Release what I hold sacred through my book of rhyme pages

This was published on a personal blog I ran during the nillies, it’s included here as a historical archive. Links and images may be broken, it’s been a while.

So much on my mind that I can’t recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can’t take it y’all, I can feel the city breathin Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

-- Respiration, Mos Def & Talib Kweli are Black Star Haven’t written proper lyrics in ages it seems, but the air is thick and the vibe is strong. How the solstice puts me in a philosophical mood. Does anyone mind the lack of coherence in topics on this blog? Just to be clear about it, this is my space, and my interests are varied. Later I might give niche topics their own blog to grow in. I felt what I wrote, only write what I feel Chapters already written, through my mind I unseal Which I’d describe as a sequence of dreams during the day Being fully aware, an observer of my own play Listening to Chaos by Reflection Eternal on infinite repeat.