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No Air

Posted in Genre - Collaborations, Genre - Emotional, Genre - Love, Genre - Spoken Word with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2012 by Mase Da Rula

 

No Air

(Poetic Collaboration between .Mase Da Rula. & Isis Sun)
.Mase Da Rula.

patiently pacing round
putrid proven paths
perceiving

pondering plentiful
pragmatic permutations
perversely

…thinking…

I….
must be afflicted
with a curse

torturous terror
torments torridly
thrashing & trashing
terrible thoughts
deep into my soul

breath lost

\./~Baby~\./

no air
has filled these lungs
since your existence
came to cessation

left without my crutch
cause nobody can replace ya

love’s livid life
left lorn
lost
long gone

what am I
to do
/…..?…..\

I’m like a bird
with no song

like a fish
and no water

like a father
with no daughter

led like a lamb
to a sacrificial slaughter

death seems minuscule
to the feelings I feel now

[.-.]tell me[.-.]

how am I suppose
to breathe with no air?

claustrophobic catastrophes
cleansing & ceasing my
calm collective

eradicating erroneously
each and everything
…I…
elastically envelope
dearly

…sincerely…

I am nothing without you

 Isis sun

cold clammy conscience
created consant complexities
corrupting

true tenacious tendencies
taunting traumatically
like thorns trapped tangibly

…sinking…
shipwrecked solitude
has chastised me from

\*your love*/

persecuted passion
pacing & promoting
pain’s propoganda
forcing false judgement calls

I fall…lifeless…

<<…breathless…>>

…Still…
love’s air
deserted spaces we
used to occupy-
no signs we’d rectify

when it seems we both desire
a sensual fire rekindled
solare flares of sweet seduction
imbue our inner core

and I need for you even
//*more*\\

marginated moments
manifested methodically
manipulate memories

…and…

I can’t forget
about
((~you~))

I’m like a book
with no cover

like a plant
with no sunlight

like a scholar
with no insight

disentegrating slowly
like a nubian star
lost in Ngame’s deep night

losing you has no place
in the love that defined
—>us<—

bountiful burdens
besiege broken
borders by
bullous beguilement

arresting all amorous
actions I attempted
to accurately apply
…affectionately…

~~I~~

….have nothing without you…

  .Mase Da Rula.

\ .and./

with nothing
who can I be?

…just a…

mindless mortal
morbidly meddling
modishly

lost within
love’s
odyssey

{~honestly~}

how am I
to survive
this oddity?

left blank
like unused scrolls
invisible syntax
not even a dot
of morse code

[-_-}truly[-_-}

half-full
waiting to be made whole

~by you~

 Isis sun

:>>my heart<<:
marches to the beats
of passion’s rhythm

…..but….

without your love as my
**music**
my thoughts become

darkened dreams
delivering
dispair & disillusion

hopeful hearts hasten
to hold on to
ardor’s fusion

~~seclusion~~

will the love we have
endure this
delusion?

repititious rancor
reduced the bond
we once enjoyed…

now the cost becomes a riddled
{{~~void~~))

{-_-] faithfully[-_-}

I realize in the end that
by your side is where I
move hastily….
to you, I….

~belong~

When It Rains, Its Just God Crying

Posted in Genre - Emotional, Genre - Spoken Word with tags , , , , , on November 27, 2010 by Mase Da Rula

When It Rains, Its Just God Crying

As the rain falls outside my window
watching the tears of god pelt the pane
a sudden emotion blankets my attention
and I begin to feel the pain of our creator
not saying I totally understand what he/she/it feels
but for the most part realizing that we as his children
as far from what was envisioned many millennium ago.

The apple has most definitely fallen far from the tree
When god made man, he made him perfect
and since that time we have fallen from atop that throne
First came that damn apple that made us lose paradise
there..we invented sin and from that point on
we invented things like war, disease, murder
and countless other gruesome atrocities.

When it rains, its just god crying
trying to wash away the sins of his children
damping the earth so that our vileness
doesn’t leave a stain upon
the white cloth of the world
So as his tears stream down from the clouds
heaven opens up for a brief moment
and as I look up there I can feel what god feels
and I cry too.

God only makes three requests of his children
Do the best you can, where you are
and with what you have now
and we as mankind have been misusing
everything we were already given
And as I sympathize with god……
I would cry too if my children forgot from whence they came.

I was once told true remorse
is never just a regret over consequence
it is a regret over motive
I know a billion apologies wouldn’t make up for our sins
but Dear Lord….
I’m sorry for making you cry.

written by
.Mase Da Rula.®©™
Diesel From Tha D Inc © 2010