Text Book

What I thought was a connection,
was just a misguided perception of my aching heart.
Simplicity, at its best,
we existed without effort, barely a thought, it started.
Peaceful, sweet and sincere,
I looked forward to hear the smoothness of your voice,
the hushed lullabies of our conversations replaying in my head.
Dreaming of  beautiful fantasies, awaking with future traces of you in my bed
My true strategy is to carter to you as you will with me.
Praying for guidance as always, hoping to see what I truly want, come to be
But you weren't to be my destination,
you were only a lesson
As I watch you walk off with your blessing, I begin to understand mine
Your happiness is my true desire and you were sent to inspire me
Vocalising my thoughts, reiterating my dreams, wants and needs
and while I often wonder and honestly miss what was and could've been.
I'm thankful,
for in the end, it all goes how its supposed to be,
no way of diverting from your true destiny.

For You.

© 2015 Strict Evolution  Creative Works and Entertainment

00:52

00:52.........How can there be peace when the peacemakers lie and scheme,
About what’s really going on,
but on the outside,
Parading in a façade of black diamonds and gold,
Believe me,
all the secrets are about to be told
You can’t fool all the people all of the time,
Uprisings will begin
forcing our hand by this multitude of sin,
Ying and yang, fire and ice, light and dark
Fortifying the reason why blood
will run again in the streets as we head to victory,
Victory, beyond our boundaries and limitations, mental slavery at its best,
Can’t pass the test?
Wither away, and let the rest of us proceed to take back the world that once belonged to we, 
we, who extend past the universe, stars and incomplete supernovas, 
complete take over, 
negativity will cease, decrease and the positive will excrete from every heart down to their feet, 
filtrating the soil beneath, 
breathing new, restored release into a new breed of once deceased potential,
ready for the adventure
that awaits,
as we awake,
the sleeping beasts
deciding our own fate.

Virtual Cypher Verse    © 2015 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment

Three in 1 Million(incomplete)

Picture this.
Write, type, formulate, every word forms with the souls intake
on how it should come out flowing freely and all inspired
car, bench, darkened room, comes fast all too soon,
sometimes quicker than the memory can process
spews deep from within the depths,
Emotion, pure, happy anger sad, ideas you've never even known to have had,
about life about love about that annoy ass prick,
somewhere where its okay to be a bitch a warrior a wizard or God,
because its nothing on the outside that matters at all
We don't do it for you
we do it for ourselves for release, completion and even wealth,
the wealth of knowledge, the mulah or both
The ancients knew this art long before we were envisioned,
passed down unknown through generations,
the hand full of uniqueness that isn't so one of a kind,
millions upon millions can write the same line, at different times with different meanings,
mispelt propelled by different feelings,
you cannot deny it it haunts and possesses,
flowing through the long crevices and capllilaries of creativity
Three in 1 million a dream to you
Life to me.

Tapp tapp dum dum dee da la,
it swells and forms into itself a being so unknown to man to be a force of understanding
, that's my jam, but why?
how can we all be so disconnected by lands and oceans and mindset and devotions, but are one in the bars, the ebs and flows of that one person's outlook on one we've had countless times before?

© 2015 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment

Disjointed Much!

A blessed union of the saints, sent to create a miracle
But fate had something else in mind as he opened his eyes.
Witness to conflict before sentences were constructed
How else was she supposed to react?
Constant confusion whirling and spiraling out of control.

The imagery is vivid. 
Paint splashes on her white canvas,
the tides continue to turn but no time has passed
Mind blown open past proportions.

So solace was found within,
With a blank paper and a pen
Where the sights and sounds of a 3-d world fade
Into similar soliloquies upon a page
It's the only place where it doesn't hurt to lash out,
Possibility of an unlucky blow, maybe passing out.
The dark presence laid in wait as it seethed away, waiting to be unleashed into the open air.
Think nothing of it when it is in infancy but watch it blossom instantly when it is mature and on its way to cause destruction tomorrow, that could've been curbed today.

If you could take it back,
would you really do it?
Or just lie cheat and scheme your way through it
Apocalypse has reached its pinnacle and the plume has yet to dissipate
Imagine,
all of this
has spanned from hate, 
hate of a lover, 
hate of a friend, hate of beginning and rushing to an end before the foundation was laid and moves were played.
Yet before things stayed slow and sedated everything became completely
totally 
obliterate. 

Hate.

© 2015 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment