Planet Earth series
Published on 01 January 2020
Planet Earth
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Like a slight of your pride it hurts
When you're pushed into the system they've labeled you in
Different colours, different faces
Recycled phases of fake political spaces
Black and white - pawned on the chessboard
Hypnotised by class and status
Can't sit still, gotta make moves, right?
Bachelors, Masters, PhD
Make as much money as I can
More means access, more means status
So what's next?
Different colours, different faces
Recycled phases of fake political spaces
Another case of racism, sexism, instilled hatred
Nevermind, I'll just start a family and focus my life around that
The same old story, fam
The world spins round and round
Lessons have to get learned
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Like a slight of your pride it hurts
When you realise he or she never was yours
It was just your turn
Like an endless carousel loop
Picking your luggage as you see fit
Your insecurities and your parent's prejudices masking itself as your standards and preferences
Rebel or conformist?
And what you think you want is really just a cellotape strip covering up all your fears and uncertainties
So your heart flutters when you lock eyes with that stranger that seems to have the same concerns as yours
And then it breaks when you realise life isn't a romance novel or a love song
But you're still a romantic at heart, uh?
Sliced and diced, so your next partner you think you pick more mindfully
Then it's time to tie the knot, hahaha
Get it? You're tying your own knot
Five years later your fears and uncertainties start dripping through again
And now you're sitting in a pool entangled in that knot
Maybe with a child or two as well - luggage fuller than ever before
Discontent, hate, raise a finger, point and blame
You just want that flutter in your heart again
So what's next? Welcoming attention from outside your knot
Or catching flights not feelings
Back into different colours, different faces
Coz see, like a slight of your pride it hurts
When you realise nothing ever was yours
It was just your turn on the carousel
And everything you thought you wanted, it burns
The same old story, fam
The world spins round and round
Lessons have to get learned
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Planet Earth: New World
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Take away my pride, what hurts?
Am I really just this piece of luggage
Spinning round and round
Able to do nothing
Only to live out the same life my parents did
Of course not
Not when I have the ability for all this shape-shifting feeling and awareness
But where does it come from
Where is the source?
I need to know
Inspect the system and find out how it works
Pulling off layer after layer
Onion rings, burning eyes
Trial and error, try and another error
Pulling off layer after layer
Onion rings, but my eyes are getting used to it now
See it's too easy to finger-point blame just like my parents did and play victim
I can only play the hand I was dealt
And it was only when I rediscovered who I really am when the power just kicked in
Now I can only live life as a fearless King, fam
And I've got to face these demons doesn't matter how much money I earn
Like a game of hide and seek
Since birth, there's always been a guiding voice
Cold or warm
Can I drift out to the cold? Of course
But it's a game of discernment with my deepest feeling, intuition
So the warmth will eventually guide me home again, of course
Staying on course because it's of course
Get it? Hahaha
What's of course, it can only be the source
Coz see, when I see the discerning feeling this clearly
How can I ever go back to being vexed or perplexed
If you're with me I need you to see this
No more getting stuck in knots
Burning
My desire
Like a spark within me
Now I am burning everything around
Bodies soundly dropping about
| I need everyone to have a peep
Have a peep right now, everyone
This is an extreme outlier
This is extreme |
My desire
Like a spark within me
Now I am burning everything around
Bodies soundly dropping about
You couldn't set a proof
Let alone come up with a set
That would measure this blast
Last doesn't always mean you weren't fast
It could mean you were in store
On sale, ready to be bailed out
Of hell, so that you can have a tale to tell
Hell, it could mean you were cast aside
Not ever have been treated right
Or it could mean you have been saved
For the best of me, heat and other things
To come, and hum and hum
Sung, melodies are probably your best bet
Of gauging these beats
My desire
Like a spark within me
Now I am burning everything around
Bodies soundly dropping about
Published on 12 October 2018
Luke Hiiighwalker
What's new?
What's month of the flavour?
Do you get a sense that you're in danger?
You come up and say your stars are at war
That morals have gone out the door
That you quite don't know what's in store
Okay, sure
I come up with my lore
A shift is coming extinguishing that which I adore
Gatewaykeeper, lightsabingseeper
I'm clearly the one with access to the force
And don't worry you're not on my crash course
But your gut is certainly true
An undercurrent high pressure wave is due
And guess what, it's blue
Now, I wonder who's best adept at that
And important life tasks such as paying off their debt
Karma is pulling on the wheel
And if you're not careful enough, your skin it might peel
Causing all your little whites to reveal
Negotiation is off the table so I doubt you can push for a deal
But I suppose that's the price you pay, for in your words you conceal
Meanwhile, I'm what's real, I feel and feel, a natural heal-
Errr.. I'll send Chewy to chew on your cashews
How do you still not know I'm the empath that picks up on your issues?
And I carry all the tools that can carve out and nail down your statues
But like I said, there ain't no more bless yous for you achoos
Neither am I handing out tissues for your misuse
Published on 12 October 2018
Mythbuster
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They tell me heaven is a mind state
So now I'm just trying to think in hindsight
To prove this theory wrong or right
I'm a Mythbuster
I take these streams and I group them per cluster
My academia cannot be empirically evidenced
Because I connect with galaxies
That interpret their science and signs
In dimensions otherworldly
Out of this world, 9D, 10D
Back to this world, 3D, 4D
Only my time ticks and tocks different from yours
Everything is now in my mind
And all the things that I forget
Are still a part of me, unsustained
Unable to be contained
And this is how I am able
To taxonomise syllables with emotional beats
Similarly to the tune in which my heart beats
My last breath is somewhere out there in the waves
From Atlantic to Pacific to Indian
My range is forever eclectic and elastic
So when the carbon dioxide mixes with salt water
You get carbonic acid that sacrifices some of its protons
To become bicarbonate
So that means my spirit exists in twos
My Sun double a Capricorn
Doubled to neutralise your sour feelings
And those protons out there on their lonely
They will hit negativity
And spark up the world for now
And forever till I'm gone
And then all that's left is me as acidic oxide
Widely reactive but still able to give life
And that's where you come in to balance the equation
I need you, I need you, I need you
To ease my mind
Whenever I seem to forget what I am capable of
Published on 5 May 2018
'I Am Freed'
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Demand of insistent attention
Either something will wither or stay in contention
It could depend on word of mouth therefore I will mention
Every little thing which I believe will spark traction
Whether it be attraction or subtraction
I cause a faction as I pile together my syntax structure
Particles fluctuate
And amidst this my hope for you is to dilute
As I concentrate
Now I don't hope to take away your agency
Or place myself in the heaven's be
Nor foul all your dearest out through flagrancy
I just need you to understand that I
I vibrate on my innermost beats
My energy drifts away from capitalist cheats
And there attention sits and tells me that money speaks
Who could be so weak?
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I'm airing this because what more else is there to do
When one has already loved and died
The only essential and certainty in place for you
I feel it every day
When you look at me, you see it too
Together we could melt an igloo
I do to you what you would do for the truth
Only residually uncouth
As I cough up every demented spirit
That tries to invade this great pyramid
Of spheres, shaping us for years
And if this level is my peak,
I hope I do intrigue the future me's
To find clarity in what it seeks
Because they say I am a 1 095 weeks
Which means I've eighteenth'd my 10 000 hours
To master me, a legal skill complete
Now I can only fly per jet planes
A Jay Jay I must say as I continue to convey
And relay a story far from the mundane
You may never see it on a television screen
Because they still control how much of anyone gets to be seen
So that's commercial creed
I'll create -- publish it on the internet for you to read
Just so that you may one day feel one word, and say 'I am freed'
Published on 15 March 2018