Freestyle

It’s just another night of me sitting around – taking words, maybe not so bold maybe pointless but still throwing them on the wall to see who would say what about mettle and subtlety. And then without warning she rushes up on me and dances a burning one two cheek and I'm sent on a purple carpet to her beautiful cloud #9 . . . and this is exactly what my chaotic ‘I’ was in desperate need of.

And across the room a candle’s burning old but it’s much different from the familiar scent of black love at 12610 (one, twenty-6, ten).

So I kept writing til I was satisfied but something broke me and I went to pieces and my blood reached a boiling point mess so that I’d be no good at communication and right there I knew my day was done. It was time to rock & roll by myself with my love in the fiery haze and forget about the rain and the cold weather with the mother standing outside.

So I did what I do and I took my other notebook out and I free-styled for a while.

The candle’s flame eventually tired itself and blew out but I still managed to send prayers with the smoke and write my frustrations away to never forget you.

Victor Millan

Emperor

And there it was ~

I found my soul wandering alone through the ruins of the lost city wondering what’d happened to everything he knew. And it was me returning to my birthplace; a sort of homecoming to the highlands and the cold mountains breathing further and higher than my eyes will ever find. Back to the homegrown leaves and the earth she fell in love with.

And she changed like a dream and there I saw myself in the body of another man adorned in fine, colorful clothes and indigo gold. Also a scepter or a staff and a dark feathered headdress ~ reminders of prophecies when she spoke of collective lineage and a moment in time.

I saw in front of me the leader of a people ~ all so beautiful and proud. I felt the breeze running through my hair shaking the old ghosts uncomfortably out of joint,