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There once was a mime from the far east that imagined himself in a box.

They gave him money, the mime was funny because the box was a paradox.

A policeman came and asked the mime how the box came to be,

"The box is there is it not, it's tagible you see".

The policeman shrugged it off and looked up at the clock,

"I got to go now, as you can see, it's time to check the locks".

A business man came by and you could hear him say,

"There is no box you silly fool but I must be on my way.

I have important things to do, don't you know it's monday?".

Then a priest came by and watched the mime with complete and utter dismay,

"You are going around in circles mime, but I can show you the way,

Come with me to my church and I will free you from your box today."

Then a child came by and watched the mime without a word to say,

The child reached up and took his hand and they both went off to play.

NOW!

Indeed!

You know it's on.  It's on and poppin'.  All I see is freedom and there ain't no stoppin'.

when is the revelation of our destination

when is the realization of our situation

when is the acceleration of our collaboration

when is the initiation of our emancipation

NOW!

where is the segregation within quantum fluxuation

where is the aberration in the foundation of creation

where is the salvation within our isolation

what is the explanation to our energy constipation

what is the combination to unlock our illumination

what is the motivation for our thought regulation

what is the fascination with procrastination

why the discrimination of any information

why the hesitation for elation manifestation

why the trepidation with our conscious liberation

why the infatuation with our annihilation

when is the revelation of our destination

when is the realization of our situation

when is the acceleration of our collaboration

when is the initiation of our emancipation

Luvit when a spiritualist can talk street

Nice!                                                    J

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It's sad that your rhymes can only diss

You got the intellect but when you shoot you miss

We should know by now it ain't black versus white

But they got us locked in that mentality

Why is it always the poor that fight

I'm sick of all the brutality

If only the poor would unite

Then we could see the reality

But we are divided by sight

Religion, sex and ethnicity

We have the power but they don't want us to know

They'll kill a few thousand just for show

Then on the streets they sell us blow

A war on drugs they create

We go from chalk line to slate

It's a war on us they made

Will we allow that to be our fate

All we can do is hate

They bring out another can o' raid

Sorry you didn't make the grade

But the memories fade

And we're doomed to repeat

Like our parents did and our children will

Is this how we use our skill

There's only one way out but will it ever take place

A complete and total unity of the human race

Like Neo I'm going to clear the block

My mind is my weapon I don't need a glock

FBI, CIA, what the hell does it matter

Turn the lights on and watch the roaches scatter

It ain't black versus white

It's rich versus poor

That's the true score

Put you knees to the floor

Sell your soul to the highest bidder

What for, another cold spam dinner

Bend over but don't complain

You know what happened to your brothers before

They were slain

A bullet to the brain

Did they die in vain

Bow to your gods in the ivory tower

Why did you give them all your power

Does it taste sweet or does it taste sour

What will you do in this final hour

You best not spit, you better swallow

In your own self image you wallow

Does your soul feel hollow

All you can do is follow

There's no one left to take the lead

There's no hero for tomorrow

You're looking for a box like you were a mime

While my rhyme spans space and time

My shyte runs deep to the molten core

I'll rip a hole through your soul like a matador

I can roll through the depths of hell

Or rise to a place no human heart dwells

I rise from the ashes like phoenix reborn

My words like jewels on kings' crowns adorn

I cut like a raptor

Down to the bone

This is the final chapter

You better phone home

Let it be known my rhyme hits like a cyclone

I'm in the zone on my throne of stone

I've more than shown that I own the unknown

You thought I was done

But it's not over yet

I'll rise like the sun

And not break a sweat

All you humans can do is worry and fret

You crawl back in a hole and try to forget

If you can just open your eyes

I'll aid and abet

I know the light is bright

I know it's flight or fight

But there is only one way for you soul to ignite

It tears like a dog bite

Cuts like a knife fight

Swallows you whole like a deep ocean great white

So open your eyes and open your mind

You think you know but you're still flying blind

Like a rolex on the streets of New York

You can only fake

Let loose and feel the torque

Like a California earthquake

Don't mistake you gotta shake yourself awake

If you fall back to sleep

You're a tenderloin steak

from queensland to texas

just happy i'm able to share

this prose that appears from thin air

titmouse wrote:

I AM a flyfisherman of the divine mind in myself and all men
catching morsels of divine mind in a storm of external appearances
the flow of love wisdom is remarkable, i sense it
the winds of the holy spirit are fresh and cleansing.

  love your poetry too titmouse

edit    ps:  hope this is not sacralege to a poet... it's just what i read in your poetry

BTW Nexus,  I love your interpretation of my poetry.  Your heart is healthy and vibrant I can tell. 

the ever present moment

caught

in wirlpools of thought

use their opposite to create the balance

when the surface is calm

the depth of the ocean can be seen

re-focus awareness to achieve

an absolute deviation from the mean

the feminine energy is virgin

the masculine energy is free

make the energies into one

to achieve the synergy

matter is just a wave

we are not a slave to the grave

go deep within

without chagrin

the entrance fee is waived

I AM a flyfisherman of the divine mind in myself and all men
catching morsels of divine mind in a storm of external appearances
the flow of love wisdom is remarkable, i sense it
the winds of the holy spirit are fresh and cleansing.

  love your poetry too titmouse

edit    ps:  hope this is not sacralege to a poet... it's just what i read in your poetry