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Great Beyond

I don’t mind being in the dark  If I cannot hear you As long as I can still Smell you

And I know  Someone once tried to make us all Scared of the dark But at some point That fear was overcome

Right now In my book I want to live all of my breaths With you

How do say that in words That don’t sound like poetry?  How can I make my heart palpable Thru paper in such profound ways?

I used to be better with words Written from tears Than those winded by lung

I think the student Became the teacher In that scenario

One took over the other Just for the fun  

“Great Beyond” by: C Y R U S P A V E L

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Gone For The Fall 🍂

I miss the light  You brought into my life.  A white light Inside the dark Milling Room. 

Cold, brisk air in our faces.  Bouncing around thru so many places.  Dope spaces filled with masterpieces  No one erases. 

Fashion Week feels so weak, But that blue hue looks so sleek,  Maybe we should just stay inside all week.  No one knows (Brent Faiyaz)  Don’t speak (No Doubt).  Fade to black. 

Swerving around Harlem, Dipping from the flyway to the highway.  Just the pulse from the track — beating.  Heartbeats in sync — fleeting. 

”Gone For The Fall” by: C Y R U S P A V E L

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Taupe Grains

There’s no bipolarity in feeling crazy on the inside, sometimes.  It’s a crazy world we’re living in. We all crash landed here with zero memory of what was before. 

And just because someone gave something a name Doesn’t mean that it means anything.

I think it’s okay to feel crazy sometimes.  I think it’s ok to feel lost.  Who else knows why we’re here When everyone else is also lost? 

I think that if we learn to manage and calm down every anxiety we have, we find peace within us. Or at least, enough peace to get through the days with better ones than before.

The key is going to be in managing your own anxieties because no one else can tell you much about them, anyway. 

Figure out where your anxieties come from,  And stop worrying about where it is that we are actually headed. 

“Taupe Grains.” by: C Y R U S P A V E L

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Survive these nuts.

R. Kelly had the chance to leave some great art behind on this planet.  And even if we wipe it off of every music service and ban it, forever,  It will make it thru the ages, For a hundred or two, years. 

But in today’s era — the current one, we are on a very different planet.  He is a threat and a dangerous villain to let loose.  He does not belong in our world, now.  The reason he victimizes people is irrelevant.  Only the fact that he will continue to victimize people If let out of prison. 

He had an incredible voice and run in his era. But he will never assimilate into this current one.  He is a damaged soul who cannot be fixed by prison,  But death should not be an option for anyone.  Human beings should have time to regret.  There’s a lot of pain in there too.  A lot of mental fuckery that can drive the feeble-minded insane. 

Fuck R. Kelly.  He should rot in jail. 

“Survive these nuts.” by: C Y R U S P A V E L

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Clones, Beta

As the psyche progresses,  It learns to wait things out.  The mind learns that it must become emotionless In order to stomach logic. 

In all essences,  It’s what some parents have tried to instill Into the DNA of their own children, For their entire lives. 

Not many human beings — pro, gress, at all.  Ever. 

Next time you feel an explosive or  Aggressive or Intense reaction...  Don’t react. 

“Mind like water,” he said.  “The stones skip through the water Causing ripples and then the water goes back,  As if nothing happened because it never reacted, to begin with.”

Nothing is going to stop me From creating.  I don’t create for money.  Never have.  Never will. 

“Clones, Beta” by: C Y R U S P A V E L

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Dark Lights

I find myself being more careful about the information I share, nowadays,  So I find that I land on the low end of the spectrum when it comes to speech. 

I get winded when I speak too much,  And I never gain any knowledge After doing so. 

I don’t share the books I read.  I rarely share great articles, anymore. 

And I’m in a space,  Where love is at my grasp.  It’s never not been.  But I hate to quit. 

I think it’s just ego. 

Happiness, the way you imagine it Can be possible.  It just may not be possible with someone you really wanted it to be.  And that’s ok. 

Happiness takes understanding what you won’t put up with or deal with in your day to day, and that peace. 

I’ve violated that, myself.  So I understand why it must be. 

And when someone tells you that they never gave a fuck about you,  Believe them.  Especially if that’s what your gut always told you.  What dead eyes didn’t say. 

It’s simple to go dark.  Difficult to stay vibrant,  But the reward for rigidness is just right. 

My eyes are always passed where you’re standing. Always a little bit above your head. I gaze in those directions because of a God Complex birthed by the hatred of racism, which taught me that my people come from resilient & relentlessly revolutionary bloodlines. 

Rainbows occur more often these days.  Maybe it’s because the air out there is purer.  Maybe we can think better because of it; Clearer, sharper of mind. 

Somehow it feels like 1990 again.  It’s weird. 

“Dark Lights.” by: C Y R U S P A V E L

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Lies Are

That I never think of you.  That I don’t miss you, either. 

That I stopped wanting you; That you were never my type. 

That I don’t remember every word you wrote to me.  That I disregarded those poems somewhere inside the sea. 

That I never loved you Because you always felt I did.  That we were being fools,  Acting solely like kids. 

That I’d forget you.  That I regret you.  That you were a side,  While holding it down better than the ride. 

That she loved me. That we could be. That my heart was cold.  That my soul is getting old. 

Everyone knows I don’t love that way,  So I hope that the lies were always obvious. 

Maybe not.  We’ll all survive. 

“Lies Are” by: C Y R U S P A V E L

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This is a tale...

Valerie loved Ed.  Ed loved Valerie, But neither dared to tell the other.

When Ed passed away,  Valerie cried from regret of never letting him know just how much he meant to her. 

Sometimes we think we have more time.  I know that this is never promised,  So I kiss you as much as possible, And inhale your scent every chance that I get. 

Most of the time you notice,  But enough times,  You don’t. 

In those moments,  I get to smell your fears.  I’m allowed to sniff your insecurities. 

And they smell so sweet.  An inviting odor filled with the warmth of honey-scented rays of sunshine. 

Ed woke up from his dream. Ed told Valerie how he felt about her.  Valerie suggested he: stop dreaming. 

“This is a tale...” by: C Y R U S P A V E L