"The unimaginative man's dream"

The smile of a 1000 angels,

The tears of a 100 mermaids...

all the things we cannot see,

is every thing she gives to me...

the kiss from the wind,

the fire burning within...

all the things I cannot do,

are the things I choose to give to you...

an embrace from the sun,

the world as the face of one...

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**Well, I have decided to use this space to trace my creative growth in terms of my music, dance, art and well basically any of my interests as a kind of monitoring system for my and all interested parties amusement**

Love, peace and all that hippie good stuff to all.... chase yo dreams, believe in yourself etc :)

...wat a dragon does wen thirsty...

**random thoughts**

...Thoughts fade into the dominant rhythm of the heart beat. Emotions evolve into a primitive state and escape the body as cold streams of sweat living their life from the contours of the face right down to the place of their death; some taken by a gentle yet hasty swipe of the hand, while others simply serve out their purpose and evaporate taking with them heat nested upon the being that gave the very reason for their conception. Words in the head dance around as if thought had no song, no tune, no melody. Trying desperately to connect into any sort of logical pattern able to illustrate a concept even the creator himself only made available to the host in an intangible plain of existence. The floodgates of the heart spill over into all vessels of the being until a feeling so overwhelming renders any form of communication unworthy of expressing the current state of the individual. It is at this moment the eyes begin to frantically search for a link shared by the two hosts, a sign that the feelings are mutual, a sign that hope is not an act of desperation but of possibility currently in a state of inactivity...

...To ignore reality is to believe in everything, this is faith. The eyes touch the light and the mind falls in love with the interpretation thereof, while the soul is nested behind a canvas painted by the actions and utterance of the host. From birth we dine on the fruits of the heart, drink of its fountains until its banquet is without a song...

...Who can teach the mouth to listen can also teach the eyes to speak. There is sorrow in the voice of the eyes, wet and cold words tell of the lies and the lost hope. The stories told down the face, heard only by those who care to let the light speak of them....

...Who among you would ever again thirst for the streams of the earth once you have drowned in the fulfilling floods of the heavens??...

...he that was now lives with those that see today as the beginning of eternity...

choosing to remain undecided...

***random barz***

birds hold the secret to unknown forms of gravity...

dreams are just unfulfilled realities...

God has a plan, you should work on a strategy...

workout, burn every beat like calories...

food for thought, seems the whole globe has allergies...

'cause only 'humans' don't show 'humans' humanity...

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trying get high enough to see footprints on the moon...

I stay with April cause its cold right through the June...

thinking maybe the devil will choke from all the fumes...

(....of hells inferno,)

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she sugarcoat all, when they scream, she call it hells choir...

out-going personalties normally in-spire...

since celebrities became stars, dad told me to aim higher...

the world turned my heart cold enough to slay fires...

most don't get the real message like plain flyers...

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i knew the future came when i could download temptation and hope off of the same wire...

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we say we happy here, so we both can remain liars...

logic easy to follow like we tracking train tires...

looking for the Latin roots of 'empire'...

till we raise groups of humane sires...

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if the logic is too hard to conceive...

i ask you to have faith and believe...

or i take the option of sleep so you dream...

cause black men winning is not within this regime...

so if we partake in the schemes,

we suppress all the screams,

and relate to the screens,

that shape our very being...

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a man can perish, but the secret remain...

insides burn, like the colors hidden in flames,

or the man whose whole life was lived in a chain...

the man who died so his children seek for a change...

looking down from heaven and they don't even speak out his name...

letting colorful futures dry out in stains...

not considering how mama cried out in pain,

before smiling for joy after the rain...

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is there a point to being pointless??

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11seconds after eternity beginz....

we drown in the river of dreams...

thirst for the waters that bore life for us...

dug deeper than the seeds in search of it,

had an affair with the light only touched by the sky...

hoping the night would one day tire of being a guest to hosts with their eyes closed...

seeking refuge in another realm, painting the black canvas with the colour of thought...

for who imagines of nothing...?

whose fruit is grown in the land that begs for humectation?

hapiness lives within but cannot remember the last time it was home...

and the heart pretends to survive alone...

survive yet not live, for to live is not only to survive....

and greed is disguised as the thought of the thoughtless,

feeding off the hunger of the selfish...

taking from the pots of those without....

as the coals invite a little part of hell to heat the portions of sustenance,

the food for which the soul shall not partake...

that of the earth is of the flesh,

that of the flesh is born of death....

the likeness of the father is hidden to the eye,

with rested eyelids, a moment is taken to look inside....

the children of the earth are born from tears of the sky...

bury the seeds so they may know what it means to be alive...

...the problem with solutionz...

('nd i dnt mean concoctions or mixtures!!!)

it ain't hard to loose yourself in this day N age...

hate to think id wake next to the wrong girl carrying my D-N-A...

only look at the mirror when the lights fade away...

guess am ahead ov my time, coz i cnt recognize who i am today...

home is where the heart is so its no surprise i aint here to stay...

heart made of stone, its aite tho coz i heard am molded outta clay...

stranger to my soul, cant remember the last time i seen its face...

is the burning in my heart evidence of whats in its place??

in competition with myself, coz for life am stuck in this race...

trying to see better things but my eyes glued to her waist...

food for thought though, cheese is always to my taste...

life is a movie.... am jus' dying to audition...

don't know if life as a b#tch, is why i shy from religion...

coz some of my thoughts ain't inspired by the living...

tryin to fit in to the desire to be different,

to the point the mirror seems to lie through your vision...

least the heartbeat means life still inspired enough to listen...

only skeletons in my closet got a brand 4 definition...

wonder what i wud dream for if i was living out my dream...

feeling so juvenile like am reliving my teens...

all individuals, no clones alive in my team...

try'n get past tha phase wur.."i wan reside inside her jeans"...

past that get her w3t jus' ta blow off some steam...

past the "money on my mind" 2 finally realize what it mean...

on to getting the cake coz i ain't satisfied with just the cream...

sum random drop i did last week with accompanying text just drafted while uploading and listening to it... :)

...the penguin's hot cup of coffee...

...if u are going crazy its okay 'cause at the least you will NOT be in the frame of mind to worry about that which is happening to you (,ironically though this would probably only stand as true in a perfect world scenario where the state of going crazy is not a gradual painful process, rather a much more instantaneousness change of state! with all theoretical facts considered though one must ponder that if this; which is proposed as being a "perfect world" would exist with only favorable conditions from the governing deity, it would no doubt do so - seeing that no 'crazy' person was part of the population.....(oh please, am no deity...am just guessing..feel free to bow though.....lol)

***in this draft you are spared the rants of the "delusional" author pointing out his "oh so clever wit, and transcendent ideologies" behind his conjuring up of a title for the said draft. This is done so as it (...the title, duh!!!...) came about due to an article on global warming................(pause for dramatic effect!)........YES!!! global warming is real people.....(wait!....maybe pause would have had more effect here!!! damn...)....global warming is real 'cause we TALK about it!!! with that same logic I would now like us to proceed to discussions on aliens............!!!

[o.k, being in aussie I for one would not argue against any suggestions that this earth is hot as &%$#!!!!!! (word omitted according to FCC regulations, exclamation marks are NOT part of omission and should be therefore treated as standard communication symbolic elements.....{this is what we call fine-print}) I am also a little iffy on the whole alien stance...]

....okay, seriously, with that random mind trip I have actually forgotten the reason for drafting this text!!! maybe the reason was just to draft the text as it has "been a minute" ......(urban slang)......since i did do so.... So this is like day 6 or so of my newly found nocturnal existence.... I thought we chose our lifestyles but last week it seems my body just chose to ignore the suns absence and take it upon itself to stretch my daily activity cycle to just around 20 hours a day!!!! (when i say "activity cycle" some may be fooled into thinking that these activities are actually productive.....!!! well, unlike a battery which leads a supper awesome productive life by just sitting there, I do a similar act of sitting, with heavy eyes, that is just..........a tad less productive :) )......wait!!! hey, this draft is probably the most productive i been as a member of the nocturnal club i have just now cleverly dubbed, using my supper awesome transcendent thingy,...... the 'batmann' club......(note the double "nn"...thats for legal purposes, lets not get into that right now....)

....aite seriously, this is like one of those times you stare into the mirror just because you think yo eyes are sexy, or you like the way your body looks....you know, get lost in yourself type things....am probably just typing because...well,....its me!!! like me in words, not me..ME!!!

(we all do that thing in the mirror right?? 'cause if not that would be weird and in that case then I don't do it at all!!!....unless we all do...... then like..... we cool....okay...cool?? cool........)

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(....besides I only get lost for like a minute or two............or 17, but whose counting anyway, its not like its an obsession right!? I mean, only as much as the next person...unless they don't, then am just kidding!!! :) )

****besides am sure i could pass this all up as effects of insomnia or sum'n.....so :P****

requests for membership to the batman club, i mean the batmann club (nearly forgot the "N" there....) can be sent to ireallywanttobelongtosomethingidontcarewhattheFitis@yahoo.co.za...... also "like" our facebook page (if you could just make one for us then "like" it....that would be swell....!!!!)

ps. speaking on penguins, clearly thats a penguin with identity issues right?!!!