Stuck in the deep Deeply sad times Time is running so fast Faster than thoughts in the head Heading to hit the wall in full speed Speedy recovery is what we say Saying things will be alright All are shaken to the core Core is losing the hope Hoping for the best
Gates chained Chasing the lanes Raising the dams Damning the senses Facing the phases Crawling like ants Breathless no air Shouting for help Praying like insane Catastrophe we live
I wrote Smoking Sacred in January 2021…at that time I published it with Spoken Word…but I had to take it down within 30 minutes due to an issue (non-technical)…A couple of readers even commented on my Spoken Word…but I had to delete that part…I didn’t like doing so…coz remaining true to myself & to my readers is absolutely important…I had never done such thing before…and I don’t intend to do it again…ever…please accept my apologies…authenticity & honesty is what I flow…this is who I am…I won’t be changing that part of me for no one…take it or leave it…therefore, I’m publishing the Spoken Word now…please note, I’m not doing so for the sake of likes or positive or uplifting comment(s)…I’m doing it to make it right…the way it was supposed to be…right from the very beginning…thank you very much
It’s simply automatic & kinda symptomatic when I’m out to see the unsystematic flow of this inner darkness when I layer myself with the transparent sheet that looks quite fantastic coz it’s ornamented with the fragments of my provocative thoughts
This whole coat the unseenholes on my shaky course with the pragmatic approach to integrate the scorching arithmetic quotes by simply torching floors filled with scouting horrors with the glow of a rhythmic unknown to simply show the unmatched power of the so called smoking soul
But then this cinematic scene explodes & I freely fall on this ecstatic floor where I start transcribing my countless flaws with my crazy traumatic claws into the poetic form where I take an accelerated pause to finally get lost in the edges of my sleepless jaws to wait for another daunting but quite exotic dawn
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It’s simply automatic & kinda symptomatic when I’m out to see the unsystematic flow of this inner darkness when I layer myself with the transparent sheet that looks quite fantastic coz it’s ornamented with the fragments of my provocativethoughts
The glimpse of you Refreshed the memory The sense of you Close to me The presence of you Is pure intensity The voice of yours Is sitting in me Every word of yours Is roaring inside of me Takes me back Makes me sad It makes me cry I am loosing control Is the glimpse of me Being left alone Is the presence of me No hand to hold Are the words of mine Let them flow Free the soul Free the mind Wish to set you free Let me BE Set me free
Sidelining my eyes from the memories when you said I was lying And then you started questioning my integrity while you were crying But your narrow barrel of paranoia was shooting bullets at me, they were flying While I kept myself unshielded with honesty & was loving you, I was still trying
If I’m sitting today in silence & my eyes are wet by crying It doesn’t mean I’m feeling weak & simply hiding or R.I.P., like dying Coz the thoughts in my head are bleeding river while I’m freestyling And honestly, they seem to be quite shaken in color red & a bit violent
So I decide to reload my beast mode to free flow my sleek sword To meet you through your meatloaf & see through your lean throat And to reach you & your sweet soul and lift you with a steep slope To beat things to seek core & walk away in peace while I screamhope
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