What you see with your eyes; that’s only superficial. su·per·fi·cial adj \ˌsü-pər-ˈfi-shəl\ a (1) : of, relating to, or located near a surface (2) : lying on, not penetrating below, or affecting only the surface חֶצְרוֹן Bandcamp Lulu.com
Most times we picture amnesia being an impediment of memory due to some sort of trauma (and it is); but can you truly imagine, for one moment, waking up with a clean slate; no worries of what you did yesterday, no phantom pains of that part of yourself you dismembered, what sins you committed the week before, the lies you buried yourself in a lifetime ago… tabula rasa [ˈtæbjʊlə...
Hezron (Hebrew: חֶצְרוֹן, Modern H̱etsron Tiberian Ḥeṣrôn ; “enclosed”) is a name which occurs several times in the Hebrew Bible. The older of the two sons of Pharez In (Genesis 46:12), he is mentioned among the youngest generation of the 70 Israelites to move to Egypt with Jacob. See also 1 Chronicles 2:5-24. The book of Ruth lists Perez as being part of the ancestral genealogy...
Anonymous asked: do you love as passionately as you write?
Children of the World
We sadomasochistic like using our rapist as our therapist so socially we never amount to shit till we’re touched by the physchedellic, transcendent of our circumstances we end up in strange places. Strange wishes to the unseen, whispers to darkness on our knees contemplating our Gods’ beliefs like; is this what i wish to believe even when others believe in me “Am i the only God they see?” or...
Niggas got plantation memories, plantation mentalities and it’s very clear the way we still call each other nigga, instead of brother and refer to our sisters as bitches, slithering through a corporate world of snitches, rich get richer profiting off our prophets, poor get poorer pimping chalices of silver and gold teeth blinging to cover up the trash that exits overexposed souls. I know it...
Spit it like i’m from this crysilis this is real s**t metamorphosis ugly caterpillars and beautiful butterflies Moths drawn to forest fires flies gathering around rigamortis bodies like boy scouts around a camp fire or lovers viewing the sunrise and sunsets painted across God’s skies and i know i know now that God must have a sense of humor taking beautiful caterpillars and making ugly...
“i can be an open book if picked up and read, pillow talk for your head, practice for your lips, cause between your hips and mine no space (exists) this should be a requirement to: bookmark the creases between these sheets and re read them every time you feel the need, re write our story if necessary, with your tongue; mandatory, if you feel our story should be told…” (preview of one of my most...
“You can never recognize truth if you’ve been staring into the eyes of lies your entire life” חֶצְרוֹן Bandcamp Lulu.com
Anonymous asked: where do your political allegiances lie?
speaking of pieces of a man Staring at a future in the creases of my hand It...– “Stomp” (Black Thought of The Roots)