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Time (Recurring)
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Time (Recurring)
***Prelude***
Started with the pen,
then begins to transcend
deep within these words are worlds
though it might end.
My friend,
the path to enlighten
everyday I struggle with world
I keep fighting.
I'm an enemy
a slave to the memory
locked in the spaceship
escape from the penury
I grab my notebook
to release the tension,
scribble down a notion
before the apprehension.
Riddled with the demons
that are locked in my conscience,
holding to a rope
no hope in my decensions.
Did I mention
as I travel deeper
I hear the sounds emanating
out from the speakers.
The words float off
the page
I don't care
my thoughts begin to bend
like my lens concave
lost in a dream
with the paths that I should've paved
should I go?
should I wait ?
floating on the tidal wave.
I'm on the move
I never ever hesitate,
I'm staring at the moon
as my eyes begin to dilate,
is it the image of man
in the lake?
I meditate
to penetrate
deep within the mental state.
I'm at the light post
staring at the Van Goh
through the window
light coming from an angle
I'm on the scene
with my sneaks and my 'kangol'
cause I heard
life is just candle
***Interlude***
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more" Macbeth: Act 5, scenes 1-11
Cause I heard
life is just candle
light flickering
wax on the mantle
I slow my roll
but my pace is still amble
if time is a game
then I'm ready to gamble
***Interlude***
Did you hear my word play superbly
kind of like the sun ray
rising on a new day
now I'm hi-def-
chilling on the flight deck
spinning like a blue ray
with lines
like Lupe
(tick tock)
I'll blow any second
time is your best friend
time is the weapon
time is the money
money is a lepton
time is irrelevant
time is discrepant
I hear the gloc click
I hear the clock tick
10 more seconds
till the smoke fills my optic
I'm on a bench with my hands in my pockets
looking at the clouds even though
I can't stop it
Time!
Time is divine
aligns with the soul
disconnects from the mind
Time
the ebbing of the ocean
the webwork of lives
travelling like the photons
Riddle riddle the bow or the fiddle?
the mind or the soul
which one is more brittle?
Used to trust my heart
back in school
I was little
mind on the grind
with the pen as I piddle
when I
(Caribbean idiom/English Elucidation)
wake up in the morning
my mother work late so
I'm at my school yawning
Most men are moving bricks
just to be cool kid
meanwhile with my nap sack
mind like a rubric
mama told me not to follow them
those boys are foolish
stick to your note books
not on the tool kit
But mama
I know I act a fool
I know I come home late
in the afternoon
I want the life and the whip
with the bumping tunes
I want to get high so high
I reach the moon (mmm)
now I'm thinking back
to the time I wasted
could have been a man
but I'm locked in a spaceship
Time!
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2. |
A Midnight Love Affair
05:21
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3. |
The Cave
03:05
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4. |
Intifada
03:49
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5. |
Epigram
02:29
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6. |
Kama Sutra
05:07
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7. |
Elysium Fields
04:07
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8. |
Fruits of Solidarity
03:27
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9. |
Prisoner of Passion
03:27
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10. |
Lost & Found
03:54
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Ejaz the Poet Edmonton, Alberta
Ejaz the Poet is a political artist.Along with his musical accolades, he has presented speeches for the Northern Alberta Alliance on Race Relations to aid in the Elimination of Racial Discrimination and is also featured in the book "The Alchemist of Kush" by Edmonton Writer Minister Faust extolling his efforts in Youth Culture ... more
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