THE MACHINisT

THE MACHINisT

A Poem by Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX
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the words italizied have been provided by Cory Taylor...thank u fam it was right on time...

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In the left hand resides the verse

 

                    in the right; the 1...

                                   the very elements of the Earth

 

 

concoct em together...create Uni-verse's of concert verse's

 

 

 

it is this, this gift i got that drives

drivin down vertabrae drive, towards

this cockyness i got...,were we keep it locked, yet keep it cocked

except when he Lou Ferrigno's the lock an heads in a manic panic 

for the flashin rosey ruby red radiant radiance marked exit for "Quill Exodus's"

the creator breaks the levy, floodn the mental mind profound...an

just below the octive of sound were the most high resides resound, a pro is found

now...moses part i oceans of bass words to create a passage for passages of thought

its mating season...so they play upstream on there way to frolic in a frenzy

as i...prepare to break verbal bread to be multiplied amongst the mass's

even the most crass of classes mentally clap to this, blink on beat

now...preform acappella, so the dye of the tide can be cast to the abroad, in a broadcast

when i let the speech out...im bound to have a broad followin

so the pen's use,  to swat aside the pesticides of the pestilence's pesky side of things

found in the days, day to day worldly things

my heart the indigenous drum that backs the tracks of the words of my life

 

this...agression i got..., keep the safety on so others can move safely

 

you see, as this blackrose rose it arose

an since i have risen on the wings of givin on my rise

the dissipation for this agression has performed this... "Raging Bull" Deniro act

its all a act like the desert tellin you, "Water...just a little bit further"...so you go...just a little bit further

that was scene 2 act 1, now...im on scene 1 act 2 an im doin way, way better now

 

yet keep in mind the nonchalantness may be the calm before the perfect storm, be for warned

my last name aint  "Warren" for nothin, im currently in a state of  war-n with thoughs who...

interfere with my zen an awaken the beast within

so come ,come...come again try not that again or

iron madien salutations ushered to them with the zeal an zest

of the razor sharp sharpie of my pen

 

Now...for some time now

been feelin sound, so i thought of addin sound to words, so another sound voice can be heard

 

been found guilty of havin a*****e tendencies, its my amenity, my defense for stupidity

got a flip mouth thats into zero gravity olympic caliber gymnastics

ask me to many questions in a row i may not wanna present you with a answer

so i mow you down emtionaly with no emotions

enter the penalty box, youre about to be pocketed into a cold black hole

thats how i treat cue balls..., u screwballs

 

time a conceptual concept of man, that cares not about gender so i chose not to remember

percieve not to control it, because man created a atomic clock just to own it

but my energy is mine so i recline from wasting mine

 

got this patience @ times that dont like to wait

&...im the opposite of opposite; thats the opposite of that

now opposite that; see what shows an thats what u get

Popeye had it right..."i am, what i am" an the only thing i'll add to that is...

i am, what i am an what i am is, i simply "AM" fam

no borders, no boundaries, no word or array of them can simply define the definition of me

complicated i was told, well you know that line gets old

bold i was told, "Yes i know...so"

told i was cold, well i havent reached liquid nitrogen yet...so thats a "NO"

 

rock ill brims, fly lids toppered low...thats for my uncle so now yawl know

arrogance seems evident...nawl thats confidence Mr Miss

miss whats underneath steady makin evaluations off the surface

oh "YES" ive found your purpose...its to drive me, so im increasing mental speeds past mach 5

Speed lappin you lames from the same lane

face it Cain that religion you got aint workin out

steady killin yourself tryin to fit in so every Sunday you sit in, thinkin its gonna get you in

lookin up instead of lookin in...

already spun, now you wanna coke bottle spin me

spirituality, the plate from whence i eat...mmm "Mag-nifique"

 

nephew sent me a text..."foregiveness is a choice not a feeling but an act of the will"

now can we overcome our ills an will that idea to be so prevalent it binds to our

chromosonal genetic make-up

 

wake up, people can use a good shake up

to many fakes fake there way up, steady oven rising attempting to get that cake up

well im about to remove aaaallllll the yeast from the stores, see if you rise now

if you gotta reside on talent alone

 

oOH...how i luv "love", an "love" you know i do, 

but she dont allways luv my ways

haaay...what can i say,

now let me count the days...

i got more days in workin of " Love" then the Days Inn got rooms an locations

 now...

add every religous person's personal vocation, then equate the equation

whats the summation...mind blowin

what can i say im..."love" honing 

 

& im convienced my lowerself is a misfit of mischievous misadventures

that loves to keep me in the midst  of misfortunate misfortunes

so i wont venture back over to my higherself

were i re-learn to miss the glory of being in a better state...

 

life in my eye's, were life lyes an i differ from tellin life's lies

got life on my face, so all may see life's face

so life is what i choose to tatse, an parchment is were i chose to lay her, to display her

on her back lookin back into my face...

 

took hold of my perspective, so im no longer retrospective

soul design sunken Atlantis land mass retro, energy of any form the petro

an if i ever make it to the grave...lay lotus flowers upon me

 

a tightly cleverly wound lever i am...carefull, be easy as you let go...

the label reads "WARNING", take caution not to slip your hand into cogs of thought  or...its

"OFF WITHCHA ARM"

 

born...red fox deceptive, didnt chose it like a elective

yet i do elect to always give my best, then to better that when time becomes next

 

everything starts with self, the result is...the 1st person to impress me should be self

if its still someone else, still got ways to go b4 i get past the fork in the road

 

humble i am, but dont forget cocky i still am...from A.M. to P.M. they 

" Top Gun" engage, aerial dog cockfights

Mortal kombat  "FINISH HIM" moves alude

maybe i should implore Mick Vick to do what he do...

then tell em...lets keep that between me an you

 

these are...my carbonated thoughts naturally sweet

that @ times make me snap, crackle an pop...

sip from my soda water, it comes from just above my shoulder

were...flavorful soul stylistic words bubble to the top from my soul

feel my breath...Tha Wind in your hair

my soul scene seen as whole as you scroll, for these are my scrolls...

 

a contorsionist of contradictions yet it all still fits

a exquisite unflawed flawed unfinished painting all in the making

 

moved away from the sciences of men

to move back in whats natural within

fast to cleanse mind, body, & soul because the world an this...F.D.A. approved 

toxin filled foods can take a toll on me an my polo's

 

6 degree's...

im 6 degree's of seperation from Kevin Bacon...

an...as i waken to embrace the day, even with the distractions of current events

i blow Chicago Kool

4 my soul is free...

 

prayin for peace an enlightenment, surprise an laughter for my day

read Ghandi's 7 spiritual sins

stretch it out, then stretch it back in...gotta stay limber as i move yawl

flexibility, a key component yawl...wether its the weather,

finances, open mindedness, lifes possible possibilites or the abilities of your body

 

thoughs who bend grow, an thoughs who dont...fall to the side as waste

 

now im spearheadn with a righteous head through all the "ism's" that come to face my way

 

off the grand architect's design, man re-creates the perfect blueprint claiming its his own

so many anatomy patents borrowed, look around its all shown

structualy analyze any skyscraper

antenna's up top equate to 1 of your 5 senses

steel colums, beams, bolts an rivets; frame the work of bone an ligaments

electrical wiring; network the circulatory system, veins an capillaries

every design found by the human eye, touched by the human hand is man's attempt  to

improve on whats already been approved to facilitate a easier way

to add ease to there day, to ease there ways

 

the further we go, the more we get away from what makes us hue-man

a people of colorful colors that blend an work together just for the beautification of one another

we are the natural nature of this, yet we persist to distance ourselves from this

 

on my mind...the pain of  the world combined with Columbine

so if i seem off in my thoughts @ times, you know why...

 

inner voice, mummified verbal pharaoh marrow

forget a sparrow, got a Horus eye, pyramid eye, i sky view

so my views on things got a full 360 widescreen view

my thoughts croped letterbox, so all you fullscreen viewers take note

 

the creator created creators so i continue on with the manifesto guide to guide,

firmly implanted on the inside, so all i gotta do to review, is go inside

 

found i my place in the grand design

 

created i am as 1 of the most high's greatest creations, that just so happens to show

the ill's of ill effects of how a currupted spirit of man can affect

even the most devines greatest design

 

so stuburn an fool hearty i still am & rarely do i shed tears for the dearly departed

to describe it, heard em call it cold hearted...

 

 

In the left hand resides the verse

 

 

in the right; the 1...

the very elements of the Earth

 

for what its worth

 i write with passion for all its worth

yet

like Jonah i rest in the belly of the beast

a savage land

to be feasted on, but im no 1'z feast

so

unlike Jonah i know my freedom resides inside of me

from the beast; the evil's...

that we do,

thats more wicked than the

witchcraft an vodoo that

they do...

 

 

for i am... 

"THE MACHINSIT"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 fingers an a pen poetry... 

 

 

© 2009 Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX


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Chicago, IL, Belize



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