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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Swimming In Space

I fall further into an abyss
The mist grows thick
Escaping into a mental bliss
I curb my fist
Onto a pencil
UtensilI use to peruse
The abused battered places
Appearing as an oasis
Spaces unapproved for safe dwellingI'm telling, you all
What it feels like,
The fall

The pain skint my brain,
Causing me to write
When left I came.
On winter seasons, demons,
Intersecting insane,
Parallel to hope,
Perpendicular to pain.
Telepathic communication
Is not in vein.
Clairvoyant symbolism within my plain,
Field of view,
Lost some of you, in love and war
Controlled real young so my mind is sore
Hard too the core
I soar
Even in the abyss I see the door.

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

Y-'all Write

Some of y'all write to excite Write to shed light
Onto a situation at night
Write to fight
write to ignite the spark in the plight
Write to feel good
write cause they should
Write to feed famished brains food
Write to be cool write to fool w
rite to share knowledgeOr take some to school
write preschool
Write dissertation animation
Write plain or complication
Write to bond or free your mind
You me write
for we be
Writing for rights
Reciting all night so your soul can get right
Write tight like chorus line
Girls write to tell the woes
of lifeBoys write 'bout girls
We write each other until we earl
Write to save a life write to ease strife
Write to right all thats gone left
Rites of passage
Writings of massive movements
We write to gripe get a grip and writeUntil blurry in sight
so who right
When we write dynamite
Alright

O.N.E.I.
copyright 2001