Showing posts with label native poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label native poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Sporadik Internal Mental Questions - BrainStorm Freestyle 1

We all go through a transition into maturity. 
The question in my mind is: 
How do I hang on to my ideals maintaining the purity of my intentions as a child of Tonantzin, yet weeding out all the least favorable choices of action based on actuality?

How do I maintain my spirit pure enough to be in sync with the forces of Earth, the Cosomos and Humanity?

I MUST REACH ENLIGHTENMENT IN ORDER TO PLACE THE HIGHEST TRUST UPON MY INNER VOICE. 
The hidden Spirit of Creator that lives in me.


Stone Womban

Savage blood now awakens my state in the depth of the solar plex-US MOST HIGH- energetic charge;
As I watched from the shore the filth of evil wash up and stick under my toes making me run slow as I reach for my arrows, 
The pact was resealed, give sound to the voiceless, enough to crack the spine from the root to the heart chakra. 
Life is acknowledged in a scientific realm.
Physical law and effect. Results vary but the pain in the same.
In time of war there's always someone to protect.
If you're alive, let me see you take a step where all games come to an end and the sacrifice is great...
But reward is even greater. Knowledge you'll discover that is both CORRECT and SACRED.
In time you'll be consumed by the work that's at hand and you just might fall in sadness, but remember to immerse yourself in flowers and repeat:
"There's not GOD but the one, of intelligent design manifested in my genes and the path that I walk... Sacrifice for life in this way become stone. Activate new realms in this way become..."
-Stone Wombman. Frozen in time. Winters and Springs recorded in my heart. Eternal life is the gift of concoiusness. Agreements with the time keeper. Life I protect.

I'm firm like a commandment and I fight like a savage!
fight like a SAVAGE! FIGHT LIKE A SAVAGE! FIGHT LIKE A SAVAGE, A SAVAGE, A SAVAGE!!

Among the doves and the crows I explode with my vizion to deform sacrilegious puppet masters, I'm here to dispose of with ease;
Watch and observe as I do Gung Fu, Buddah breathing techniques, reconnect with my -G- and remember:
Life for me ain't a kiss or nice touches. 
I be the justice seeker. Genetically coded. Specifically chosen to loosen up the clutches...
Fill up the space everyone refused to take. 
It's not about the name but the life you create for those who remain after you return to the Earth.
Activate new realms in this way become:
-Stone Wombman. Frozen in time. Winters and Springs recorded in my heart. Eternal life is the gift of concoiusness. Agreements with the time keeper. Life I protect.



"A Place of No Shadows" -[freestyle poem 1]

I'm like a ghost,
perception of time passing does not exist to me. 
Only the ever-present...The constant knowledge of existing.

No herb or drug alters my mind.
Like a spirit, subject to the frequencies of conscious acknowledgements. 

My sorrow is that some people die without ever knowing a passion for life like mine. 

The flow of a song may seem sporadik, but it is not so in reality...
It's all a premeditated arrangement of a creator. Ordered scientifically to create an emotion in the heart. 
Miscellaneous thoughts of love created by the mind and dreams egos create.

Tears emerge as I acknowledge the power of life.
The beauty of the clarity of the heart.
To know who I am. Who I truly am. 
Without any shadows of doubt.