#WriteOrDie…. The Movement Begins

Posted in General Conversation with tags on October 20, 2009 by Mase Da Rula

#WriteOrDie

For those following me on Twitter….. whenever I am posting my literary endeavors I always tag it with #WriteOrDie hashmark.

Just for clarification ..this is not me making some lame attempt to create a trending topic… this is bigger than that…

This is one man’s goal to bring literacy back to our youth.

THIS IS A MOVEMENT

For a while now our youth have fallen through the cracks of the education systems… with No Child Left Behind still plaguing us long after the Bush years.. and into Year One Obama.. we need to bring back the importance of reading..writing.. the arts back into the forefront of our children’s eyes and minds. Stop them from idolizing rappers and singers who can not even comprehend themselves.. and make it easily available for our kids do so for themselves.

#WriteOrDie

So please join me… so that my future children don’t have to live in a world of mediocrity.

Kissed By An Angel

Posted in Genre - Emotional, Genre - Love with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 22, 2014 by Mase Da Rula

Kissed By An Angel

as the light shines upon
the very fabric of my soul
illuminating my dreams
brighter than any star
the heavens could ever create

brought forth into realization
…this…
actuality becoming the totality
of everything I hold
near and dear to my heart

such feelings being enhanced
by an immaculate
radiating glory
epitomizing my story
of how I fell carelessly for thee

head over heels
in amour’s gentle bliss
feels like my entire body’s
been kissed
kissed by an angel

perfectly crafted exuberance
even god couldn’t arrange it
for things like this
are just exactly what it
the beginning of love’s eternal grip

on me

written by
.King Mase 357.®©™
Diesel From Tha D Inc.2014©

Faded Pictures

Posted in Genre - Emotional, Genre - Love with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 16, 2014 by Mase Da Rula

Faded Pictures

Staring at this moment in time,
the tears begin to roll down my face
leaving me mementos of a happier era

One where I loved you as all hell,
try as I might not to feel so passionately,
knowing if I let the river love flow naturally
that you would be overwhelmed…

Swept away down stream
and lost to me for all eternity
because of who I am and how I feel
is too strong for people to bare

You wonder why I strive for perfection,
cause all my flaws would murder
the perception of who I really am

Just a man…
a single individual who’s clay can not be molded
into a beautiful structure like yourself
I’m just a man
longing to be loved
and love the same

Sitting here crying enough tears to fill up oceans
I’m crying these tears of sadness
not cause I am sad to see you go
My Volatile Princess
I cry these tears because I am
not the man that owns your heart

Try as I might to occupy your every thought,
I see that my effort didn’t have the intended effect
so I stand here out in the open baring my soul to you
the cold giving my heart frostbite

I am sorry that the man
I wanna be and the man I am
do not coincide with
the darkness that allures you

Like faded pictures,
it seems like the glimmer of hope
I once had has vanished
so now all I am left with
is this moment

A Moment Stuck In Time

written by 
.KING 3-5-7.®©™ 
Diesel From Tha D Inc © 2014

Alluding the Illusion

Posted in Genre - Emotional, Genre - Spoken Word with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2014 by Mase Da Rula

alluding the illusion

seeing my vision
slowing down to a stand still
I feel sorta like I am
caught in the Matrix
existence in this pseudo reality
really doesn’t suit me well
its thick like dense fog
rolling low to the ground
in the morning time

suffocating to say the least
this stifling entity engulfing
my perception of what’s certain
binding and blinding me
from the light of whats true
this light
the substance we all live for
taken like away like child playthings
never to be seen no more

all rationale thrown to the wayside
I just want to be free from this torture
which needles away at me slowly
unjustly lodged in my brain
amounting enough pressure
to turn coal into diamonds
mentally…
words dance aimlessly
like heathens in pagan rituals

caring less and less about my lost reality
secondary it’s becoming..
welcoming the fraudulent falsehoods
like it was absolute truth
still..I question myself
how do I allude this illusion?
free myself from this morbid nexus
and take my rightful place in this duration

trying any
and everything I can to break
the shackles that bind
feels like I am peeling off my skin
one cell at a time
blood profusely soaking my fingertips
becoming mementos of my imprisonment
Can I Be Free?
or is this false life my only destiny?

I wonder….

written by
.Mase Da Rula.®©™
Diesel From Tha D Inc

To The Depths (Of A DayDream)

Posted in Genre - Emotional, Genre - Love with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 3, 2014 by Mase Da Rula

To The Depths (of my daydream)

You are like a daydream…
my eyes gaze past eternity
seeing the wonder that is you
so sublimely

Praising the day
that we met like the Sabbath
giving thanks for your entrance
into my mind

manifested over time
like grapes into wine
I ingest you daily
into my life

being subdued
by your generosity
my curiosity advances
by leaps & bounds

entranced by a women
that is seemingly profound…
never knew that emotions
this intense could found

in this heart
left desolate
tattered in ruins
completely rundown

but the warmth of you
has my optimism
on the rebound
…so tell me…

how deep is your love for me?
is it as powerful
as my mind does think?
wanting to live forever in this here dream

existing for ages in bliss
deep within the depths of me

Written by
.Mase Da Rula.
Diesel From The D Publishings Inc. ®©™

Too Old For Fairytales

Posted in Genre - Emotional, Genre - Love, Genre - Spoken Word with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2014 by Mase Da Rula
    Too Old for Fairy tales

As the time elapses
hours turn into days
days turn into weeks
& weeks turn into years

A monumental sadness
begins to take root in my heart
diminishing my joy
& my fears taking its part

growing old alone
I atoned
in my youth…
I was wild & uncouth

never give a fuck about love
lust I identified as my truth
for me and all my friends
we thought the same

fuck these bitches…
get these hoes
trapped odiously
inside the game

making a mockery
within things that go tick tock
never stopped
and watched our wreckage

as we infested women kind
like a disease
I was pleased
with what I was doing

but secretly… I was sick
for I am a hopeless romantic at my core
but all these women seen was me
being a dick & a whore

rancorously wanting
to be seen as something more
a fully robust man
sentimentally inclined

setting sail away from
my emotional Never Never Land
with love in my heart
and zeal on my mind

written by
.KING 3-5-7.®©Â™
Diesel From Tha D Inc

Practice Makes Perfect

Posted in Genre - Erotic with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 4, 2013 by Mase Da Rula

Practice Makes Perfect

take a second…
settle down for a moment
and allow this feeling to breath

inhaling
& exhaling
insurmountable ecstasy

moving intangibly
as we see
just where we need to be

never forgoing
the minor details
taking proper procedures to achieve

an unbelievable amount
of effort pushing us past
the limits of sexual proficiency

our souls
they seem to be…
meticulously aligned

similar to the arch
of your back as I approach you
from behind

there is divinity
in our movement
and our passion is sublime

I guess
practice does make perfect
wasting not a inkling

… of time

written by 
.KING 3-5-7.®©™ 
Diesel From Tha D Inc © 2012

Cruel Illusion

Posted in Genre - Emotional with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2012 by Mase Da Rula

Cruel Illusion

tormented facades
plague my consciousness
leaving my mental well being
in total upheaval

inebriated nights
turn into intoxicated weekends
lost inside a blurry void
where nothing seeps in

divested from reality
my ego has grown ill
artificially maniacal
irregular rationale

discombobulated entirely
incapable of receiving
this love you give…
label me Tin Man

a shell without a heart
rusted over sentiments
with no working
or moving parts

transformed from a man
& downgraded into to a heathen
trapped inside Oz
a zone that you can not be in

…so get lost!!

no chance for romance
left nonexistence
in the after thought
of my thoughts

where the remnants of love
are cruel and painful
aren’t worth the cost

written by
.Mase Da Rula.®©™
Diesel From Tha D Inc

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