The Source of my frustration is realized at the wakening forms of night. I swivel because in bed, I hear loud trains coming to remind me of my expressions. With words to shout and visions to enlight. Here the cloak of my nightly wear is worn in true uniform. The stars shine on my forms as I can now taste the energy between my words. The taste is sweet and bitter…for how have I misplaced this practice for so long? Knowing in me, is this desire to write and to express passion. I’ve demonstrated forms of resplendence before, but now I want to resurrect bones with the word. Juxtaposition and refrain all sumize the notions inside my abilities. My eyes clothes… They wear what fashion awaits me on the runway. My dreams seek to place me into a much more believable reality. I can grasp and unresolved the forces around me. Rectifying all of the powers which have been laid down.
You excite me and make my thoughts; pend into suspension.
All of you.
I can’t deny what I wanna make you feel.
I wanna cause your actions to form into a battle.
Literally paralyzing you into a web of sticky cream.
Then I want to get rid of your syrup; by sentencing your lips by the weapon of my passion.
Pouring into you sections; I haven’t shown to anyone…
But my youthful self when I first realized; how bad I wanted a girl.
Badly like the oceans; I seek to calm you in the midst of your trauma.
Again I wanna become a slave to your spell…I want you to look at me; so I can surrender my reservations to you.
Giving you my jokes and camaraderie; so that your laughter, is a temptation of undress.
Confess so I can heal you by the meditative forgiveness I must pardon into you.
For the blasphemy of your presence writes onto the walls the need for redemption.
If my passions resurrect a savior to your transgressions; follow me into this bliss.
Heaven is our journey; and we are saints as we relinquish into the fire of paradise.
Inspired BY The Muse Of Native Land.
That’s been my reaction after reading the wealth of knowledge engrained in the book ‘The Tao of Pimpin’
It’s interesting how, I met Blue (The Author and pimp herself) It was through a post shared by a mutual friend of ours, Jamilah. I noticed her posts, and she always seemed to make me laugh and think. However, it was her social conscious delivery that made me realize too. She had songs like ‘Don’t Get Your Ass Beat By The Police’ which still, remains one of my favorite jams even now. From then on, we kept in conversation through Facebook, and her website.
When, I realized she was writing this book, I did not think twice about putting my order in! A couple of days later, I picked it up and I was simply overwhelmed by the knowledge in this book. It’s not the most important if you read it from Z to A, or some letter in between — the point is the same. ‘It’s Pimping Baby’
If you’re looking to determine some secret formula to pimping, you’ve already forgotten the Dynamic process.
Throughout the book, you are minded of this process.
Pimps, Ho’s, Hustlers, Scallywags, Outlaws, and pigs are apart of this process.
You must be wise and discover, Real Pimping’ is when you overstand. Real talk.
Through the passages of this book, I’ve been aware of the system of pimping in my own walk. She brought out a wealth of points which are revealed through your everyday living.
I recommend this book, to the youth! Everybody needs a closer examination to a system that has been in existence since the genesis.
Pimpin’ has been around longer than you imagine. Look beyond the cane, rag, and cup. Your inner pimp is reminded through the code of this book, how to thrive in the midst of everyone else.
She sheds light on how to respond to everyone. The wit in this book, is unbearable. It makes you literally THINK, but it is given in such a way a child can understand.
So, I encourage you all to find the passion and lesson in this book! You can order right here!YOU WILL NOT BE MISLED, BUT FOUND.
For when I ascended into the Native Rapture, my mind and frame began to pose a description. Every now and then, she comes again, and the lessons you never forget. You become a Designated Fool as Sananda Maitreya put it.
There she goes speculating on someone
For her private school
There he is her next suga daddy-o
Her designated fool
She’s a teacher of unbelievable skill
I once loved her and now I paying the bill
Right about now she’s regulating on someone
With her juicy groove
If papa comes quick
She’ll slow ‘em down and teach ‘em a textbook trick
Some advanced curriculum
She’s a master
At stimulating her class
I once loved her
I graduated too fast
From the tropical edge, and by the Native pledge – her colors are the foundation of life. She comes to capture and with strong memories you’ve already ascended into her rapture. Beyond the stars and passing around the crescent moon; here she has come not a moment too soon. She reminds you of your vulnerable scales; like the time you thought dolphins were whales. She always made you remember; science was the only everlasting December. Her face were shades of colorful ambitions; apertures and contrasts of tuition’s. What a price you had to pay; for with your concentrated stare, you have stepped into the grey. Your mission has become the predator and the prey. To know you means she must consume you; but only by her native woo.
Everything on this planet has something to do with music. Music functions in the realm of sculptured air. Polluted as our atmosphere might be, air is the thing that makes music work. Since all other things that occur in the sound domain are transmitted to the ear through that swirling mass, depending on how wide you want to make your definition, you could perceive quite a bit of human experience in terms of music…..
- Frank Zappa
I had a vision of a day like this only about 3 months ago, a surreal experience alien to my most memorable paralysis. I had just gotten a vehicle and while joyful, I became vexed with worry. “What IF I loose my keys!? What IF someone steals my car” As anything in this material world often allows, possession begun to take a toll on me. I started to undress rapidly, the concern for my most prized possession. I soon became suddenly wrapped with a CELL, which seemed to sell me into worthy. O, the cost to sail away by the boat of anxiety.
“I am late for work! Yet, I am very tired! I should get ready to go. The skies are ambient, colors of purple and yellow within a serenade of primitive desire. If only, I could capture the Wisdom of the sky. As I turn on the ignition, I get caught up in the vastness of my sleep. I realize I can’t drive in this state, so I intend on parking my car. However I am laden heavy with exhaustion, so I am going to park it just anywhere. I have to get out! I return to my room, as I lay down to respond to the beckoning exhaust; I awaken suddenly! I am then told; as I prepare to walk outside. “You’re in a cell; don’t sell out when you turn the knob.” As I turn the knob, I notice I am in jail cell and SUDDENLY SCREAM AND SHOUT, Then I faint to my knees! How could this be true? I suddenly hear a woman’s voice frantically calling my name! ” Jesse!! Jesse!! ” I begin to pray within myself as my hope begins to build upon the next. I feel a rush of sudden relief as the spirit assures me of the great Calm! I awaken again from the state of shock. I walk outside to look for my vehicle, I can’t find it, so I return back to sleep. What becomes of these colors in the sky, is the acceleration of destination.”
Somehow, these events happen but only in a dream like state, I remember actually believing them to only realize I was caught in Sleep Paralysis.
Today, I actually became a victim of a collision, caused by a squirrel in the road, which blinded for a moment my friend who ran into the back of my car. I immediately became worried, and checked if she was OK, and she was although her car was pretty much destroyed, while mine was intact.
Cells lock up inside, and the the fears we have are often coded and disguised. We must not allow them to SELL themselves to us. The ambient colors often a shattering reminders of color. Colors meant to be exhibited! :)