Canoe Thoughts On A Subconcious Stream

Imported unimportance impotence poignant pigmentation defecating mentation nonmalleable to oppresive media crucify my thoughts so they try to ravish my insides externally indanger of relapsing back like a broken spine that owl never sit straight up so what i can't get things to sit right so im zoning left like mike tomlinsons defence aint no white picket fences just thoughts of a nude jada pinkett, big willies slithering like the tounges of the ones driving in the fast lane so insane that one could ever be happy in a world that's about the dollar all seeing eye to blind chaste systems with hardly any class movement and a president who only cares about homosexuals and immigrants but when the topic of darker shade comes up he remains silent like individuals pleading the fifth/ element bruce willies bruce wayne on some american psyhco shit or should i say excrement to statisfy academia that never gave a damn about my race nascar was never on in my subdivision if it was they put us at the back then tell us stop whining yall really don't know the plight of a black educated kid/man who gets verbally chastised for being unemployed and then congratulated for having a piece a paper that now to this point don't hold the weight of my accalades i just wanna have the wasted materials of them yuppie kids damn the recession hit that bad that you praying for the scrap of the wealthy shits kinda funny like saying the term hindsight while your eyes are being fascinated by a plush corpulent bodacious ass so her assets is plenty if she hang on to her books harder than she hangs her to that fancy bag but anyway these are just canoe thoughts on a subconcious stream

Me and U

Her own Subconscious found the sight of her as Revolting.  
It was a repulsion that one could only comprehend if there face was labeled with freckles.
Revolting not in a ghastly manner but in the essence that I sometimes saw the girl as a blind angel that was unable to see her own light that fluttered like the arms of a butterfly in the bright sunlight.

Nauseating at times I became when I was in her presents, but as time grew I began to receive her blessings.  I also began to give her surplus.  This little affair began as just something practical and uneventful, sometimes even necessary.  From stagnant to transmute, all of a sudden the very letters I lectured her with started to marinate  and register with both of us.  She was no longer the ambiguous, procrastinating, head strong girl anymore.  She has become more indeed, she has become the rambling rambunctious, ambiguous little engine that lingers around leaving me in utter ah on some days and on other days a bit crazed.  To describe her is to say that something that is truly angelic is really cynical but Godly  and Satanic at the same time, she is a very complex little box.  Pandora or Rubik Cube, today she will probably be one or the other, but one day maybe she will show me a new “depth“, leading me past the coffins of my own mind and into her oasis of liberation.  Only me and her understand that lol.

Schizophrenic Heart

The Beautiful Specter, the illusion that parades in circles of hell. Heaven on earth as some would call it, bodacious, undomesticated temple, with a cultivated summit.  Making kings appear to be God like, and even making common men feel less imperative, I give you the beautiful women.  They say beauty fades away but time crosses into vertigo and elopes with frozen time every minute she passes by.  Passing by always appearing as angelic as ever, knowing she’s a devil,  but I don’t care at the moment.  This is a Double Illusion, the devil mimics the angel;  While the child mimics the devil.  When I glance at her I feel as though I am walking on ponds with pins inward , pondering how great the fall would be if I escaped into a ice hole.  Freezing to a red death would save the heart wouldn't it?, escaping the flesh only to be pricked by your touch, nova cane couldn't numb what the heart aches.  Ill will to see what is in front of you but to be unable to seize a predominant position on the affairs of her heart.  To have a tongue but to not speak, or to be mute and not be able to speak.  Crying out the silent voice of what the spirit has been searching for every since you left your mother.  To want what you are unable to have at the moment, the moment that the boy becomes jester, the bodacious “princess” of the metropolis,  the bureaucracy of her friends, all these components of the rambling sober minded love struck subconscious no one.  I give you the mind of a schizophrenic subconscious heart.

Political Angelic's

To understand Evil one must comprehend freewill, and the nature of how freewill was started.  If one begins to understand these processes then one opens up Pandora’s box.  It’s the politics of the “true” throne.  For the masses to have freewill and free governing then one has to fall.  We all live off the ignorance of the misguided one, Lucifer.  God isn't a tarnished figure but a figure that has to uphold his own law, and to do such things means that even he has to play a political role of the governing of humans.  God is all knowing, and say Satan’s fall was all apart of the plan than that itself is proof that Politics exist in Heaven.  The Fall of Satan’s bunch gave humanity its “freedom” so to speak but without the cost of angelic blood and years of torment.  One could still add that this was by their own doing and that the angels had a choose in the matter, and I would say you are correct but, If these misguided angels were not fated by this ill will of a situation, would not another have fallen?  Were the angels really misguided or misunderstood, those questions we will never find out, with evil both parties rather good or bad will call the other “Evil”, the only thing that is certain is that the two are sewed together forever.  Look at the political structures of today and tell me that there is not someone that must literally pay for the selected few to be wealthy.  Someone has to be the consumer, rich or poor in order for the small few to live as Kings.  Kings are Satan’s play things and humans are just pieces to God and Satan’s chess game.

808's and Beattapes lol

Trying to find love is like trying to reach heaven on a roller coaster.  Every Time you put your hands out to receive her blessing the world reminds you that it's still in control, pulling you down to an earthly hell, only to have your sights on the canvas of all Gods Glory.  To love is to make the world nonexistent and to commit suicide with a smile.  Jumping out of a glass window 100 feet in the air, knowing that there is no chance to live but you don’t care, that my friends is the equivalent of love, loss of clear sanity.  To be honest with you though, everyone loses their sanity after they get out of elementary school, life after that sequence  becomes more tainted, superficial, and unbearable.  Love is a soliloquy of subconsciously generated emotions to persons who want to escape the entrapment of material life.

Funny how the pimp is black..... Those were my first thoughts.  Second, Mario learned the hard way; You just can't play captain save a ho, that shit doesn't just apply to niggas lol.  Last..... Ummmm.. I don't know to many pimps that look like Fat Albert, especially if he made it past 21, and to top that, who looks like they stole what appears to be a sweater out of Bill Cosby's closet.  Funny none the less.

So if you dance to this, do I have the right to throw bands at you expecting you to comply with my demands?

Idk why this is funny to me.....  Wonder how America would be without high taxes, oh wait that's right, the middle class wouldn't be slaves and the wealthy would be held to the same standards as the common people.  Finally maybe American built business would stay in America, instead of going off to other countries.  Just Saying lol.... like the nigga in the barbershop rambling on before he gets to the point.... Harpoon misfits lol

Cat Daddy

Masked and Depicted as a BET portrait for my pigment/Tossed around like pigskin/only getting to my goal line by a hair/ only to have the procedure repeated/ bench pressin twice the weight just to get a head/ but is it really getting a head/if im the only black head underneath the maquillage  of white america/ so once I blow up I turn to puss/a sell out/cause my pigment appear to change/but if you see my surroundings/the portrait is that of the shadowed windows of a boxer/I’m just an undergarment only presented when its covenant for America/the token nigga/guess life’s an arcade/like the toys at the carnival that are stuck in the machine/only to be picked up, one at a time by that under deserving child/ They say hey, a famous rapper made it, you can to/  I say to them, only a hand few make it out the slums while the rest are trapped/ Trapped by a system that neither cares and no longer believes in equality/ Equality isn't disproportion/Equality is as it means, EQUALITY/ God made all man equal, guess America didn't get the memo/

To be black in america is to be alone almost…./ Some Africans hate you because you are not pure African/ Some Whites Hate you because they depict you as confrontational or non assimilated/  So if my supposed home sees me as inferior while my actually home sees me as a threat because I’m black, where is one to go?  Stuck in two landscapes, the subdivision right beside the ghetto or the suburbs isolated from reality carefree and in solitary, or be in an urban community and be with my people but never being quite understood, only listened to only when what I say comes to fruition/ Wonder how Malcolm X felt when he woke up and started trying to open people minds but they wouldn't listen, or the countless philosophers who were ridiculed in their day but are now looked at as legend.

Metal Striptease

Sitting on the porcelain, defecating these present ideas of the past.  I say that statement as a double entendre  in the worst way, and in a philosophical sense.   I believed that most thoughts are universally shared, and in my case the thought of physical treason had a risen.  Ok that last phrase is too funny if your following, so is it the girl with the tattoo that worked the counter at the local burger king or the girl that I had just encountered after doing my weekly ritual of doing the laundry.  Its as if these amateur canvases were enticing to me, for once I started to see the flaws in beauty and started seeing the splendor in the girl next door.  Sure a simple picture but a picture indeed, better to frolic with her warmth than to call it night hauling myself off into a distant dream, the oblivion and ecstasy was better  with a human being than in my minds box.  Our sex is Gods smile, its just immaculate  and blissful.  Blissful thinking is what keeps individuals from worrying about the test results that has long been done, but has never been received due to that individuals fear of being positive.  I wonder does that make him a cynic, or pessimistic, or maybe does it make that man or women just plain stupid.  This exposé  is my subconscious stream, I would compare it to a sexually active teenager, sometimes what comes out burns other times its just crystal clear.  No dean of academia can say I am writing incorrectly, because I do it on purpose.  I write for liberation of both mind and technique.  Wasn’t Bruce Lee an advocate for  having no technique, because he believed it restricted him from completely being dominate in his field.  I am the same, I write for the same reasons you smoke cigarettes, and drink your liquor.  Speaking of liquor, which was prohibited in the early 20th century, the same as cocaine which ran rampant in the same century I wonder what else is legal that once was narcotic.  Oh wait I know, your Freedom, food for thought, so are you Grote sly obese, or as skinny as a Victoria secret model?

Smiling Slaves

Politics was something that I always watched in amusement, often times even baffled by the constant buffoonery that candidates expressed on over stressed policies that would never materialize or go into fruition.  The most important part to these debates to me are the faces in the audience.  Some would say that the ethnicity in the audience tells you the “false” demography of America.  I would concur with that thesis, but I would also state that the emotional response from the crowd also tells a lot about how misguided we as a people not only as a Americans have come, but maybe, we as individuals have gotten.  The individual response was mind numbing.  To have so much hope in a government system that continues to allow the systematic disfranchisement of “certain” people to even be allowed just numbs me mentally.  Not only that but even if we stretch deeper, even grasping information in past occurrences like the controversial compromise of 1877, or even to the elections when Bush clearly lost the race to the white house but then was still allowed to become a president.  It still leaves one to wonder how any of these parties honestly believe that politics still works in America, if the people, in my opinion, don’t have a consistent say in important matters.  Democracy is the free and equal right of every person to participate in a system of government, often practiced by electing representatives of the “people” by the majority of the “people”.  But I guess “majority” to some mean the 1%, or maybe even to others just majority which is White America.  S o if we understand that definition to what a Democracy is and forever shall be, then why are there gaps in history were presidential elections seem to be won, not by the majority vote, but by electoral votes.  Maybe I’m not understanding government completely, so I’ll press on to something that I have more information on.  What about the Compromise of 1877.  In my interpretation of this “compromise” neither party ended up being beneficial to African Americans, striping us of our civil rights, leaving African Americans to fend for their selves, with a large majority of them ended up being murdered or put back onto plantation because they had no were else to go.  Fast forward to modern times, we still have Affirmative Action that forces companies and business to give African Americans the same opportunities that Caucasians would get.  This realization by itself should tell you that America has no agenda of ever balancing the playing field.  If the government refuses to make the playing field level and refuses to allow the masses of  everyday America to decide key decisions that involve our nation then why embrace America for a democracy anymore.  America the dystopia called Capitalism, Land of the slaves home of the wealthy.