Numbers create everything
The alphabetic tool
Symbols represent the Raw
Uniting all that’s true

Dictation digests free will
Education rules the mute
Institutions make that money Sacrificing certain youth

This monologue is simple
It speaks to me like:

Money rules the nation
Drugs worth more than gold
Cash is king in every situation
Love your kin, hope you grow old

This game has got to go.. It ain’t real.

Just getting old…and we all know that it’s getting old. Word. Respect.

“If it’s too good of a deal. Too good to be true. Seems better than it should…”

It probably is.

Over aware
Under aware
I’m not really sure
Do I even care?

Top of the class
Bottom of the barrel
Who decides what matters
Is it all a random pile?

A heap of crops in sight
A herd of sheep by night
Where is the Shephard
Does he rule by love or freight?

Over aware
Under aware
I’m not really sure
Should I even care?

Break my window
Break my door
Break the front gate
Break my store

Break my mailbox
Break my frame
Break the ladder
Break my cane

These I care so little for
But, Break my spirit
Break my core
This I will not stand up for

When it breaks my insides
You will HEAR me ROAR!

You shall feel my deadly wrath
Clinging to the Floor.

I am simply complex.
This we can all see.
I heal those who need it most.
EMBRACE ETERNITY

Blah blah. Oh yeah? You think so!? I heard about that. It ain’t an issue, relax. I know about it. We found out yesterday. Yeah?

Yadda yadda yadda. Whatever. I don’t care. Is it really important? What is the relevancy? Should I have some sort of elated emotion toward the situation? Wow. That makes sense.

Right. Hmm.. I see your point of view: interesting perspective. I concur. The decisive nature and capacity to be innately observant does run it’s course through time. Very astute.

Perfect…like penuche fudge. It’s Delicious. NEXT!

I would start a war to ensure infinite peace, but would it be worth it?

I would sew the stitch, that sewed a thousand seams, but would it make my reality a dream?

I would buy the bread that feeds the people of this land, but would it make a difference if it came from his or her hand?

I would adopt the animals of this world that have no home, but would it change the fact that they were homeless?

I would buy the artwork that had no price, but would it be able to be sold?

I would copy a link that could not be pasted, but would it be recorded?

I would listen to the song that has already been sung, but would it be heard?

These are the questions I ask of you. If you could, I’m sure you would too.

I saw it from a far. The forefront of my mind was tickled by time. It looked like a dashboard vision.

The brevity caused me to ponder inwardly.

Introspectively speaking, I dove into myself.

I rode the waves through the prefrontal cortex. I travelled as an electrical pulse via the dendrites. Neurotransmitters crossed my paths. Inhibitors whirled on by. Antagonists shone their light.

The space was like that of no other. The Gabba rose. The cortisone subsided.

A steady stead of solitude had been achieved. Inner tranquility was now a reality. 

Wrap some words around it.

Tie it in a knot.

Flick it off your fingertip.

Spin it around on a stick with some sort of twine tied around it.

Mark as your own and make it one of a kind.

Spread the soul of your touch in every step. 

Dance backwards. 

Wiggle sideways.

Zip expediently.

Roll trendily.

Create. 

The light breaks through. Peering out through blips, cricks, and insignificant nothings.

The steam heating system runs as always. The generation of unrestrained youths are being catalyzed. Be the catalytic conveyor of all that is good. make the change and speed up the process.

Wiggle between the wild world of wizards and sit beneath the suns serene song.

Let it bathe in your being.

Etched in the back right corner of the forefront of my adult brain lies the primal beast within. Transformed, like a dungeonous dragon breathing the fire amidst my once torrent and tattered soul, I felt the tip of renaissance reproach like an iceberg rising from the sea.

As the open neutrality consumes my inner morbidity, the culminating truths and exponential waves continue to vibrate within and through out the concurrent channels of pre bought, pre packaged, pre sliced, produce, which condescendingly culminates in the ambient serenity of the sound of the voice that calls my name.

The interconnection of life, the raw materials we consume, and the flamenco rhythms we dance to are all a product of our mere being.

As the world sleeps, I create. When your parents told you nothing happens overnight, they were not referring to my sphere of influence. This iron curtain has been curtailed. Like strings twice chewed on a Nike hoody with little holes in it, this match has been won.

The equation solved. The series clinched. In this ball park, we only sell all beef franks. 100% kosher too. You betta believe it. And yeah…While you’re at it if you could brew some brava beans breifly based in a buliogn, that’d be beautiful. Boom!

Like butta on bread spread thinly at noon. We goin real far. We aiming for the moon. Moon crickets will begin to resonate while dissecting Tao and reinventing both the hear and now.

Resurrect the beat. Consummate the soul. Fertilizing beauty creates more than thrice times four. Seed the bamboo slowly. Wane and whimsically woe. This is the present notion. This is loving and living in the here and now

Snap a bow tie on top. Paint a spring board right below. Bowl the sideways backwards. Irrigate your soul.

Realize all your weaknesses. Recognize what brings you down. Use extraneous energy positively for you are quite the wrecking ball. Sail a summoned tidal wave, slaving for the scent, of every single energetic glowing little friend.

Pound your garlic roughly with a tool made by a man…or take it mortar pestle style, and grind it with a can. Gaea guides us blindly. The sirens tell us so. Rise above the tallest mountains, for the peak has more than snow.

The Himalayas are in hind sight etching out the frontal lobe of this indigenous world. Attaching themselves blindly to memories infused in eccentrically euphoric europesque eccentricity.

This is the style that I choose. This is the style that once chose and now embodies me. Thus, this is here in, which notes the demarkation point of how, what we can and cannot change, just like the is we turn to was and the now we change to later simply “are”.

This blind insight, to those of us who are fair may seem omniscient and wayfaring. To a simple man, this may just be or seem absurd. Or maybe this strange slice of life is the closest to reality you have seen and have yet to observe.

Listen, I don’t claim to have the answers. I do however have the key to the door and the map to lead you there. Shall you choose this wise endeavor, i will be there acting as your guide. If you choose to travel solo, I’ll be there close nearby. The end is just beginning. The middle is already here. The births I give light to are an extension of those who gave me the light of truth and bear the essence of each individuals uniquely untainted unrequited soul,

The power of my mind bewilders those who do not know. Deep down inside my skin there lies a man with friends not foes. Those who knew can see and help to Dave the way. Those who care to know some more ask and I shall say:

Surely sit upon it. Tie it to a tone. Wrap it round the book that’s bound and sing a rhythm sold. Fascinate the fantastique with a wave of gold. Baske under the sunshine’s eternal glorious gold. The earth may be fair weathered. The rite of passage may be one of old. It doesn’t disenchant us. It helps to make us bold.

Glorious in our epic travels. Expediently respawning our reptilian clones. The universe is the only law. The physicality. The basic principle. The applicable mold. Glorious in our endeavors. Expediently regaining the stream of consciousness to and fro. The universe is the only law. Mother Earth please let us go.

Depart from all the sages. Conceive from wisdom old. Tribal love will pave the way. It’s the garlic, you’re the clove. Sautéed your onions smoothly. Chop your carrots cool. We’re living in the here and now. We make all the rules.

Obey. Your. Self.
Be. Yourself.
Do. You.

Respect.

RabiDdOgZz | Truth Be Told 

“FREESTYLE TO THE RESPECT OF WOMEN - LOVING YOUR BRETHREN AND MEANING IT”

RabiDdoGzZ | Veracity, Light, & Truth

“Freestyle Freely Done to the beauty of sound”

I think that the world is round.

I think that the world is a pound.

I think that the world is bound.

I think that the world is sound.

I think that the world is down.

I think that the world knows beauty.

I think that the world is a cutie.

I think that the world is fine.

I think that the world is mine.

I think that we can all share.

I think that we all should care.

I think that the universe is amazing.

I think that we are all like raisins. 

I’m hanging in Aruba. Just won some cash. It will not change my life. It will not shape who I am. Hanging in Aruba. Just ate some great fish. This will change my life. This will shape who I am. 

I’d take good food over good money any day. No strings attached. Leave it how it is. Do it how we do. Live how we live. This is life. We got choices. We make decisions. We decide how to choose what we would like.

Sometimes situations serendipitously surround us with serene attitudes and succulent fore thoughts. I would consider this brilliant.

Brilliance is quite amazing. Whether it is referring to a shiny surface or an intelligent individual, I believe brilliance is a brilliant word. Word to that.

Enjoy your family. Enjoy your life. You are wild. You are great. Never sell yourself short. I believe in you. I may not know you, that changes nothing. I may have never seen you. That changes even less. If I believe in you blindly, you can manifest greatness.

Next stop: Blind belief in yourself. Tu eres vale la pena. Ay guapa. 

RaBidDoGzZ } I don’t give a Rauc-ous

FREESTYLE FOR THE NIGHT AND TONIGHT IT IT