Di seasons dey come an go
      But Rasta stay in flow.

Naturalnes in thinnking..linking I with.eternal.
Rewine I.
Rewind me
Return me like bran nue perspect.

Reewine I an push play.

So many Facts, yet with Tales interpret
Infect this Cause on what we should Believe
The Rector's Bells; Or the Psalmist's Perspect
Preach to Define the Aspartamine's relieve
That this World-on-Swirl base our Morals gauge
And deny the Worthy the Gifts they Deserve
Since Paint their Walls green; Then pause their Smiles fade
To sour the Jellies by their Conserve
At least for your Grace: Breathe your Milestones well
Knowing such Skin beneath a Youthful Orb
Of Smoking Clouds or Rowdy Skies befell
Reap Divine Benefits by your Absorb.
This Speech too Blown - too Televised release
If Words un-reviewed provoke War or Peace.

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Glassiness is the debt I made in my eyes.
Money's overrated
and so is love.

Love is like a masterpiece
that you see in a show.

It's real nice to be by it
but it'll blow you up and know
just what it did.

Bidding for a fancy life
is a horrorshow
is exactly who I am
and it's all I'll ever know.

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I dont know!
What to write
In order to make a poem
On which subject
On which perspect
These days i tell myself
Healthy stories
Feed myself
A fantasy so ethereal
That even i do know
Its  not Real
My sorrow less poetry
O my pashionless verse
I cannot these days
Makes you into a being
Of katharsis .

The circus of life relates
To situations that inflate
joy and sorrow
Metaphysical attempts for better tomorrow
Drought of words try to express
Knotted calculus of discovering life's acrobates
Emotional Rain's fall on postulates
Time wasted on endless debates
Moments of life like clown's cognate
Situations inappropriate
Handling with lighter perspect

Unable to finish
Task in hand
Perfectly fine
Got dealt a bad hand
Others do it better
Really doesn't matter
Unable to earn respect
Don't feel upset
Its the others perspect
Let them be the
Masters of the subject
Getting snubbed for nothing
By the people who know everything
Ignore the insult
Do not confront
Asked to apologise
For what don't realise
Do it naturally
Move away gradually
Image of a clown
To others tunes dancing around
Image built in concrete
Passed onto others indiscreet
Never take it to heart
Be the circus act
Do not worry about the impact
Reason lacking guile and tact
Lowest in a percentile graph
Laugh along as others laugh
Not worthy to be remembered
Oblivion is not a bad word
Create your own world
Insulated from abuse hurled
Shooed away lacking personality
Try not to take it personally
All these qualities are enviable
Society might find it expendable
Let go and move on
Take pride in being what you are
The others must change
You stay who you are
Take the name of Misfits
Wear this on your shoulder
Express yourself better
Not in sync with society
No need to be filled with anxiety
Let the world behave
By the definition it creates
You just be
Don't try to change
To go to the other side of the fence
A total misfit
Fine with it
Bruce Lee calls himself one
Leading from the front
Part of a group
Bruce Lee authorised troup
What more do you want
Misfits together you belong

Time, A grand design
Everything is its plan
It plans to fit people
To a grand design of fate
Everyone is a puppet
Some puppets know and some don't
It doesn't matter who knows or not

Manageable doubts and misunderstandings
Different perspectives and missing bliss
Heavenly doubt hovering over
Connection is harmful to soul
Misunderstood beliefs and no structure
Peaceful escape with meaningless foul
Transition and transformation is a journey
Destination is yet a false hope

Time is a design to beat the soul
The beating through perception
Through the doubts within
Through the perspectives that doesn't matter
Through the breathing of the pain
Knowing is alright but doesn't matter
Who doesn't know will be more than okey

Depends on time, but matters
On the influence of energy one governs
People are the puzzles of energies
that flow among themselves
The grand design in time
The most people can do is-recognize
And know that, for the best of others

How you think and perceive
depends upon the energy you govern
And the Time chooses the energy for you
So you are not free to choose
Yet you experience the time now,
Energy and the notion around what happens

Its easy to time and time is the culprit
Nobody has the understanding of how it works
Nobody is capable of choosing the storyline
Nobody is in the trance freedom
Nobody is in the field of truth

The ascendent they have gives illusion of you
Mind gives a view of perspect
Nothing can be mutual and nothing can be individual
Everyone is the puzzle in time

Mutual individual dillema exists
Because no story created by mind can define it
Mind is a crowd of chemicals to turn one and off
The antennae of beings of so called intelligence
The disguise of what it really is
interacts with who I am

Particularly me, trapped in time
Define me, a track of time
Being me, a motion in time
Acknowledging me, an instance of time
Feeling me, a realization of time
Knowing me, grace in time
Looking at me, a story in time
Gazing me, doubting in time
Hearing me, sound in time
Now just gone by and just came in
Death in no time

At least for me Time makes me in a state to write sometimes
Making me to speak through the soul
Soul trying to rescue itself
From the hassle of the grand design of time

Hay mind go to rest, its a grand design
Hay soul peek the blaze, its a grand design
Hay you breathe, its a notion towards faith
Dive deep into the embrace of peace and green ways

He use to walk into enemy territory with a smile. They came at him but he settled the score behind the scenes. He use to take pride in serving those who did him a ***** a receipt. The betrayal become personal He looked out for them and had their back.
He found out they'd bad mouth him slander his character. This bad boy rep did him a favor rather than changes others perspect of how they seen  him. Everything against him was frustrating he knew not to go against family but they had it out for him. He never dated an ex of a friend or relatives.
All these made up ideals kept him out or tried to change him just to be accepted. It wasn't worth it so many people had more than him and still ungrateful. He was less fortunate but still thankful Pursuing his dreams and crafts to enhance his talents.

He wasn't taken serious seen as a joke. They think he's a push over once they crossed the line they'd be surprised when he checked them put them back in their place. He was over all the insults backhanded complements.