Free Association

My mind is here, my heart is at else location.

Poneglyph I’m on my way to laugh tale, on the edge of the cliff.

It’s one hell of a fall from Skypia.

You niggas can’t read me, I’m a hieroglyph.

To understand me, my nigga you just might have to be high for this.

Ouch my wrist, that’s that impeccable work rate.

At work, reading my spoken word to my colleagues like ‘this the real world, Sway.’

Since I started down my philosophical journey, I been feeling old.

Am I moulding fate or am I at her mercy?

I’m so close to kissing my sugar, my nigga that’s Hershey’s.

My nigga that’s a zoot, I blow white smoke like I’m playing an Ameterasu flute.

Cigarettes on cigarettes, I’ve got burn holes in my bed, I’ve missed so much of life resting my head.

Missed so much of life hiding.

I’m still not fully out yet my nigga,

WHY DO YOU THINK I’M STILL WRITING??

23 - 02/11/21

I make jokes outta glass dicks, like I’m throwing stones from my glass house.

It’s easy to pass now, I’ve failed the test about a hunnid times.

I’ve tried to make this flow with a hunnid rhymes.

& ain’t none of em Busta.

Ain’t none of em come calling like the Marines admiral ordered.

I floundered, faltered and fucked around, heads in the ground.

I’m swimming through muddy water.

Tilapia, something about the line fishy like how did that Magikarp fall from Skypiea?

You do no DMG.

I CRIT hit that nigga like I was his elemental opposition.

In my element I juxtaposition and let these words hustle and jostle for pole position.

Still falling short my nigga Isiah Thomas.

About to make it against all odds like IT ain’t finna stop us.

778 - 05/11/21

Can I even still free hand?

Free association, my mind is here my heart is at else location.

I can still ride my bike hands free.

No cuff on wrists, cuffs on me, ducked and caught a couple fists.

Now my nose bleeding.

Pride says just go down eyes closed fists just swinging.

Bipolar like the axis switched.

Born in a first world country, this altercation is some third rate shit.

I should fly out.

Daijobu, all I need is time, space and the sky.

33 - 18/11/21

Catch waves, I’m surfing toward the ocean, my nigga this river really flows.

The scars of the wipeouts, on my personality, them really show.

I’m tryna catch LYT, those stills only capture a segment of the motion.

The motive banged, my M-O was having a good time with me, myself and I.

My modus operandi had me backing Brandy.

On some grim adventures, I miss the simplicity of Billy and Mandy.

I smoke, I take my sanity within my own hands with each toke.

I’m broke, money in the bank but the food for thought left me even more malnourished.

I flourish with alcohol in me.

I pull up to someone pretty and really let em know it.

I got a doobie with me, let's kick back and Scooby Doo it.

Time and space behind those eyes, universes collide, I love the ride.

I hate the chase, fuck that my nigga, I’m Dom - RACE ME.

Black to a fault, you could never erase me.

37 - 18/11/21

I need to find an open mic.

Mike Will Made It, my mic play will bring all my dreams to light.

I spent countless days dreaming of night.

The silhouettes and colourless shapes, I was saved by my colourful mates.

My niggas are my foundation, I placed my shit on solid rock, I pity those treading on sand.

I grew up on the beach, Caribbean lad I used to climb fucking trees.

I now remove stems while I break down trees.

I do it for the by-product of chlorophyll, THC.

Thanks to THX, those early films surrounded by Dolby sound.

Dobbies down and out, I’ll double down on my fate and give it my all.

JK can relate, a rolling stone gathers no moss.

I’m headed to greatness so I’ll be Rowling like a boss.

2747 - 28/11/21

All I do is write soliloquies.

Voices in my head have me double taking like silly me.

The stage is set, the Nomad voyaged through perilous paths paved by persistence.

I lack patience but understand the process.

I practise due diligence, I’ll soon have a baby due.

Baby you don't know how much I fancy you.

Once upon a time narcissist, then I met someone fantastic and now I’m a fan.

Took my breath away and left me feeling spiritless.

I can't touch hard spirits, that was my fathers vice.

Conducting interviews with these people like,

‘Tell me what you think about life?’

Moments of FANTASTIC PASSION, are these the motions?

The side effects of conquering depression?

I kidd, you never really win but the perspectives’ changed so that's a dub within.

I open my arms wide and assume the starting position, expressing elation.

I dance like a ballerina as the world around me burns.

451 - 28/11/21

I’ve put my insides all over the floor, my stomachs churning.

I should have known that liquor is not my motive, that's daddy's vice.

Shoulda taken his advice and pace myself.

Lucian born, I cant handle brown, I cant handle white, I cant handle rum.

I put my hands on em tho, like how else am I supposed to get waved for the motive bro? Hands are shaking, got mini tremors.

I just remembered some shit I said last night, loose lips had me conversing with loose women, there's none better than me when I’m widdit.

I got words for days, your outfits cute, whatchu do?

That's mad, I can't lie it's all a fad, like I’m tryna devour you Sun, I’m a black hole.

Shining so brightly, like I see you radiating hun.

3957 - 17/12/21

Practise practice practice, I’ve put in about 9 hours still 991 away from mastery.

Seen glimpses of disaster and artistry.

The worlds stopped rotating yet these people still walk past me.

Should I dictate the flow?

Should I let my inner workings show?

So far from a perfect human being, I seek transcendence, I indulge too much in sins.

I mispronounced, I’m engulfed with pleasure and the thought of laying it off till tomorrow.

I’m not promised tomorrow so why was today not filled with 16 more hours more of practice?

I had time to make money, flirt with hunnies and I made a couple people smile.

Back here with the same air like this atmosphere is a bubble round my head.

I look in the mirror and see refraction, I enjoy my bobble head.

I’m glad, well…

03750 - 19/12/21

Back at it, Nas with that illmatic, I’m an addict for this new found passion.

Newfouldand I just conquered, who knew?

Baby I discovered blues like these bruises were just clues, baby I’m a puppy, I need you.

Soft heart, I blame my upbringing.

Corrupt mind like I dance, dabble, douggie and jerk with what's deemed as morality.

The nature of existence, existential crisis, is Christ rolling with me, should I light this?

002748 - 31/12/21

Fantastic passion, the beauty of existence lies within the seasons.

2 years I've been wanting a PS5, two years I’ve been dodging COVID.

Got them in unison.

Body aches and I’m in no mood to play, I’ve also got uni soon.

The second love of my life brought me some food, the first love of my life is why I entered this mood.

Sick role got me acting like Morgan Freeman, giving life to the aches as I narrated them.

Paracetamol, soup and grapes baby I hope to make it outta this with no side effects.

Shout out to the light, my souls made it out the trial of night, I just now need some of them stars.

The world could end in 2012 like them Aztecs said, Zenica might be my saviour.

I have no choice but light, it might be my saviour.

I really put it in my mouth and fiddle with it, I’m really tryna savour the moment.

06063 - 08/01/22

Eternal slumber, I want to sleep forever.

Woke up groggy, in no mood for life, and who had the audacity to sign me up?

Blue skies black nights and tie-dye horizons, I’ll take no concept of colour if it means that my heaven is painted in shades of fluffy white pillows.

A mattress that makes me feel lighter than air as my halo forms a headlight.

Thoughts are weightless, no trials and tribulations anymore, my head's in the clouds.

I’m so close to culminating, I love it when the skies littered with cumulus nimbus.

My head is always in the stratosphere, in this mood I often want out of here.

048490 - 06/02/22

Poor, pauper, poppy pusher.

Society has many names for me and myself for I.

Drug user and drug distributor, I hope to cause an OD.

I often get high off life then come crashing back down to reality.

Maybe I can only escape in death.

The Lord hath blessed me with talent.

The gravest sin would be to go to the grave without giving him praise.

Without paying him homage, how could I not shout out the homies?

Where your mom at lil nigga?

I’m tryna look after her too, that's how much I appreciate you.

Rich bastards we call Richard act like the 21st century bourgeoisie.

Bonjour Z, I hope you’re doing good too kidd, you a baby goat.

Take that from me I’m born capricorn.

39505 - 26/02/22

At the odds of fate I journey on with faith.

I hope the ink etches a fair reflection of my heart.

These jumbled up words and thoughts are but a fair reflection of my mind.

I hope you accept me and my art.

I’ll get my sleeve in white ink, I’ll sin as I use this dark canvas to make my worth known.

I know my worth both physically and spiritually, in the realm of 3D, they call me a nigga.

Metaphysically, denote me as E=mc2.

I have been around the block a couple times, I know the routine, we meet at the square. 474827 - 27/02/22

Cat tricks, I’ve 9 lives but they've been halved and I've been had, made to look silly like rabbit.

Trix are for kids, I been treated, I been tricked, I won't let them make it a hat-trick.

Already on my third passage, I’ll tip my hat to anyone who can match this.

I used to use matches, play with fire like a young Wenger, the mental arsenal is massive.

I think in conclusion, the solution to the problem lies within your perception.

You never took your mind out of the box, pussy purring, you do everything and anything for a reoccurrence.

Let me reiterate, I know the desire, I been through the motions.

I done walked, ran, cycled, drove, boated, flown and my nigga I’m on the earth while it orbits.

84949 - 12/03/22

Used to be lame as shit, probably still lame now.

In my head I’m sick like Ward (ورد), son of a Lion.

Like word I’ll get you some flowers.

Cruising by I’m both forward and besides myself,

LIKE YOU BE SAYING FUTURISTIC SHIT, YOU BE ACTING LIKE THERE'S TWO OF YOU, doing up split.

Jumping double dutch, I double clutch that lay up, I double take then double dip like I like it dripping.

I love it wet, my soul is the ocean, I swallow up rivers.

Evolving soon, I’ll Taillow up niggas like I KNOW THE HIDDEN MOVE FLY.

HM slave we’ll find our love in the sky.

We’ll find beauty in this kingdoms, I LOVE PRETTY BORN SINNERS.

039503 - 15/03/22

Another weekend worked, trading my life energy to live on this earth, sentience is overrated.

Constructing sentences is what comes as second nature, the first is to make sure that you’re okay, that is my nurture.

‘How is your soul? Have you had food today? You’re beautiful inside and out and no amount of digging you out will prove it.’

Obsessed with beauty, it’s subjective polarities. I know the ugly, drab and disgusting.

I know what lies before every mirror is an inanimate object.

940400 - 21/03/22

Sat in the corner hoping to not draw attention.

If I were to draw, the tension would illustrate exhaustion.

I’m blowing smoke out of exhaust, the by-product of a combustible existence.

Come let me buss within you, come let me cuss out the flaws you see within you.

You can take my word for it, I speak solely from experience.

In debt, I need to get more Experian.

I know flaws, stumbled to the ground a couple times along this journey.

I know about getting back up and dusting yourself off.

I know about piggy in the middle, been jumping, clasping at stars and straws.

The Constitution of the stars and stripes dictates that I’m 3/5ths free.

So dabbling with free will isn’t for me, I see why niggas and stats are synonymous.

I SEE WHY SLAVES AREN’T AUTONOMOUS.

Constantly calling myself an evil genius.

Insanity and actualisation are antonyms.

So many soliloquies, is this Kino der Toten or Old Trafford?

99911 - 26/03/22

Morning glory, at first light I grew hard on me, no slowing down.

I’m going hard on me with this morning wood like being up this early means productivity.

Being up this early just means I’m mourning longer, countdown till bedtime.

Playing countdown, my mind saw it in letters, you were fiddling with numbers.

I'm not good at algebraic equations, how you gon take away my one and tell me to find x.

As if I’d be interested in love after that.

Orange, violet and burgundy, you can't taint my horizon.

I won't let you use your jitsu, call me Hiruzen.

The scars of my existence lay across my body, Sarutobi, not even the reaper sealing jutsu could rest my psyche.

79996 - 26/03/22

3 day going, am I about to get the hat-trick?

Tipped my hat then flicked it onto my forearm, bouncing it back into my palm.

That's a cap trick.

Cat this, I did good but I got bad karma and negative energy.

Is my honour that low? In my dreams I’m seeing wolves.

Bending rules, Ruben Neves, i8 to be the ones who never left.

Loyal to a fault, chewing tobacco on international duty, I hope Becca don't get me into too much trouble.

I’d hate to be the one who never learned.

494950 - 27/03/22

Frivolously spending, didn’t I previously mentioned:

something about days and numbers, stars and plants, heads in clouds and heads in gutters.

I flip a coin, then pop an ollie onto the guard rails, I’m riding the edge.

WWE, this the Big Show, I’m on Edge, there won't be any need for an Undertaker.

Raise the stereo, about to 619 these verbs.

I’m about to Rae Masterio these words like I be Mexicana.

I be in Tijuana, shout out Tatijana and Alex.

I digress, in the motion of digestion like if I dig in, this’ll be the last bastion.

I be Triple H’in like I love hoes, I love home, I love hope.

I be saying the same thing three times, read between the lines

MY LOVE IS WHERE THE HEART IS.

I PLACE IT IN EMPTY WOMEN,

I BEEN HOMELESS FOR A MINUTE.

4959 - 05/04/22

Plague in your life, I’m locusts in your mouth.

My locus of control is internal, pistons firing this combustion engine and I’m a combo king.

Two piece with fries and a shake, shaking the hands of a Sheik.

My hands covered in oil, his covered in money.

I got ketchup in my goatee and his beard is trimmed nice and properly.

I’d prolly look good too if my appearance mattered to man.

The math of many.

Trivial things, false kings and I’m trying to be Solomon.

Solve em all, problem king I done dissolved all your futile efforts.

Solving all of it, I pattern it like that a poke-a-dot and then there are stripes.

That dress is gold and white but if you want you can have it in black and blue.

93940 - 11/04/22

Writing passages, these are but a snippet of thine being.

Vine swinging, I was jungle raised but there be no monkeys or tigers, just young niggas lion.

Just young niggas laying, waiting for life to take em and they’re impatient.

In a rat race, I’m Percy Jackson. I fuck with lightning, ‘You too can look like me’ You too could view like me.

I’m on top of the world still not McQueen, young prince, I’ll be writing till I’m faded.

Shout out Ms McQueen and Ms Storey too. Living on the 4th story, you’ll be in my story like here are two people who saw me dude.

2 teach is to

2 touch lives

4 ever.

I measure success from what she takes, what do you see, why do you give?

Young Nomad, your love is flawed and your sense of love moored to the notion of you doing all huh?

Giving time to pieces, I compartmentalise my desires.

That there be financial, that move be spiritual and ohh, with her you could have a happily ever after huh?

894948 - 16/04/22

I smoke because I have high expectations of life, it lets me down at times.

I could put my time into physical exercise, summers round the corner.

Summers at it with the creatine and protein making gains.

I see hypocrisy in society like that aint it, fugazi reality.

Is this Inception?

Or have I been intercepted except in this Matrix, Morpheus is played by Kante.

Ahh shit, I’m not getting past, I can't give a pass.

Back to eating cornbeef out the can, bro bro I be breaking fast.

Having chit chats with kit kats, I should kick back and have a twix.

The beauty lies in duality, I eat in pears.

I be having apples and oranges, I kiss both my woman’s lips.

That last one made me chuckle, I be a genius.

Look at my routine, I be doing the same thing thinking the results changed.

My perspectives maimed, I seem insane.

I’m in Bavaria running down the wing, I once played for City and tore my ACL.

84849 - 17/04/22

I can't read or write, and I’m legally blind.

I’ve stopped buying into the propaganda, I’m pro panda.

I be sleeping and eating green.

Catch me with bamboo shoots in my mouth, I often say things which are south.

If I truly spoke my mind, you’d think I’m foul.

Yet still I be refereeing my own perspective.

These words are my own, thoughts and feelings, take it with a pinch of salt.

To you it may seem like peppered beef, 'lowe it man.'

I’m into saving calves, the thought of veal is foul.

Born to be nourishment, born to be a cog.

So what good are your thoughts?

Why not run on stimuli? Is that why we sin, to feel alive?

Is that why I drink? Cause my tongue gets loose and I lose all inhibitions?

With you I can put it into perspective, I hope I don't ask too many questions.

I be picking the prettiest flowers.

Should I place it in a vase?

Should I add it to the flower bed or do I use its petals and play ‘she likes me not?'

I like her a lot, get out my mind, you’re pissing me off.

251638 - 18/04/22

Trying on new fits, which suit will I wear to this function?

I hope I look like a bundle of diamonds.

Playing suits, you know I’m accompanied by a Queen.

A crown adorns her head, a cap fits my crown.

With my cranium I’ve headbutt cars, I could show you the scars on my forehead.

I’m Zizou, back home they used to call me Beng.

They used to call me Tet Bwhet, that be box head in patois.

Pat me on the back, I’m playing tortoise.

I’m hare right now, I’ll be there in a matter of decades so let me take in the scenery.

Yesterday was gloomy, today the sun shines brightly.

I’m living with climate change the switches up at the snap of fingers.

The night belongs to me, the mystery that lies in the lightless intrigues me.

Playing league, I LoL on missed opportunities.

If it's meant to be, it’ll be.

Obviously with a little fate bending, the Lord doesn’t help the helpless, help yourself.

663920 - 24/04/22

Moments like this dream chasing seem so tangible.

I’m balancing on it like it be a tightrope.

To cross would mean to achieve, I’ve been failing my entire life.

To fall off would be a blessing, I’ve been treading for a minute.

My wheels are blading, I take imaginary jumpers.

I be fucking with Spalding, I spat truths like I be speaking that dutch courage.

I was really fucking with Carling while you was looking for me.

Rip it off, ‘tell me you love me’ them pannies still in the bushes.

My mind is crowded, my heart is in the trenches.

There be torrential rains, I remember getting my music through limewire, may torrents reign.

Shout out to April, May the seasons change.

949494 - 29/04/22

Tempus Fugit.

In so many ways I was tempted to put the fuse to it and set it alight.

Set it alive.

My fingers on my temple, I traverse this mental canyon.

I use letters as my crayons mapping my journey along the way.

Today I was temperamental and was reminded of the demon in me.

I should refer to the 10 commandments, why lament?

Temperature changes and the gages of my heart are fugazi.

Staring into the mirror, fool gazing.

If tempus fugit then why do my scars still ache?

I’ve given up soft drinks, I should grab a red bull.

I’ve now got wings, let me fly away with my sorrows to a plane where time stands still.

Where you still exist.

Tempus Fugit - 04/06/22

Damn, he or she is ugly. He or she could mug me, damn.

Conversations with mirrors about beauty.

It was like having a conversation with someone who knew me.

Face value, most of the iceberg is submerged, how am I supposed to place value?

Those some nice kicks, one liner wedged in like it was an ice pick.

I picked you because I thought you was cute.

I fucked you like that cause I thought it was the right thing to do?

My love is flawed, I discriminate in favour of you.

That smacks it, and what smacks it farther is that I’m selfish.

I once knew unconditional, had it, lost it.

6 - 15/08/22

Back at it, I’m having flashbacks of my former self while I struggle to complete this set.

To gain it I need it in 8s 10s & 12s, I’ve got one rep.

I’ve got 1 less insecurity & 1 more strength.

Stretching & breaking, how my grey matter & muscle fibres take to stress is different.

It varies, I ride the currents.

It’s a mystery how my deflated sense of self stays a float.

My head is in the clouds, I should rent a loft.

9939 - 18/11/22

Poverty is a state of mind, I be rich as fuck.

Spending all I have on thought, I’m broke as fuck.

Endeavouring to put it back together, to get her was one less insecurity.

She made me whole, filling her up, our child will be holy.

She and I became one, nuclear family.

The familiarities of being.

A being in love, being in trust and I be in and out of her.

0955 - 21/11/22

What is the purpose of it all? I toil & rep in vain, they’re almost seen through my translucent skin.

Building up physique, I wish my psyche could take note.

Noting down what my sidekick thinks, I’m in his feelings.

He is Batman, I stay robbing the best bits of our days together.

We should enter a daze and escape together, they’re numbered one two the grave.

789087 - 23/11/22

Rekindling, in time I hope to reignite.

It’s wasting away, caught me Justin time.

A beaver on the lake, timbers cloud my mind.

Timbers aim to the sky, yelling ‘TIMBER’ inside when I come crashing down.

I’m at Ajax playing right centre back.

I aim at centre mass when I axe.I ask, how long till I’m available on kindles to?

My father's kidneys are through, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

The apple of my eye, I have now taken a bite of forbidden fruit.

I was almost done chopping through when my axe head fell into the Jordan.

Oh Elisha, I asked the lord won’t you help this helpless sinner?

494994 - 28/11/22

I’m so lethargic, it makes me sick.

I’m 26 and the days are counting.

Will I make it to the 27 club?

I’m wine drunk and a ways away from Amy.

Staring over the waters praying for a bridge over trouble.

If the Lord gave me the skill, I would show you the torment of my soul like Basquiat.

Stringing her like Cobain, her taste is on my tongue.

My droll is on the sheets, in a second my silhouette will be over the walls.

My brain is scattered over the cosmos, I see purple haze in the distance.

Jimi passed me the blunt, I passed Hendrix the Hennessy.

Sit now, listen hear and see.

Mind over matter.

I’m traversing the sulcus and at the summit of the gyrus I see grey all around.

Oh to win the lotto, so many of my brothers are in St. Lucia.

So many of my pillar are within driving distance.

In another world, isekai at 11.

Nature takes course, I mention your names to keep you living.I haven’t been back since, onto 27.

3874747 - 11/01/23

Sat in the darkness wondering if the letters are tangible.

Am I still able to produce sentences?

I will one day be payed for my writings.

Barely legible, I scribble my psyche to paper.

Barely living, I smile knowing that I can transform this existence.

Looking in my ledger and seeing my many numbers.

Yhwach Bach, thinking back on little miss Yoruba.

We spoke in passion huh?

I’m learning Polish now, should I learn Russian too?

Who you rushing too?

There is none better than I.

U can have A, E, & O.

Take all the consonants if you want.

The only constant, I still falling short.

749505 - 17/01/23

Beauty is synonymous with destruction.

Words of affirmation confirms the good she sees in me.

I recite to the mirror words of scorn and disappointment.

She builds me up, I break myself back down.

She studied architecture and is scheming on her best life.

On a life course still receiving student finance.

1-2-1 lessons and she is the tutor of mind.

Placing no labels on her, I forage inside her seeking a gold mine.

Trying to place value on the priceless.

Selling out my friends for pieces of silver, yet I call upon you them when grey clouds hand overhead.

Who can I place this weight on?

It is constantly in the sky.

I need tethering.

My hair needs braiding.

I wish I could cry lightning like Raiden.

40595 - 08/02/23

In an effort to create routine, I sip my water with creatine.

Cheers to continuity, I seek growth.

Here’s too creating positive practises.

My hair is already down to my shoulders, if only my efforts had been the same.

Nothing in vain, repping t pain in my black hoody.

Stretching and stressing, my veins are near the surface.

One more set for what?

I’m covered in sweat thinking if death comes for all then I want to conquer fear.

1 more set.

Till I’m out of breath.

848494 - 23/02/23

It started with being proud of you.

I couldn’t have done better if I did it myself, even with your help.

Won’t you lend a hand?

I’ve got carpel carpal tunnel syndrome from searching the web for emotions to add to my wish list.

Writing a thesis on existence yet failing to put 2&2 together.

Carrying on with the hope that the next sentence writes itself.

Inshallah.

I placed it within my basket hoping that he allows it.

I’m tired of shoplifting and window shopping, I should make a purchase.

She’s beautiful but has nests on her mind, beneath it lies a bird brain.

She’s ambitions but love is ample to cancel her dream chase.

What is love?

Using random sampling to find the answer, I was left with a scatter plot.

Picking up a hoe because I’m a slave to the field.

4889432 - 20/05/23