The Battle of Birth

"It's been along time..
Shouldnta left you.
Without a DOPE BEAT to step to."

=*]

And so Im "back on the scene.
Crispy and clean,
you can try but then why-
Cause you can't intervene."

=P

I've been around town and back. Up and down, high (hiiiiigh) and low. =[

But I've learned so much. And I'm ready to share my journey. Not that it's done! OOOooooh NO. It's just started.

So I'll start off with a poem. Foreplay.

Next post will be photos of recent artwork. Or maybe I'll stick it on the bottom of the page. You never knoooow.

_*The Battle of Birth*_

Every night I've made it home
full of quotes and plans
and lessons learned
Moments mad explosive in my mind.

My fingers ache to make the best of my time.
Make pure the milk from these breasts of mine.
Make sure my art isn't stillborn.

The images of queens are still adorned.
My eyes gazing from the light at humanity not still torn.
Invisible cloaks of the soul aren't still worn.

Because with blindness,
one can not bring forth life.
All you'd see would be darkness.
And thats just wackness...

Destruction of a big bang,
a hymn sang
and an infinite land
is silent, deadly, and close.

The air is art is weapon.
The packed earth the beat in a poets voice.

High on hope. High, so dope.

But nope I'm no poet, I just wanna let you know
that my heart stops
and my stomach drops at thoughts of possibilities.

Viewing forks in our paths
Knives in our backs
Lies spooned in our mouths
Defiant devils and angels together in the shade.

Their dreams are bestselling bedtime stories.

We are backwards with wisdom
Perpetual and involuntary

Any day now, we'll wake up on the right side of the bed
with no complaint
no pause, Just Go.

Move and pray.

Let the children play.
Let the CHILDREN play.

And let us create new days.
Because seriously?
Fuck Newsday.
Out lights are too bright black brown white to bless the pages of epic fail.

News is, days are meant to be filled with ideas realized
plans materialized before our eyes.

Triumphant young seeds
Kicking and screaming
dark skylarks
eyes wide open

The battle of birth.



Alright. It's late. Pics of art will be in my next post.

Love & Light,
Lany