Friday, 9 April 2021

The cost of Blackness

I broke a glass yesterday. The bizarre thing about it is I didn't see it fall, but I knew it was on its way down and consequently I braced for impact and heard it shatter in my mind before it had hit the floor. It really shone a light on inevitability for me. I just saw two pictures of myself on my wall, one as a kid and the other from two years ago and I wondered if due to my stubborness and my lonesome mindset, failure or evident slow growth was always predictable but I was too blind and defiant to acknowledge and act accordingly.

I recently suffered two tremendous losses and despite how shocking one was and how slightly expected the other was I was still torn by them both. But that's the price of inevitability right? We know death is a must yet we're stunned in its wake everytime. Since moving to America I've become very black conscious - it's hard not be and I think about the inevitability of being another statistic. I think about not being able to do the simplest things in peace e.g. wearing a hoodie I pay for, walking through a department store without being stereotyped as a robber, jogging through a predominantly white neighbourhood without being harassed, driving a fancy car without being pulled over because stereotypically your looks don't match the needed funds fir such a purchase; and carrying a gun under the 2nd commandment without being labelled a thug or killer; and chilling on my block with friends... I think about how our peace was robbed and how we continue to rob our own kind of those basic privileges by stereotyping each other and not uplifting each other as we should. Now I know what you're probably thinking, here comes another 'black lives matter' rant but movements are built created for a reason right. If unfairness didn't exist there wouldn't be a women movement or lgbtqa or BLACK LIVES MATTER. Fairness - basic human rights to be ourselves without a crowning of your halo of guilt before a crime is committed is all we asked. Imagine how the world could really change with such an attitude.

When I was younger than 10 I moved to England and my mom looked at me and she said you have to work 10 times harder than others because you're black. I remember thinking why at first then later determining the statement was senseless and silly. I said to myself you should work hard because you should work hard, everyone should work hard regardless of their race but I admit it now I was the senseless one. I was silly. By no means is this a WHITE vs BLACK issue or US vs THEM it's just the truth. When anyone is convicted and sent to prison the rule changes, there's divisions, clicks, jobs, schedules, a different variety of DOs and DON'Ts and they find that they have to give up a lot of basic expectations. Well being black in America is like that, in order to survive and grow the majority of 'us' have to learn the art of saying YES and NO, we have to learn when to smile and when to just keep quiet because our fairness like our peace was robbed. I had a boss that said to me once that I am a 'yes man' and I thought wow he's right how did I get here, I was never like this : it took me awhile but I realise I chose to be a representation instead of a statistic - us blacks are painted as violent, defiant and rebellious by nature and I wanted to sho2 we could be otherwise. But Rosa Parks taught us NO for a reason right... Sometimes you have to rebel especially when your first no is seeing as you being irrational.

Have you ever heard Tracy Chapman's 'Bang bang bang'? I think of that song sometimes, probably because I feel the world missed how revolutionary the message was. See regardless of our race, I think the song discusses everyone whose innocence was stolen by the temptations of others and once exposed to anything worldly - drugs, gun, alcohol we get that sense of power. And we do as expected with such temptations but there comes a time we realize that lure was of a vindictive nature, one to keep you in check, under someone else's control. The thing with power is once you get a taste there's no such thing as control only self preservation and perseverance and you no longer want to be on strings. But when things go too far you start to crave the innocence that is long gone and when you realize the stains of the past can never truly be washed away that innocence turns into revenge or restrain but even restrain only lasts so long right. I guess what I'm saying is really think before you take on a new habit. Really think! Also think about who else may suffer because of your decisions, the truth about the matter is 99% of the time someone else always ends up collateral damage. It's inevitable.

The good, the bad and the ugly

I've been thinking about the bad I've done a lot lately; I don't try to rationalize or justify it anymore, I just find myself contemplating my wrongdoings until someone snaps me out of deep reflection. I use to think I was a bad person but I came across a lot of evil since then - demons my actions can never hold a torch to and they seem to lack remorse. I wonder if they think about the bad they've done too. I use to observed their actions, I think somewhere down the line it made me cold, consequently trust and love fell off the table for me. I use to wait for winter to see if it was possible for a cold heart to feel any colder given that it was already accustomed to such temperatures. 

I noticed with a lot of 'these evils' they had an anchor. They tried not to admit it but their actions were snitches - they always had an anchor. I'm talking about someone that kept them from going completely nuclear! The problem is they know every bad they carry out loosens the rope on their anchor, they know every bad brings them closer to losing the only person/persons that see the tiny bit of good gripping the hem of their souls for dear life but yet it shocks them when that anchor somehow loses its grip and float away with the tide due to their actions. They're always shocked! Then here comes the nukes. I've been watching a lot of Marvel television as of late, the new superheroes gracing our screens are very flawed: some suffering from addictions, involved in assasinations, incapable of hiding their true identities, etc. Our so called heroes have really crossed over into the grey zone and marched head first into the land of darkness carrying out the most heinous acts but they are still seen as heros and it begs the question do the worst among us see themselves as good. I mean I can only speak on my behalf but the bad I've done I did because I felt I had to in order to survive or simply get what I wanted but does that make me good, I don't think so. However I can see why one would think otherwise, especially in a world in which we're taught to defend what is ours, 'life is not fair' and acquire the most, almost at any cost necessary, from a very early age. I can see why our wires gets easily tangled and we fall very short of perfection very easily. Maybe bad is the new good.

Today I woke up thinking about a particular someone, a soul that did a lot of bad in order to gain a lot of good and I admired how thin the line that separated their black and white reality from the thirst of the grey area is. This person went toe to toe with a lot of giants and David them all but I wondered at what cost. Do they stay awake at night being haunted by their demons. I wonder if I'm only a few nights or months away from those hauntings myself. I wonder if their soul is in line for that well known fire that haunts the pits of that infamous place we're all trying to avoid. Personally, I decided a long time ago I'm ok with that being my final destination as long as I know in this life I did what I had to. 

I came across a lot of sheeps in wolf's clothing but overtime they did become wolf, I guess the saying 'if you quack like a duck then you're a duck' is true. I don't know where I'm heading with this post so I'm just going to say I don't think it matters if you're good, bad or evil just accept the consequences no matter how mournful or detrimental they are. If you want to walk through life head high doing the worst of the worst then don't kneel and beg at the sight of death just be ready to give the scythe carrier one hell of a fight. I know I will!

My sanctuary (Poem)

This house is broken
like the hearts it hold,
rottening hope now gone
weary like my soul.
The cracks now cry for help,
walls are hopeless,
sheltered but my faith is homeless,
as silence is on bedrest,
I'm by its side praying for the return of its liveliness
but where do I begin
when time won't permit.
I'm sick,
sick of the same shit.
Water flows,
I say stop but
the tap won't listen,
no obedience,
and my wiring is now twisted,
ideas are vanishing,
bulbs are blowing in an instant,
and I'm in this darkness
trying to find my pieces
but it'll be a miracle if they ever fit.

In time this house will become a home again,
brick by brick the proof is already in the pudding.
Inspiring those around it like its former inhabitants,
the nucleus of change for its location.
I am one with it,
feel its foundation slowly strengthening.
I covered it in a bubble of prayer,
it needs blessings.
No ghost resides
so no need to exercise,
demons contrite and departed
now it practices pacifism.
This house will accept nothing but peace,
development, air to breathe.
The cracks will get filled,
sanded down therapeutically,
each and every wall attacked by Elpis!
Faith will be restored
joyful music will invade its core.
This will be a worthy shelter.
This will be a home again!
My home.

Forever my Angel (Poem)

You were just here!

I heard the news
felt the tears
YOU WERE JUST HERE!
Right here...
My hands around your waist,
dinner time we were in no haste.
Talking to me,
telling me tales,
always the protagonist,
the plot always the same
how foe after foe failed
and time after time you prevailed
due to god's divine grace.
Showed me how to stand on my own
believe in myself, set my own goals.
You taught me how to hone my skills
especially under the scrutiny of critics,
fight first cry later
but plot for triumph as each drop hit the pillow.
You're my definition of a soldier,
my confidence's shoulders,
ghetto youths' helper,
a true saviour - messiah.
You sold the tangibles
but none came close to the intangible,
your love was truly remarkable,
you showed us all how to be strong while vulnerable.

You were the foundation
and the pillars.
The building is still firm because now your spirit lies in each brick,
unbelievable strength even at your illest.
I'll love you to the fullest!
Fly my angel,
take your place in the highest of highest.
XoXo

Sonia Hamilton

I lost my grandma 6 days ago. Just re-reading that line gives me the chills. I can't believe how it all transpired. I could recount the order of events for you a million times and it'll still feel surreal. My grandma was my soul, taught me the very basis of love, respect and discipline. There was a point in which I felt like I mattered to no one but her and I vouched to return her kindness with the finest life could deliver, sadly I failed. But this is not about me, it's about the legend that came, stood firm, fight fiercely and departed with honour, great respect and dignity. I always admired my grandma! Something about the way she carried herself, her responses, her storytelling, her strength, her influence always screamed volumes of wonders to me. She touched so many and gave a new definition to the value of a woman so the fact that she was taken from us at all whether at age 100, 80 or 50 seems shocking and unjust but then again that's how we all feel about our departed loved ones, right?

It's been 19 days since my grandma died. To be more specific it's been 18 days 23 hours and 9 mins since my grandma died. I am broken! Feelings on ice like her body awaiting a moment I'll never be ready for. I sit by her window like I use to do as a kid and I let the memories flow, blow me away like the wind, there's so many yet so few at the same time as though we knew each other for short period yet also for a lifetime. I hear loss gets easier over time - I never got that concept. The pain seem to just set up a headquarter somewhere in the mind of the grieving awaiting visits and tears seem to spring without reason. Somehow this paragraph is turning into a poem and that's irritating me. I can't write about this and feel as though I'm doing my grandma justice in any way. I want to shine light on how amazing she was but the thing about legends is, you can't put them into words, no amount of syllables would ever seem fit, you had to encounter their presence to truly feel the power of their essence. I am broken and dismayed not just because my grandma died but because the entire world didn't get to experience her essence, see her smile, witness her fight, admire her dancing, witness her hustle, her compassion, or simply benefit from her smarts. SHE WAS EVERYTHING EVERY WOMEN DREAM TO BE! 

LEGEND

......

My grandma's funeral was 5 days ago and I missed it. I got to see the viewing her body via zoom though. I don't quite know how to put this feeling in words right now. I haven't thought much about it these past couple of days but as I write this I feel like life is slowly being drained from my bones. I feel like there's 10 bodybuilders just sitting on my knuckles and every letter is 10 times harder to type. No matter how much time spent with her it never seems enough, this all seem too soon. I never got to give her the great life she deserved to have lived. I wondered if I done enough for her, did I prepare her breakfasts well enough, clean her room enough, was I roght pushing her to take her medications when she was very reluctant, did I sit and laugh enough with her, should we had have deeper conversations, did I make it abundantly clear how much the whole family appreciated her, I don't know. Most of all I wondered if I gave her her roses - gave her her rightful credit for making me the man I am today. I guess I'll never know. I don't even think ahe remembered my name in the end but I'd take 10 more years supporting her through dementia than 10 more years without her. I keep hearing I should take comfort knowing she's no longer in pain now (her cancer got so bad), I guess I should but it makes me wonder why she had to endure such pain to begin with. Why do any of us? Why does life have to be a 'pain then recovery, then repeat till death' type of path? Why can't we just live.

R.I.P SONIA HAMILTON! PERFECT PEACE

I am my Father's son

  'My condolences', those words combined now sound so alien since ending up on the receiving end of them. I find myself shaking it off every time someone utters it and due to that nonchalant-ness they tend to repeat themselves to ensure I've heard, but what's a befitting response? Do I say thank you as though we've just completed a successful transaction? Or should I lower my head in sincere thought and sadness whilst remaining quiet? Or should I weep? Or do I give the traditional expected response "I can't believe it...I appreciate it"? I've always been the type that wanted people out my face as soon as possible with limited, I take that back, as little to no words exchanged and that still haven't changed so what do I say. Over the years I've tried to be the nicest version of someone I don't even recognized and I think this death has somehow dented this persona I've built. My smiles don't feel real anymore; my sadness seems... Somehow I feel like I'm now in autopilot, as though my everyday actions are being watched by the real me and I'm trying to move, say and do as expected, slowly waiting for this dent to expand into an eventual shatterm, consequently causing myself to regain the person I was before I started this whole nice guy disgusting sprouse. I'm not making sense am I? Kinda like 'my condolences'.

I learned when I was very young what it truly meant to be my Father's son. I came to accept the burdens and perks of such a role from very early on. The thing you should know about my father is he was flawed beyond belief as a father but he was an amazing man otherwise, therefore throughout time I chose to judge him by his actions towards others rather than towards myself. I've heard a few people say lately they can relate to me (not fully but to some degree) because they've lost their dad too, the truth is you can't relate! My condolences. There are things you can't say about the dead so I don't quite know how to follow through with this piece in a respectful way. I feel in some ways my dad like my mom is the foundation on which my knowledge is rooted. My dad taught me the art of selfishness, intelligence, the indifference of love; and the strain of additions; and bad fates; and misguided passion; and emotional independence and so much more I am grateful for. I find myself staring into the open air a lot lately, lost between a thought, a memory, a wish and an expectation then I somehow... I feel mind-boggled, like I'm watching the world from a bird eye's view on a TV screen and there's a big pause sign but somehow the show is still continuing, the world is still turning. Mostly, I feel torn, like I've lost a dad but haven't at the same time, like I've lost a piece of my soul but haven't at the same time, like I've lost more than I can put into words but haven't at... A part of me feels like I need to do what I do best and disappear off the grid, another part feels like I just want to quit my job and everything I do on the side and just click refresh on life. Can I do that? It seems easy. My dad could've done that, no?

Anyway, at his funeral I said a little tribute and it was something along the lines of "my father was a great man. He thought me a great deal, and his lessons and actions really shaped me into the man I've become. Like the rest of us he had his flaws and he had his strengths, he had a lot of qualities we admired and it made him the staple he was in many lives. His greatest skill being his wit and ability to cheer us up even in the darkest of times. We didn't just lose a father, son, brother, uncle, cousin, nephew, friend, we didn't just lose someone close to us, earth lost a great mind, someone who really paved the way for many by simply using his smarts and just being himself. Today we recognized one of the greatest spirit that walked our community. He struggled like the rest of us to make ends meet. Despite his addiction and mistakes he fought to give those around him especially his children the brightest of futures and for that we thank him and acknowledge the place in our hearts he will always hold. R.I.P, we will meet again."

R.I.P HOWARD HAYE! PERFECT PEACE

The year of death is not over

Death. It's a powerful word isn't it. It recently dawned on me how many great minds, wonderful personalities and bright futures have been stolen at the hands of fatalism. I mean as humans we really fight, don't we? I've seen it first hand, when pain hits we try, really try to beat our obstacles to a pulp. It's one thing to override the sadness tied to getting out of bed and committing to jobs we really don't want to die doing but tolerate for economical reasoning day after day, added to the pressure of simply trying to walk in our truths - as our authentic self in a world that seem to can't comprehend that they are fighting to forbid truth on a planet that's in dire need of more candor, compassion and transparency; in addition, we're hit with incurable illnesses, environmental pandemics, political victimization and so forth but despite it all we continue to fight. We're really, really, really fighting, I just don't get why god or the universe or better yet life is on the prosecution's side of the court. Also, I don't get why it's blatant that humanity (our fellow brothers and sisters) regardless of race or other differentiating visual factors are our only hope for enforcing well needed changes and yet we're not helping each other be better and do better: we clnstantly choose to partake in this crab in a bucket, tug of war game against those in amongst us to no avail - we all fall at the hands of death victims if the same pathetic cycle.

2020 was an extremely tragic one not just due to the literal deaths we've all been publicly exposed to but the deaths of our social life, positive psychological state, HOPE and so forth. I think it was prophecied awhile back that 2020 like the year 2000 would bring about unforseen changes on a positive and evolutionary level but there we were feeling stuck (not just at home but also on the spectrum of progress). Maybe it did bring some form of cosmic change. Maybe we've been under the invisible influences of vanity and trivial thoughts for so long we needed a drastic page turner to shake our very core, to remind us of the things and people in life we truly value. The pandemic has been quite eye opening, it shined a light on so much: The government limited amount of power and questionable intelligence; the great divides throughout society; the fragility of mortality; the influences of role models; your will to enact change; personal triggers, systematic racism etc; and probably for the first time ever we endured a state of global instropection. *See there is something new under the sun* Every nation band together to unite against one threat, despite their different strategies to conquer the battle at hand, the greatest win was that we all united against one threat.

Somewhere not too far from your doorsteps another parent has lost a child, a grandparent has been taken, cousin, niece, nephew, aunt, uncle - another life has been stolen at the hands of fate. Somehow my condolences or a roomful of platitudes don't seem to cut it anymore and that heavy feeling of "I should live life to the fullest" seem to be accompanied with a gift wrapped timer because somehow we know we won't stick to that fleeting devotion despite desperately wanting to. Goodbye seems just as temporary, doesn't it? As though you'll one day see that face and hold those hands again and tomorrow may just be the day for such reunions but today the only thing that resonates is the grief of that departure. How do we make a difference we ask ourselves. Personally, I don't know. Death is inevitable! I guess all we can try to do is help those around us while we still can. HELP! Contribute to finding cures, or start rehabilitation centres, or start being a worldwide voice for those suffering from rape or mutually experienced trauma, just start helping, maybe a life or two could be saved if you do. 

I guess we still find ourselves perpetually wondering why does death keep coming? Why doesn't that resilient little fuck acknowledge our efforts and just surrender. Since the millennium has began, it has shown us how close we are treading to the edge of humanity's doom and it's high time we accept the curse of inevitability. What if the saying is true, "there's only one god and his name is death"? I mean all the other gods we serve has only delayed the inevitable right, but death seem to be the only one successfully doing as expected for millenniums. It's a shame such a fate still mortify us and the pain it carries is such a burden despite knowing it's inevitability. The year of death will continue so I guess our job is to live (life to the fullest) while we wait right. Maybe we're all lives hanging from nooses and the only thing we can do is keep the fight, so keep fighting.

New York, NEW YORK!

I always knew I would be in New York someday writing a piece I would remember till the end of my days. I always pictured writing it on a rooftop overlooking a portion of the city that would make me utter the words "THIS IS SO NEW YORK BABY!". I fantasized (yeah let's use that word haha) many times about writing many pieces in this GREAT city as I gleefully suffer from Carrie Bradshaw syndrome (you know what I mean) - inspirational but risque - quite salacious but only in the metaphorical sense - after all I do have a good boy status to uphold, hahaaaha. Though this is not a rooftop, I am 24 stories of the ground overlooking Ms beautiful New York herself, with a glass of champagne to my left, feet up, on the first day of yet again another optimistic year, about to write you something magical so I guess we should both feel blessed right?!? That's rhetorical btw lol. Point is fantasy do come through. So here we go, what can I say about you New York!

                                   ...

It's been 4 nights here in the Big Apple and I received a very astonishing and unwarranted realization whilst on the 80th floor of the Empire state building. There I was looking out over the city, admiring the lights that are desperately trying to swallow the city's darkness and I felt it - the feeling of being lost. At first I thought it related to the city itself you know, as though all the cultures that have woven themselves into the mix along with the constant architectural developments has somehow tricked the city into feeling as though it's lost its initial essence but the truth is it was in regards to the people. From the sky it seemed as though the city had devoured all life form and it dawned on me this is the city to come to when you want to get lost, or simply feel invisible. Even whilst walking around Times Square amongst very, very few souls (thanks to the fear of covid), I still felt invisible, as though there was a bubble around each cluster that converse with each other.

To you this may be a sad thing but to me it's probably the definition of a dream come true. See I realized when I was younger, the times I've felt most comfortable in my skin is when I'm walking through the most seemingly deserted territories or when I'm in the corner of a dark room with nothing but my thoughts. Unfortunately, over time a lot has changed, maybe it started with the crack of the door to that dark room letting just a preview of light in or the sight of possible life on one of those deserted streets but somehow I was enticed by change. And then it happened, like New York city I'm consumed by more than I can handle. Despite the apparent beauty of one's  growth so many mistakes have been made along the way. I grew to accept the lights I've let into my world, I accepted all the clarity that came with embracing changes, I accepted the fact that I'll never look in the mirror and truly feel like I know this person I'm looking at, but most of all I accepted the fact that I now feel found or better yet visible. See the thing you should know about me is the light brings clarity but it doesn't bring joy or genuine self assurance, I only knew myself, and I mean truly knew myself and loved the person I was when I was surrounded by darkness, lost between carriages in my train of thoughts, forgetting humanity had opinions thanks to the blank walls surrounding my sanity. Anyway back to New York!

There I was amongst others looking out from one of the tallest point in the city and despite the breathtakingly beautiful view all I was seeing was how much of the city hasn't been exposed to the light! And in that moment I understood why I felt that feeling of 'lost'. I think in order for me to find that vessel my soul ripped itself from just to taste the wonders of this world, I HAVE TO MOVE TO NEW YORK! I was informed that after the Twin towers was hit, it was built back and is now known as The Freedom tower, so maybe that's what we should title this year, 'The year of liberation'. Sometimes, something colossal need to  takes place for us to know in our hearts without an ounce of doubt what needs to be done to progress. I think what I'm saying is don't let fear be your guide in life, let revelations, inclines and your instincts steer your way and no matter how ludicrous your decision may seem stand behind them because maybe doors you can't even fathom will begin to open. Trust your decisions and make the most of every footstep that follows. 

I wish this tale was one about New York's fashion, beautiful sites or it's spontaneous promiscuous nightlife but it's just a tale about how another person have been saved by an apple (like Adam and Eve was in my opinion). NOW THAT'S AN APPLE SHOT! New York, NEW YORK I guess you're the next city on my slaughter list, I'll be seeing you real soon kid.

Thursday, 8 April 2021

I can't find me!

I think it happened at age 23, 'cause that's the last time I remember feeling fine. As a kid I would look around and I would see other kids wanting to be this and that, having all the aspirations in the world but they were never focused on who they were in the present - I always was. As an adolescent, I would see others I was surrounded by struggling to find themselves, trying to grow at the pace society pressured them to keep up with and I didn't need to, I was already in my own lane, very sure of the person I was. At age 18, I was very much a staple in my mind, someone unmatched, someone who simply didn't give a fuck about those that didn't agree with what he stood for or who he is and very much satisfied being seen as an island away from the mass. I was this guy who relentlessly spoke his mind and went the uncalled distance to back it up if things escalated. By 19, I was living alone very much invested in writing and subconsciously finding his zen, so I invited 'the calm' into my spirit. At 20, I embarked on enforcing more changes than I can sufficiently put into words. At age 23 I decided to make some really bold moves, took one too many wrong turns and that was the onset of the avalanche that I now refer to as 'the sad identity crisis'. I stand by everything I did but the person in the mirror seems blurrier everyday. Is that relatable?

I realized early on in life that I didn't feel 'normal', I just thought my emotional clocks turned differently. Use to think of myself as some type of earth invader, sent to understand emotions and reactions then report back. It took me awhile to work out how to emit a particular feeling as weird as that sound and so I taught myself the art of reciprocal energy very very very early on in life. Meaning I will treat you exactly how you treat me - it's only fair, right? It made life easy. Somewhere after age 23, after trespassing on one too many forbidden paths, I was swarmed by a lot of emotions from others and I started to feel more human than ever before, probably because it was the first time I truly saw the face of hurt - I really looked into its eyes you know. I guess the act of reciprocation became difficult after that. I always say my favourite historian is Rosa Parks because she taught the population the most powerful word in history, "NO"! Once upon a time that was so effortless to say. Now years later I've become a lot more lenient, forthcoming and 'nice'... Not just reciprocal niceness, actually a nice person... I guess that's the major contributor to this blurry image.

I have these moments now where I find myself trapped between the image of the past and the one of my present - legit trapped - I would often astro project and see the present me in the middle of a tug of war. Somehow I'm just trapped. And there are some moments in which I am lucky enough to carve my way through the niceness of my present self to speak my true desires and there are other moments I sit still admire the past and/or acknowledged me fucking up my present. There's things I would never had stood for at age 22 that I just let slide now and it's more disappointing than astonishing tbh. I think a few years back when things took a turn for the worst, I told myself I should try and 'naturally feel' something, anything, and ever since then everytime I utter those words I open the door to another mistake. It works though, I do feel now! Or at least I tell myself this is how others should actually feel in a particular situation and I assume that is exactly what I'm feeling. The emotions feel a lot more natural than they did growing up. I feel sadness, joy, temporary satisfaction... The crave to continue trying to feel became so strong I stopped fighting, surrendered and continued to dig my emotional grave. At this point there's too much dirt under the carpet to ever be the person I once was or to be proud of the one I am now, so finding that old me is damn near impossible. He'll just have to remain trapped. I feel human now. I guess that's the only way to put it, I genuinely feel human. It's scary and probably stupid in the eyes of y'all.

Maybe the problem is not finding myself, maybe it's not being able to return home. I mean maybe I am from Jupiter as I had often joked and being here on earth has taken a toll on my system and I can no longer function how I use to. Maybe like Adam and Eve I've bitten into something forbidden and 'feeling' is my punishment. Maybe this was always my fate and that trapped soul is just a victim like many others to the changes he started but now refuse to accept. Maybe I passed the point of no return a long time ago and I should just surrender to the humans' ways. Or maybe my people is still on the way to rescue me and they're severely delayed - let's hope. Or maybe I just have to figure out how to find my new balance because like Pinocchio I'm human now. Or maybe I just need to start expressing how I feel again rather than trying be nice, maybe that's the recipe to finding joy again, right?

Saturday, 26 December 2020

Hood Sack Festivities

This christmas I'm pulling up on santa;
Imma grip him up, tell him I need a public romp,
unwrap his gift right there to feel that cold front,
get him hotter than magma
when I give it a good rub.
Then I'll tell him where I'll be later on.
He better park that sledge out front
then tie them reindeers up
'cause they'll wanna run when their little PG ears 
hear the action that's going down.
I been plotting, waiting for the 25th,
now it's midnight, 
only my socks and a jockstrap on, 
feet up waiting by the chimney 
playing some festive joints.
Got the scene ready for ya - you smell that pine?
I see your gut, I know you got one hell of an appetite
so your beard is my sledge for the night!
Shhh don't talk.
I don't need to know about your past
right now I'm the ghost of your present
"RAHHHH!" 
Don't be shook, just saying we could do this raw!
Follow the pin
cum to my hood,
I'll work you out good good,
and you better be ready to go hard
after all today is your busiest day of all.
If it's up to me these kids wouldn't see ya till tomorrow.
If you put these cuffs on, trust I'll have your body 
in paradise till tomorrow.
I got that cookie you can eat for days
and milk that vary in taste;
I got a no dribble tolerance
so swallow every drop 
you'll get some christmas smacks if you waste.
And I don't need a mistletoe
to spit in your throat and give you a good choke,
get you redder than Rudolph's nose, 
sweat till you lose more weight than them fools fucking with keto.
I got a kilo,
it'll get you higher than them reindeers do.
Heard you from the north pole 
well imma north side nigga so I guess this pole is your new home.
Get on top get comfortable.
It's your duty to deliver peace, yep constable,
so cite this piece 'cause it's disrupting the peace,
shiiiiiiiit hardcore public enemy,
walking around giving the baddest of them deep long beats
wetting up sheets.
Notorious for popping, 
I'm talking cherries not gats or Mary
but shit can get that bloody,
if you're into that freaky shit and wanna get thotty,
there's no limits to hood sack festivities.
In fact invite some elves
we can start a naked trainset,
oh and tell 'em bring some toys, 
the freakier the better, they don't need to be coy.