Monday, January 20, 2014

Personal Treason

Personal Treason

No,
there is not a smile upon her face,
and she looks much older than her age.
As she faces her world,
she says, life is so cold!
You see,
she is stuck in the past as life passes her by.
The men that came her way,
and left her along the way,
the one that really loved her and still care about her today.
 But, he is in a different season,
and she is stuck along the way,
trying to find someone to make her happy,
and that’s her prison still today.

Now, true happiness lies within,
 and no one can bring it there.
So, she’s stuck in the midst of winter when it summer all around her,
because, she is looking to find another to put a smile upon her face.
But, all she finds is pain so,
there’s not a smile upon her face,
and she looks much older than her age,
as she faces her world she says life, is so… cold.

But, the sun shines within her,
although it’s clouded by the pain,
and she fills her eyes with rain.
As she moves on to find a lover to bring the heat,
to warm this winter;
 until he moves on to find another,
because she found out he can’t change the weather.
You see, he can’t bring the summer.
Only she could look inside and see the sunshine;
only she,
could find the reason to reveal the smile and stop this crime.
Only she,
can change the season,
and stop this personal treason.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead

Let me school you sun,
Her name is Reese,
she’s nice,
but her heart,
it’s cold as ice.
Her beauty is unmatched,
she’s oh-so-fine,
can you say brick house,
 that’s what she defines.
Her soft smooth chocolate skin,
with curves that won’t quit;
her soft sexy voice;
her wit,
you can’t match.
She’s smart,
street-smart,
be careful now,
she’s a fox,
in more ways than one.
Like I said,
her heart’s ice cold,
 but she’ll say I love you.
She’ll sex you tonight,
then make love to your wallet,
while you sleep through the night.
 At sunrise, she’ll be gone;
she’ll take you to the bank sun.
 No deposit, she won’t return,
of this you can be sure!

She was not always this way,
her love, once matched her beauty.
But, she is forged by life’s fire,
tempered like steel.
You see, she once loved her baby’s daddy,
but,
he beat her up badly.
Then mike came along,
he pretended to care,
he dressed her up all nicely,
then he introduce her to his corner;
she didn’t know he was a pimp!

The social-worker is trying to take her child,
because she remains un-employed!
But, she is tied of cleaning up other peoples vomit;
and on her knees,
scrubbing floors and toilets.
I guess no one ever told her,
she could go back to school. 
You see life took her life, a long time ago,
she just forgot to lay down.
So, be careful on the streets,
because it will take your life,
and leave you,
amongst the walking dead.
For real…you feel me?

Friday, January 17, 2014

Mental Beauty




























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This Game

This Game 

Stop being a spectator all through life;
you have got to be in it to win it,
this game called life!
Ride it with all your might,
and if you get thrown off as sometimes you might,
get back on; grab those reins,
and hold on tight.
Don’t let life get you down!
Have no fear for what might come,
for life will manifest that which you fear.
You see,
they took you energies and set them in motion,
and then control you,
 by controlling your emotions.

But,
this ain’t toys-are-us so,
you can’t push my buttons.
Learn to control your square,
before you end up in a snare,
and fall into despair.
Life might sometimes seem unfair,
but that’s because you fail to properly prepare.
May be,
just maybe,
 you are unaware,
 that this game called life is one of solitaire;
only you to decide what your future bears.

Radical9Mind is here to share this small life lesson,
I hope you heard.
Only you hold the key to what your future might be;
only you pay the fare,
that is,
if you prepare.
For that which you prepare is that which in time do appear.
Stop being a spectator all through life!
 You have to be in it to win it,
this game called life.


Thursday, January 16, 2014

The Watcher

The Watcher

Be careful what you say;
be careful what you do;
you are the watcher and the watcher is watching you.
I said,
be careful what you say;
be careful what you do;
you are the watcher and the watcher is watching you.
Be true to your higher self,
and you soul will take you higher,
then you will realize you are the one and in tune with the one.
One is all,
and all is in the one.

So, who would be your judge,
because, you are the watcher and the watcher is watching you.
I am not here to judge but to have a human experience,
God in the flesh of man.
Yet, I bear record because,
I am the watcher and the watcher is watching me.

We are a spiritual being,
existing as spiritual beings,
but there are physical beings who try to keep us trapped in person, place and thing.
We are the alchemist of old;
we created our own worlds.
Beware of those imprison to the physical world.
We must leave the lower dimensions;
it’s time to ride the higher vibrations.
So, be careful what you say;
be careful what you do.
We are the watchers and the watchers are watching us!


Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Cause and Effect

Cause and Effect

Hold your head up, your time’s not up.
They tried to fade u out, but u still got favor
with the God inside, brother, he kept you alive.

I know right now it seems like lemons are all u’ve got.
But, that old cliché, go ahead and squeeze those lemons.
As u taste the nectar n feel the juice running down your throat.
Note, that you are still alive!

So, once again I set my sails upon the seas of life.
Collecting protons, neutrons, n electrons
manifesting atoms, growing new life.
Adam my sun to shine in my day, he brightens my life.

Together we sail upon the seas of life.
A part of that energy as atoms both Adams in condense form.
As atoms in condense energy form materialize n collides into
each other, almost dematerializing us.

Hearing breaking n crackling noises; inflicting pain, my arm.
Still my sun shining bright as ever in my day! So, I cry, I cry not
from the pain but, joy for my sun because as long as he
shines, my- life- will- go- on.

Thus, as I lay here, my arm in a sling; I thank my ancestors
for yet another day. And, All in All, my ancestors for looking
after me, my sun. The beginning of life, and a new day!