Rhymes of Release.

"Listen to the mind, hear the soul,
heres to the thoughts that I never spoke.
Whispering tree in a blowing wind,
unheard voice to a false content."



Been a while since i updated this blog. I don't really have much to write about, but a a homie keeps telling me to post, so ill get something down. I've written a lot of "poetry" down on my phone whenever i was bored, frustrated, or just needed to write. I'll post some of what i've wrote below (only the ones i really like), also as a security measure so that i don't lose my writing if i ever lose my phone.

Putting them in chronological order by month.



December

1. Incomplete

Daydream a lil in the afternoon sun,
to see to the end what has already begun.

Close your eyes to seek the imagination,
original creations without limitation.

Lyrical search within heart and soul,
walk on a road that I don't even know.

Spoken recipe, onomatopoeia,
correct technique on the path ill see ya.

See you in the sky if our roads don't cross,
life's still young not a lifeless bust.



2. A Real Smile comes from the Eyes

A real smile comes from the eyes,
fantasize about, memory highs.

Euphoric collision from my heart to yours,
a rainbow that beautiful never seen before.

Ordinary Joes to glam whores,
contrary to belief, I'm neither or.

Felt personal resolution align on a straight line till you be mine.

Hoes be jumping saying I've changed,
I'm a different man, but I'm the same.

I'm the king, she's still my queen,
but who is she?

Change the scene.

Change the dream I'm not feeling C.R.E.A.M.,
off a long ways in the mountain scene.

Sunrise hits me and you beside,
reflected happiness dazzled in your eyes.



November

3. You, Her, Elle, She.

These days these thoughts be like second nature,
every moment awake my mind remakes.
You her elle she a handful i see,
spin the wheel to see who it be.
Start with a J then u got K,
spin it around B and another K.
Incentives to select with all due respect,
I love Her You and Ima flirt.
Mind full of info I'm the clerk,
smiles wit a dimple, going berserk.
She got no wrinkles but plenty of curves and Elle got the magic to make me hurt.
Shit.. I dunno,
who has my heart and who has my soul.
Whose the angel with delicate wings,
with the glamorous aura whenever She sings,
and mind fills with wonder whenever She brings,
her lips to my ear and calls me king.



September

4. Sweet Memories

Put the track out from start to finish,
only at bedtime do i do this business.

The rap game call it the Golden Age,
you become the epitome of that phase.

Like the hourglass every second that went by
you carved a spot in my heart for life.

So when I miss you I'm also missing my youth,
Jr. to high school unlimited proof.

So easy to move on but hard to let go,
memories tragedies the wishes we hold.

At night, I still reminisce,
the passion for you I still possess.

Lying together with one arm under,
other arm touching is filled with wonder.

Caressing kissing we get carried away,
in a gentle night when the full moon sways.



5. Release (Nujabes influenced)

So much thoughts still left inside,
not a diss to you just trying not to lie.

The truth gots to come out before i let go,
words of old now metaphorical flow.

Times have changed all that I use to know,
memories adapt and happiness grows.

Long time no speak I smile and think,
a little bit smarter and alot wiser

and now, the time seems so right,
pondering as i followed the previous plight.

If I showed up at your door would you let me in?
As past lovers, but new tales begin.

Truth behold a lot of words untold,
but a treasured friendship is all it now is.

The sensual feeling of all that was,
relative harmony and a tingling buzz.



6. Love hurts, but Loneliness hurts more.

What i say usually lands me in trouble,
but Ima keep it honest so tired of being subtle.

I realized I loved you with everything,
you did too it wasn't just a fling.

But along the way other stars appeared,
glamour covered everything oh so dear.

Left me holding empty promises,
I love you always ain't how honest is.

Forever spans an eternity,
till the end our atoms still flow free.

Wishful thinking under the apple tree,
squeezed juices out and left me be.

Yet as the tree you could do it again,
every apple gone is replaced by ten.

Learned to let go before feelings grow,
enjoyed it all through the highs and lows.



r.wang