of tattered minorities
Majority still clamps down on the weak muscles of the wounded
Assumed is our fate to assimilate into the infrastructure
But I debunk your theories of principalities
For the prince seemed to be the rotten G.W.B.
This country is continuously carried on the bodies of our mares
Colorful sisters shoulder burdens on blistered backs
And yet we stare
Through numbed hearts strings plucking on the bass beats of essential existence
Quickened by the fervor of a nation empowered by GRANDMA'S HANDS
Picked me up each time I fell
Gave strength to the biracial boy who changed the nation
A sweet collaboration of truth and retrospect
He is my reparations
Translation?: restoration to good condition
Sometimes to listen eyes must be kept WIDE SHUT
Before the abrupt themes of racism grow strength to muster up- A revolution
It will be televised based on the loop holes of OUR constitution
For retribution in the after-life is no solution
It's my conclusion that procession comes from abolishing delusions
But you could keep snoozing and drooling...
Or take heed to what I'm doing
1. gET yOUR mIND rIGHT
How? Focus your sight...Keep eyes on the prize of truth bursting from soul's light.
2. How are you gonna be you unless you know you...so take time to learn yourself, cause can't no one show you!
And 3. Concentrate on obliterating negativity from your atmosphere.
The scope is clearer when condensation falls away from the mirror
That's how WE proceed to give YOU what you need
Takes a village to raise a child
But as you can see there's only one me...