Life

What is respiration without inspiration confirming the affirmations counteracting condemnations that serve as initiations into self negation leading to contemplation of seeking false elation

A permanent mental vacation complacent in stagnantion with few variations on Friday and Saturday occasions followed by Sunday indoctrination

I keep pacing the floor looking for the trap door to release you all,
The whore
Who freely give your minds for the sake of passing time waiting for the next time to mime and act classy but your image is ashy knowing that on the other side the green isn't grassy
but
You continue to be flashy I ask thee
What is required to restore the motherboard with its original drivers so the applications can not only be smart but wiser?

So the voice recognizer, software can hear its own voice making a conscious choice diplaying a higher resolution in your digital monitor unafraid to honor HER and cosmicly play amongst the stars within the galaxies yet to be seen through human eye,
defy the laws of gravity.

Experiencing real heavy rotation touching future generations walking through the constellations drinking all of your sacrificial libations
you receive a celestrial standing ovation the elation resonating through you producing beneficial fubu
clarifying the hoodo that you do breaking the spell that makes you compelled to use pet names like boo boo
yet
can explain and provide you with a real crew to turn to when needing a blast a spiritual starbucks requiring no expres so far cut above I rest my case in haste and paste this trace of thought that makes your nerve endings talk to your walk altering your course of action the attraction you feel the traction hoping I don't end a fraction of you are turned on and burn the toxic auras surrounding your being and seeing these words manifest you must confess the shortcomings and ask
What is respiration without inspiration confirming the affirmations counteracting condemnations that serve as initiations into self negation leading to contemplation of seeking false elation

O.N.E.I. Copyright 2010
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Tears II

Tears are the words falling that we just can't speak Tears are only for the strong and not for the weak Tears clean out the emotional painsThey are the deep seeded thorns that stick in our brains Tears are the hurtful memories falling down in watery piecesmaking room for lifes new moments and the lessons it teaches AndFor each salty stain left upon your cheek remember why you cried and begin to dig deep Start your journey to reach your peakThe people you meet along the path you beat will have positive and negative fruit to eat as you rummage in the field of emotional cleansing only your tears can wash your buildingOnly you control the interior design of your mindonly you can shift the furniture to make you shine Don't compare your building with anyone else because everyones cards have been dealt from a different deck yet by the same dealer So consult GOD for he is the ultimate healer The Creater knows from whence those tears came and HE knew when they would fall HE is just waiting for you to make that call to gently ask for what you want HE will repair that esteem that always seems to haunt HE will dry those tears erase the stains and pains but be mindful not to use HIM in vain In order to eat the fruit along your travels you must work and put away your gaveldo not judge your self or judge others cry these tears and use your mothers andall otherswho are quietly waiting for you to ask for what you emotionally needdo it now so you can be freed.
o.n.e.i. 2009

Introspection 5241

Introspection 5241

You stole my innocence and took away my choices

Stifled my spirit injected your voices

Shifted

My position creating androgyny

Enhancing partition of emotional maturity

Generating minority/inferiority

States of being

Arresting my development hindering and misleading

When seduced I see me fleeing

The situation

Fearful elation

Except thru masturbation

Still a child confined to your world

Raising a wife only to be sterile

Detached

Unknowingly you made me a banging’ ass stud

Searching for answers in my period blood

Small traces of places we visited with ease

Giving away masculine secrets

You planted the seed

On how to be a man

Outside of relations yet once opened up

I plot the constellation

Female born

Yet male grown

Division creating diversity

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2006

Seeded Grapes

Vibes are the vine to divine intertwine,
like a spine an invisible line,
an indivisible kind.
But not visible to the naked eye separated in parts,
something like the heart
each has its own duty
tryin' to reach its mark.
On course of course like light and dark.
Emotion, energy, synergy creating bark or skin
like trees the breeze nature's within.
Be alive not survive, rhythms and vibes.
Listen closely let it be your Guide.

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2000