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Lyrics to live by... Lines to read between. * = 16 x 16. ~ F R E E S t y l e / P O E T R Y { © F.R.E.E:Agency™ Take Heart; Give LOVE!

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* 268 of 365 #StreamOfConsciousness

"GRAND ELKS ANTLERS"

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-THEN-

Did I make it in?

Have eye made a friend?

Am I good to go.

Am I still too low?

Did eye miss the door?

Is the entrance closed?

-Can eye pop the lock?

…Are my openings blown?

Did I take too long?

Have eye behaved wrongly?

Is this the right direction?

Did I miss my exit?

Can eye trust the signs?

Am I getting the message?

Did I make ammends?

Have eye made a bridge?

Is it safe to say..

Do I contain what all it takes?

Am eye too far away?

Did I get passed the gate?

Is this life enough?

Can I break the chain?

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So Jones must have done Come Back Charleston Blue by choice. This soundtrack is not as pure jazz and blues as his 1960s film work. You don’t get the bite you would on, say, In Cold Blood. Music had to a much further degree been infiltrated by rock and funk. The Hathaway tracks are great, and Jones takes a more rounded and subtle approach to some of this music.

So you don’t get the same attack on each track as you may have in the 1960s, but when the great Q rears his horns and his swing on the material here, the magic comes, and you’re knee deep into what makes Q Q. Even a second of this makes any album, including this, worth getting–like they tell you in all the twelve step groups: sometimes you just have to let go and trust your (Q)higher power.

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#INITIATION [pt.1]

What woke you up.?The motherf****** sun.What else?what woke YOU up?Wasn't it the countless terrorist threats on my health?Nah I'm just joking; shit, I was born woke!Came to life alive. Came alive.With life. Awake.- niggaz fakin'- the opps.- the fuzz. the bacon.- All kinds of mistakes. You name it!The regrets. Shame. owning up to my nameReinvention.the gravity. GravityOf my reputation.REVELATION.woke me up.What woke ME up?!?What woke YOU up?Forced meTo admit.Helped meTo realise.Made it where I can't forget.Showed me the difference.What woke you up? Three Little Birds on my window sill.Singing sweet songs of peace and goodwill.A chirp on my cell.Reminding me of my Self.To look at the signs.What woke you up? Where was i, and what was I doing. The momentEverything changed forever?What woke you up?...The thought. The memory.The feeling.How did I get to this point? The inspiration.Exactly what did it?The incident. The instance.That imprinted your spirit. A mental ignition.A secret ritual.Deep conscientiousness.- Commotion. - Domestic disturbance.- An eviction notice. On my door. Excitement. Anxiety. Insomnia.Amnesia. Nostalgia.What woke me up?Who. And why. If I wanted to lie I'd deny it was my ancestors.Wouldn't let me rest, until I finished assignments. And quota was met.Holding my chair, as close to my desk as to that no slack could edge.- The cliff. - The valley. - The leap. The thrill. - The insanity. Reality. Reality!And the passion for answers. Faith. Faith in the face of adversity. Tragedy.Constantly. Having no where to turn. Pushed me.Refusing to ever give up.. is what took me. Passed enough. Far beyond the last hour. Until minutes blurred into one.Then limits faded into none. Vision. Vision! Must of been what it was. What it is still.What woke you up? Seeing. Opening my eyes. And really grasping.Reading...Dreaming.Freedom. Only freedom, could release me from dead-sleep.Peak my intrigue. Bring the incessant energy I so need. Really.The urge.- My exertion.- Restless excursion.- umm, The first prayer on a Thursday.Opened curtains.What woke you up?My agenda of appointments and work to finish.- Her kiss.- Them rowdy ass kids. The snapping of fingers. Snatched me back up out of it. In a flash.- The light! Blinking faster.What woke you up?Retaining transparency with my reflection. Yes. Integrity, more or less.Definitely. Eye contact in and from every direction. The look, of distressIn stranger's expressions. An understanding underdeveloped.Kept me most aware.What woke YOU up..? Huh.?What type of question is that?When was the first time you spoke up?What happened that has had your Hope crushed?I dont know. Yo, The dope. The drugs. The smoke, the smudge.The locs. The bloods. Vatos, the cholas. The thugs.Came interrupting. Bumping boomboxes.I had to move consciously. Pull a smooth audible.Produce providence. In the pool for our caucus poll.What woke you up?- My stomach. Had been turned.- Had to take a dump.- My bladder.All appetite had vanished.The voice at the back of my mind started to attack me.What woke you up? This nightmare. On camera. ReplayingIn my brain. The rain, hammering. Lightning, after thunder.The darkness. My heartbeatpounding.The wise words. To hit me later.Creative bug bit me.

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"Echoes"

The look

On her face

Right at the moment

Down to the second

Suspended in dismay

Flash Frozen

Under a filter

And fearsome

Left, at perhaps

That

She could have

Been right all along

But also correct.

From the side

Indistinguishably

Mortified in abdication

Less addicted to the effect

As possessed with

Gratification

A blatant disobedient.

The vaguest.

Painted in plainess

Portrayed as

Presentable

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What is solitude without solace?

Or solace, without sacrifice.

Gratification minus the gratitude.

Even water without an appetite.

Thirst without hunger.

Quantity missing the quality.

Power besides knowledge.

Or Knowledge without Wisdom

Quiet without peace.

Silence, with no secrets.

Like money, but no time.

A rhyme without reason.

What is serenity?

Compared to infinity.

Tranquility. Next to contentment?

Is a valuable man modest or humble?

A honorable woman honest or innocent?

What is it to know and not care?

To own but not share?

To be given without asking?

Or to realize and not remember.

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Konnesans

At jump & off the back - I'ma hold it down! "Thinking outside of the 'box'- I could go for rounds." Now, there's a conundrum inna parable. Like how my genius is disruptive and unbearable. An instructor of this narrative. Director of apparents - Conducting an experiment, this relative / science of 'give and take' I demonstrate through illustrations.. u feel in the lines displayed. While i climb the gates of your minds encasings - to find a way to brighten shades - a picture painted hides behind the frame. As it hangs, is its medium range of finer taste?! -  or would you consider GRAFFITI a kind of deface!? - Vandalism sprayed in a phrase, portrayed, across a vase.  Flowers showered with stains- as I redecorate! Contemporary to Abstract, Impressionism.  Extensive layering - exemplary by definition. With extra pigment, rendering real-life to still-life_ Gander a gallery. From splashing dabs, see - I spill sight! An exposition of texted dimensions, reveals types  Of ART- formed / through dark - and light warring - in left, and right sides of the brain!. Computerized as a center divider  -(Hard driving,) exchanges lanes. - Just the same As there's a title in every name. And game - in every recital to b retained. I remain:

- Vital to vision, via velocity- by recognition Times intuition, equaling properties!!  -Physiologically *

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Reglemen

"FAITH without works is dead" / Cases straight off the turf / coming for the misled / I do like homie said & Hol' My Head / hope these darts reach thru the dark like infared / a face wit no name - more work for the feds / paper money flip the process / congress in contest / so she nvr finna kno whus in my pocket! / thru the week - im still stronger- / really! everyday I aint died / prime time I lived longer / lines to revive the life of fallen soldiers / on the sidelines - off roaches and King Cobra / cuzz im so wrong / when im totally sober / gotta hop in da hoopty - and swoop the rollerz / punch in the pin / like foolie forgot his codes controlled him

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🃋

Yo! / And the feelin's so phenomenal / mop-and-glow atomic flow / block blows and box foes snotty nosed / whus poppin' tho? // unprobable but not impossible to stop a bro accomplishin' mo' / So.. As it goes, - I'm responsIble / Which goes to show- What not to know / As open options close/ Swervin' focused on a open road / Le's slow the coast / Down- like- How nice. I found 'light' @theTown Heights, while this pretty brown dyke- Let my 'silentsound' surround' her sight- on this foul night. /To the moon - Bound like a howling brood, a fool bout' to bite / in a mood bright as noon / As soon as 'who knew?' - the dew dried, and time was: high as risen cool- Such A splendid sooth / Why she sensed it too. / A different dude since the sentence proved distant to her sister'tune / Yet, listenin' we'D zoom, thru mystic interludes / Bangin' BOOMS, Clappin' Grooves, making due of an afternoon! A spaded princess and 'The JACK of' JEWELS

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#9 " Maa Kheru " * (Keys Go Harder beat _ by Ta-Ku)

A tisket a tasket

I slip into trance. And just like that Glances expand

The song of the sun. Its written on my soul

Portals to dimensions Swarm my dome. Stardust lives in my lungs.

Shut off the power I can write in the darkness.

& Once my sight adjust its like the Chronicles of Riddick. 

incidentally. The impossible is simple.

A ticket.

A tag. 

A stub. A stamp.

I freestyle in my sleep.

My signature ain't cheap.

Tear u off a reciept. When I Autograph a beat.

Rip you a new whole in ya' head

More off what you didn't need.

But didn't know u had til he showed up on the scene.

Tit for tat. Tatt it on yo tits in black.

I spat into the wind in Batches. Where these splashes whip back and hit 

Is in particular patterns. Distribute At Random_ hidden memories unlatched

Elixir of the spirit on tap. Pull up a stool

Run up a tab.

I'm removing my gloves

Adding in a pinch of magic. 

A twist of tumeric.

Riddle me this. Who can sit withstand. Get whipped. lashed

 Whiz Hit hats. & Discs Snap

 Bars open.

 Large wholes in your gap.

 Close traps. Exposing scams.

 Under the platter transactions.

A dish. A glass. Dip and dash.

A fish. a snag. Fist  full a clams

My limp got a different drag

Quick fast. I slip pass. An inch a minute

Distance dependent upon direction(s) driven

Extra limited. next to Previous. Preview unseen visions

The Unheard symphony. Words beyond DIction. Contra-Fiction

Thriller-Mystery. Trillogy. Still really. Who as Filthy as grease

Slick talking cans of oil.

The con-Artists sick, sorted plan unfoils.

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MEGALOMANIA [288/365]

A versea a day, cure to keep the hurt away. Smirk on my face certainly stapled. Dont ever wanna-be too sure Even if its able. The fury purely deforms into mishapened angles the claims of Anguish vanguished

to RE-CREATE on the casual. Only too natural Snapping me back to Reality. Behind my classic snapback strap: A craft space. Alien to animal. Nature immaterial. Hears material, metaphysical miracles audibly edible too hearty to snack fast. so pace, no waist to weigh // wait to waste. no bites- sized to taste. The gargantuan flavor.

Soon as i wake i escape. Splash my face with - language ancient, engraved into scratches - Straight to the deck from the matress.. like reaction And automatically flashes panoramic with candid captures Extract the love outta the buzz

while the rap fuzz try to zap, snatch and take the fun / out of it. Im geeked, at the heatiest beat, like the sweetest thing i ever known or knew Tone the tune, tweak the tip, theme the groove. & The grove is groomed As if im combing thru the thrones my dome ruins. Kingdoms of old, only untold through music notes remaining.. Stay blessing up.. in the case of messing up. As fakes forget fessing up Megalithic _ its like im destined, to decimate questions Decorate sections of forever with heavenly gestures I get a rise, outta of the rhyme, like a rine ripe to its prime never dies Diamond running out of its shine? Whats arrives - outta of my mind, is outta sight.. Til the silence ionizes Spiraling outta my spine - Alignment illustrates A line meant 4 iller straightening. Like a killers blade. Gleams in the shade. The tallest leaves get the rain. Shards of mirrors shave breaking. No breaks yet, No coffee grains . Smell the stains. A -breath- shameless

As i / yawn// at the / dawn a bond is spawned. A fusion with friction A truth solution, rooted as thick as New Jerusalem's vision. Cool as moon blizzard. Cruel as a crude winter . Stings stickier. Prickly pinch wrinkly prints rivet images penetrate to symmetry memorable. The centerfold been exposed. Explicit. Incidentally, insisting you get unrobed. First thing in the mo'ning.

In my Mode made to remake the Mold. Replaced Moles get Molten mulch.