It has been such a while

I have missed you, sorry for having been so long
It feels like life times find a man strapped for rhymes
not forgotten, wrong turns on the right type of way to learn
Way to not let the candle burn by letting it stay with the wick
Wickedness is not using that which you fit, covering up tricks
Lover of all of the above and mixed, tip my glass for every last trip
take a sip, let me show you why we exist. For this shit

To make something different, a letter better
than has been done before, in such a man, or in this manor
of Fact, never decided to keep score, of how much more we can afford
tracks dropped knowledge and valor right onto the floor

Some of these deplorable horrible sores keep be bored, of what we record
My history is definitely crafted by the stories I call reality,
face value is hardly the venue to come through, blues poetry ballads on the menu
and for dessert, for more energy to exert, the inertia was where it hurt

Regularity

Sow a thought, reap an action
sow an action, reap a habit
sow a habit, reap a character
sow a character, reap a destiny

I’ve tried all at one, and then putting them into chunks
but when I asked my friend he said bluntly
only analyze and change one thing once a month
finding regularity helps more than charity
junking unnecessary stories to have more mindful clarity,
poetry time, writing daily whether with the sun’s setting or rising

sowing to reap a character over personality
techniques can be gained after principles have aim and authenticity
the visual of seeing poetry rituals written in textually stimulating intervals
the thought to action might seem simple
but the action to a habit is more fickle
habits to character create even larger ripples
till the pond is a river and characters change destiny

the official riddle ride to try a flexible part in story telling
narrative natural natives known for folk art singing
particularly prone to roam these parts for smarts in articles

Recording life in a journal
It feels much better being sober
clear answers and when unclear still feeling closure
Find me trying my best
Rhyme smiling with a head held high along with my chest
Yes, everyday gets better when it feels less like a mess

Regularity is typical
Routine is a beautifully obscene ritual
Consisting of consistency, the new Reality
rhythmical in how its predictable

breath

Instruments of function
She is a part of every chapter
a few times a year sent a letter

routines, habits
“a few of my favorite things”
Since leaving the ineffective
things are never the same except change.
process improvements sharpen
instead of escaping, let’s break in!

F*ck Rhymes
been doing a pattern for too long
thinking about thinking
can emotions be pushed aside?

Breathing is difficult
don’t need doctors for answers
Cigarettes no longer look cool
Marijuana only brings hazy memories of laziness
Now needing harder drugs like love and meditation
and breath
and to breathe

The Palace of Rhymes
is just a Palace

these corridors of broken stanzas
these unused lusting opinions falling as Empire

I miss the poets
they fueled the awkward
pushed air in the halls where space wasn’t seen
Time will bring them back
especially when lonely
Poets need lonely

Training routines

Training routines
Used my brain in one these things
Changed sustain in small exchanges of a range
Systemically arranged
the process to regress in pain

Mainframes with bits of constant traffic
have many lanes of maps that can’t be graphed quick
Stash a good dash of wit in how you commit
Some of it sticks, some of it only fits when you don’t give a shit
Of the effort
Of the effective trekking, through fortitude of a subject
truth calls to you when you least suspect
Check the cards you got in your deck
There are not too many hands
understand how to be man
over plan your span
delete spam
make jam
for your fam

and when there is time, spend some in reflection
in the last 100 years we have been spurred into action
maybe there is history for learning that bears not repeating
soft quietness and a light for reading, a sure evening

-John Tabrizi

Recovery

Spent 10 years living in doubt and fear
addicted to one or another
finally feeling free as water out the gutter
making small ponds into bigger rivers, bigger desires
mother didn’t raise no sucker
father gave us style, so smiling smooth as butter
the old years cannot be recovered

so basically starting over
rediscovering what is left, all together
my brother won’t see eye to eye
so he says ‘leave’ before I can say goodbye
at least inside I can say I tried

True friends understand to the core
even when changing your behavior
those that can’t feel your vibe anymore
may not be what your stride is looking for
therefore, parting ways is heavy hearts and long days

Clarity, from out the cloudy haze is a maze thing
it takes directions to make progression a well spring

everyday is a count down to anything and everything
sober weeks looks for years to speak with wings
moreover
new skills, few techniques can raise weak will
as high as the peaks that now are despised as a disguise
for the lows compose the other side we would deny unjustified

realizing how to recognize and standardize our special eyes
especially when trying specialize in staying wise to the lies
Recovery is how we optimize in otherwise

Filling in the gap

Filling in the gaps
perhaps actually grappling with the facts
dutifully with tact and a knack for using all the scraps
It’s hard to keep track of the many changing maps
rearrange the framing of plenty and the few
who knew what we could do?
Time in view and patience to take it though

Filling in the gaps
Snacks in burlap sacks for the synapse
before collapsing into a relapse, relax and set safety traps
Lacking at laziness, cracking at hilarious yacks
packing miscellaneous weapons of wisecrack
one drawback is the blowback to the cardiac
knowing when you need to be asap

Filling in the gaps

Weekend wRaps

Not a full time j.o.b. but still writing hip hop po-e-try
Salaries aren’t actually the reason to shine skills carefully
more like satisfaction at the core propensity, a daily fillin fully
fealings where actions can be packed with density for full impact
Stack raps in online habitats and where the physical reacts and chats
It’s typical that cats catch the visuals of being all that, in one individual
but it takes a team to execute a light beam, from memories of a vision or dream
Collapsible perhaps, but starting a batch from scratch takes a knack
Jacked up a bunch of snacks by stuffing them in knapsacks for lunch
A hunch, that after punching the clock, hands must get sore
Keeping stock of what we got and not what we don’t have anymore
asked dad how to add who then cuts an orange in half and in pieces
the best moments in life might make you laugh or leave you speechless
The graph of your spectrum is routine outcomes
Practice makes permanent and not perfection

A lyrical injection of dopamine affect the blood stream
Even a higher level tolerance doesn’t affect the absense
Staying clean of unintelligence and obscenity sold in ignorance
Playing dirty with sturdy common sense and empirical experiments
Its pretty obvious, there is a lot of evidence, ever since inspecting the elements
Hence, from whence one came to the zero sum game
Name dropping and finger waving for blame are the same cop out options

The reason we need this medicine
is because media has been so mediocre on our intuition
unchallenged and undrivin makes ambiguous ambitions
Big ups to maintenance men and women who make us listen
Taking mental words to physical action
Build barriers against distraction
break barriers against inaction’s bigger brother
unsympathetic sentiments of carefree relaxed leisure
wRap textures