mastery

a twisted irony
cruel twist of fate grates me
dreams?!
are they really
wish fulfilment
freudian theory
look deep
see life's fury
battered and bruised
on the road to glory
still finding
mastery eluding me
made my mind up
to no longer pursue
let mastery find me 
now i'm elusive
eluding mastery
has made me master.

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introspection

the noisiness of silence

causes internal violence

stuck in my own thoughts

a terrifying place filled with landmines

nah a beautiful place 

similar to paradise

nah an afro filled with headlice

a mind riddled with vermin

an intelligent cretin

aiding and abetting

journeying through crevices

battle self arch-nemesis

befriend myself make me my ally

bear witness to my alibi

don't follow the dichotomy

i'm whole holistically me

experience the subterranean depths

from the council estate of mind to the buddha mindstate

pessimistically optimystic

nah a realist

with surrealist thoughts

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i am...

a demagogue
raising up the riotous masses
inspire in flashes
a vicious force 
like anakin and the emperor
luke and yoda
always connect like voda
advanced lyricism
bring ya criticism
positive or negative
with or without ism schism
i make it pure
like light through prism


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goldfish by shelley eastwick

drifting towards the edge of the murky canvass that they need,
my wisdom is too colourfully innocent for them to leave me free.
piercing my surface with their spears of hope and falsity,
their language reaches out to make me bleed instead of be.

and so I struggle forward like a goldfish in a storm,
screaming streams of questions like a child not yet born.

i mimic for the eye the tumbling, choking, downward spiral,
knowing that beyond this, possibility wears me like a smile.
drenching my senses with their waves of theory and industry,
they tell me that it is only my mental mirror that I see.

and so I struggle forward like a goldfish in a storm,
knowing that they cannot cage my ever-flowing form.

this equilibrium they are forcing fails to balance me,
for i know that this struggle is but a mask hiding the fears of the sea.
i have no inner turbulence.

no battle of me against me.
i just remind them of how sublime, and yet insignificant, we can be.

and so i struggle forward like a goldfish needing air,
but elsewhere i am merely washing goldfish from my hair.


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