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Break Away Like MJ

Written by: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

02/17/2025

Whispers rise like smoke, thick with allegations,

Twisting truth and lies in tangled narrations.

A game is played but narrated different ways,

With allegations of collaboration between players and game officials.

The scorecards after four rounds read all different things,

Filtered through different narrations—one counting jabs, the other haymakers.

Allegations are a part of EVERYTHING,

From presidential selection to ego-tripping BITCHES

Bringing up mistakes of yesterday.

I can't get away from this finger-pointing narrator.

Yes, I ate her rear end like five years ago—get over it.

But he stays rent-free, making me feel ashamed of my every mistake,

And never even congratulates me when I succeed.

He reminds me all the time:

"I'm the best you will ever find."

"You need me."

Yeah, I need you...

Because what would I do if I didn't have you, my favorite demon to fight?

Hell, I might have a peaceful night.

I might stop being wrong and be right.

I might do what you said I never could.

Either way, I wouldn't have allegations launched my way

All day, every day,

By Mr. GottaHaveItMyWay.

It's time

Time to break away

Like MJ.

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What's My Genre?

Written By: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date: 02/11/2025

At a late-night rendezvous, he asked me, "What's your genre?"

My face must have oozed with confusion because he added,

"You know, music—what’s your genre?"

I pondered for a minute,

Then he hit me with, "Rock? Rap? Jazz?"

"Oh yeah, I love all of that," I said,

"But I can't call them genres."

Now his face oozed with confusion, so I went on...

Rock? That’s more like an attitude—

I use it to snap out of sadness,

Or unleash the beast when life’s got me pissed.

When I’m at war with my hood,

I turn up some George Thorogood.

"Bad to the Bone"—a classic—

Still roars so good!

A four-minute, fifty-two-second jam session,

A chance to let out my aggressions.

Jazz? That’s an energy elixir, a soul lifter.

When it's been a long day and I’m sick of it,

I stick to jazz.

Kick it to some Nick LaRocca,

And you can’t go wrong—

His smooth, like feng shui,

Melts away the stress of your day.

Check out Tiger Rag,

From when he played with the Original Dixieland Jazz Band!

And Hip-Hop? That’s a culture—

It takes an ancient way of expression to the next level,

Much like heavy metal,

But with more bass and less treble.

It weaves the mind’s propaganda into rhymes,

Lifts any mood,

And fuels Black culture movements.

From the raw and gritty—

"Fuck the Police"* by N.W.A.—

To the culture-shifting rally cry—

"Fight the Power" by Public Enemy.

Defiance in a broader, inclusive sense,

A call to action, to solidarity—

Demanding change through strength.

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The Caviar of Creativity

Written by Robby Juan Ka Nabi

Dated: [02/11/2025]

Garnishing my sense of contentment

With the embellishment of sensation,

Turning 3-star cuisines into 5-star masterpieces—

Equipped with pleasing audio,

A blissful symphony, and robust imagery,

Leveled up by creative wordplay

In a world where everything tastes great

And any scent can take you away!

Curating the Riviera,

Saturating it in sincerity with the secret weapon;

A topping to take things to the next level.

Bingo! Body lingo.

93% of communication is nonverbal.

Just watch Granny land the B13 to finish her slant.

Observe the excitement surge when you're offered that promotion at work,

Or a 180-lb sturgeon bites the bait,

What sign signals the celebration?

Oftentimes we do this without thinking.

So pay attention, my friend—

You are about to learn to mimic joyful emotion with movement,

Minus the occasion.

A mindhack of the masters

That will leave every meal you eat

Being prepared by world-renowned Culinary Icons.

So prepare to be wooed with Wolfgang’s specialty,

While Gordon Ramsay serves up his masterpiece!

Welcome to the sweet taste of imagination.

Feel free to take as many plates as you’d like. 😜

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ARUBALIZATION

WRITTEN BY: ROBBY JUAN KA NOBI

01/27/2025

In the heart of my mind, I see skies so divine,

Creating tranquility with imagined bliss,

A process called arubalization.

Perfecting the current moment, holding it briefly,

Then letting it go,

Noticing the scent of now

And how it tastes.

A moment liberated,

Free from the burden of judging all THEY say.

During arubalization, problems do not fade away,

But solutions quickly find you.

You’re engaged in mental detox,

Paving the way for answers,

Without the pollution of blame.

Exchanging worries for unspoken "I’M OK"

Or "IT’S OK" affirmations.

In seconds, the weight of the world

Becomes but a feather

For the cap of Yankee Doodle dandies cap.

No frown, no gown—

CONGRATULATIONS on finding peace!

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Hated Child

Written By: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date: 02/24/2025

In the 💜 of the debacle I stumbled and fell but rose from the ashes stronger I can tell.

In the 💜 of the debacle while life tore me apart, I found my love for art.

In the ❤️ of the debacle, along with being robbed of family, I learned to be quite handy.

In the ❤️ of the debacle, I took up a love for tobacco while losing a mindset of lacking.

In the 💜 of the debacle, I lost the fear to restart while daggers pierced my ❤️.

In the ❤️ of the debacle, I got right smart as I got my jump start to nowhere.

In the heart 💕 of the debacle, I was robbed of existence but learned to listen.

In the ❤️ of the debacle, I forever live wishing I didn't.

But now, in the 💜 of the stillness, I find a way to heal,

And with each breath, I slowly begin to feel.

In this ❤️ of hell I will prevail.

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Clydesdales Dance of Destiny

Written by: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date:02/22025

Suspense drips slow like a midnight tide,

Each breath I take holds fate inside.

I feel the anticipation of the Clydesdale,

Wondering where the hell his owner will sail.

What could make him travel through such snow?

You know he knows—this trip drips with glow,

Propelled by either vengeance or hopeful, life-changing gains.

Will it be muscles like Nick McBain?

Exhilaration takes flight like a P-51 Mustang,

Perhaps it's fortune enough to buy such a thing.

Maybe it's more MUNDANE—just a life with no complaints,

I do not know where the long road GOES.

All I know is it changes, moment by moment,

Hold a moment too long, and you are going, going, gone.

Each moment we must let go of, like releasing the dove,

Never will we know what the next moment HOLDS.

But every moment is made of gold

If you can learn to roll with it.

Enjoy life moment by moment,

No matter what it holds—boldly go with it.

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Boxing Egos For Freedom

Written by: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date: 02/19/2025

I FOUND MY MOJO

I found my mojo in the morning’s glow,

Dancing through struggles like a river’s flow.

I go toe to toe,

Moving to and fro,

Going blow by blow—

My opponent,

One we all know—

My ego.

I found my mojo in art,

The art of telling the ego no.

Counter his rebuttal with a "Yeah, so…"

Or a "Go lay down."

Sure, he tricks me into the ole runaround,

And—snap, click, bam—I'm back.

Reemerging the champ.

He tried the ole rope-a-dope,

But I hit him with the ole Smoking Joe.

He floated like a butterfly—

"Butterflies die if they be stinging at me."

If he tries, I'll let him go five.

If he's weak, I'll take him in three.

I'll bite like Mike.

Yeah, we fight every night.

He used to win.

Now I'm punching dummies,

While chewing gummies.

Grounded all year

By sensations and sound.

I FOUND MY MOJO.

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LOVING MYSELF WITH MOXIE

Written by: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date:02/26/2025

With fearless moxie, I rise each day,

Defying the storm in a bold display.

I slay the weight of work, turning it into play,

Without delay, I wake to a new holiday each day.

I penetrate procrastination with ammo of action,

Give it 5 secs and spray your AK,

Springing into act automatically,

I got a hair trigger,

I made "let's get at it" a habit.

ACT FAST!

Like I just had to have it.

But wait, there's more.

I ignore nay-sayers,

I don't hate haters,

I ignore them.

I prioritized priorities,

I prioritized this guy,

I am important,

I prioritized time to stare at the sky.

If I'm sore,

I simply

Replenish,

Rest,

Respeat

Until Restored.

I got plenty of time!

Speaking of which,

I take advantage of alone time,

And the time is now.

I allow myself to relax, unwind,

Loving me,

I'll sign that dotted line.

— Robby Juan Ka Nabi

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In the Golden Wake of Fate

Written by: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date: 02/10/2025

Golden rays kiss the succulent Earth,

A lush embrace of joy and rebirth.

Sun-kissed soil, warmed perfect for

The emergence of a herd of worms.

I cast my reel as the golden Koi

Rejoices on the savory flavor of the bait.

8 minutes into my excursion,

I emerge victorious, he fought like a sturgeon,

But it was worth it; taxidermy-worthy.

He was the universe’s way of communicating

The word now engraved on the metal plate

Of the plaque he's strapped to—"ABUNDANCE."

Later that day, on a Google-mapped path

To a future destination, I’m waltzing away,

Making good timing when I am nearly blinded

By golden aura shining. And what do I find?

A fishnet sack wrapped around a sack of gold coins.

One side reads King Mac Bethad,

And on the back, a playful Koi fish with the words

"MAKE A WISH" engraved.

The question that remains in my mind—

What kind of game is the universe trying to play with me?

A cosmic coincidence, a fortuitous intersection.

To hastily make a request would be a mistake,

When the odds of such a thing happening on a single day

Can only be explained as astronomical odds!

So I put the pouch in my pocket

And deliberate on what to say to the invisible genie

With the golden aura.

That was a decade ago,

And no wish has been wasted to this day.

Since that fateful event, I haven’t needed for a single thing.

It’s as if an entity goes before me,

I cannot see it, but I feel its energy—

An abundant source radiating to my inner being,

Leaving me forever pleased! This peace is all I ever need.

Maybe someday I’ll give away my wish,

So this bliss can be shared.

Thank you, universe, for caring as you carry me!

Sincerely,

Robby Juan Ka Nobi

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A DEEP BREATH OF BRAVADO

Written By: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date: 02/09/2025

Bravado in tow, I go where the wind blows,

Tornado or Halo, I dance the flow.

I've done the Macarena mid-hurricane,

I tangled my way through tsunami's pain,

And fandangoed in the floods' domain.

I wasn't laughing in the face of danger, as they say,

I was slaying my fear.

It's hard to stay sane when life hits like a freight train.

It takes John Wayne-like bravado to stay calm

When the bloodstains of a good friend being slayed

Rains like acid, of course, Mary Jane helps.

When face to face with a 170lb Great Dane,

You either run like Michael Phelps,

Or take your blade and turn the thing to chow mane.

If you panic when an addict is blue-faced, it's too late!

It's the same as hurrying him to the grave.

It's imperative to be unshaken in moments of desperation,

Behaving like John McClane on a mundane Monday.

The fast lane will be tempting in those times,

But restrain yourself from overreacting,

It'll get you scatter-brained,

Making mistake after mistake.

Plus, it's a campaign for chest pain.

Bravado ain't gotta be going gun-ho like the Boondocks Saint.

Bravado might just be a deep breath in place, gasping.

Bravado might be getting out of bed some days.

Let me say bravo for being brave; life's crazy!

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LIBERATED BITCH

WRITTEN BY: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date: 02/09/2025

Through life's TURBULENCES I stand tall and strong,

With every challenge I keep moving along.

With a bit of Neil Armstrong mixed with a king named Kong,

I carry on walking uncharted territory.

Barely leaping Donkey Kong's barrels I climb on,

It feels like I'm climbing to heaven without a staircase.

Stepping my way to nowhere, remaining headstrong,

Reminding myself I'll get there.

I'm the ball in a lifelong game of ping pong,

Bouncing off the walls as they try to program me to be at their BEG AND CALL.

Maintaining my mental with sing-a-longs, mahjongs,

ASMR GONG DING DONG, folk songs as I camp on.

It's just me, Robby Juan Ka Nobi, in pursuit of two things,

My KEMOSABE and a place where I belong.

I talk with the twang, nothing must be the same,

I am reprogramming my brain.

A victim of shit I couldn't control,

I am quitting the blame game, regrettably reframing things,

Unchaining the criminals, letting them go unscathed to save my sanity.

Watching them plunder my vanity while dehumanizing me,

As I let them go Scott free certainly takes the man in me.

How does being so strong leave me feeling so weak?

If this is Christianity, then Christianity isn't for me!

I'm just a man fighting for victory.

Just a man wanting mental freedom.

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HAYMAKERS AND HOLY BLOOD STAINS

WRITTEN BY: ROBBY JUAN KA NOBI

02/06/2025

Brilliance ignites in the depths of my soul,

Turning my trials to treasures of gold.

A soul stolen and sold at birth—

Will those treasures of gold TRIALS make this all worthwhile?

Truth be told, no amount in a billfold,

Even a spiritual billfold,

Is adequate pay for robbing a man of all his days.

And the road paved to these treasures of gold

Is patrolled by Stone Cold Steve Austin.

He beats my ass daily with his mental melee,

And I worked this fucking job for five years

Without a single payday.

Oh, for Christ’s sake—or so they claim—

They must HIT me WITH the haymaker.

They mold me like their own fucking clump of clay

And swear their sins are God-ordained.

They campaign this thing as a plan to unchain me,

But their motives, I truly can't explain.

A nice thing to say about the birdbrain

Running this thing? Yeah, okay!

Lord, a day in Your heavenly court

Is what it will take to make this all worthwhile.

Their faces in Your heavenly court on TRIAL,

For claiming their hate was God-ordained—

That idea makes me smile.

A damn thing I can't do, that much is true,

But in vain is not a way I will allow this to be done.

With all the hell I’ve been running through,

I grip at what is to be gained,

Indulge in the fact my past was erased by holy bloodstains.

All I can say is—I can't wait to enter heaven’s gate.

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HAYMAKERS AND HOLY BLOOD STAINS

WRITTEN BY: ROBBY JUAN KA NOBI

02/06/2025

Brilliance ignites in the depths of my soul,

Turning my trials to treasures of gold.

A soul stolen and sold at birth—

Will those treasures of gold TRIALS make this all worthwhile?

Truth be told, no amount in a billfold,

Even a spiritual billfold,

Is adequate pay for robbing a man of all his days.

And the road paved to these treasures of gold

Is patrolled by Stone Cold Steve Austin.

He beats my ass daily with his mental melee,

And I worked this fucking job for five years

Without a single payday.

Oh, for Christ’s sake—or so they claim—

They must HIT me WITH the haymaker.

They mold me like their own fucking clump of clay

And swear their sins are God-ordained.

They campaign this thing as a plan to unchain me,

But their motives, I truly can't explain.

A nice thing to say about the birdbrain

Running this thing? Yeah, okay!

Lord, a day in Your heavenly court

Is what it will take to make this all worthwhile.

Their faces in Your heavenly court on TRIAL,

For claiming their hate was God-ordained—

That idea makes me smile.

A damn thing I can't do, that much is true,

But in vain is not a way I will allow this to be done.

With all the hell I’ve been running through,

I grip at what is to be gained,

Indulge in the fact my past was erased by holy bloodstains.

All I can say is—I can't wait to enter heaven’s gate.

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Harmoniously Hidden Everywhere

Written By: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

Date:02/04/2025

In a world so vast yet so harmonious,

Melodies dance in ways so glorious.

One glance at the vast expanse, clearly, it's not accidental.

From the communication between nations that make up a UNITED marketplace,

That allows us to purchase convenience CUSTOMIZED to our needs, reasonably priced.

From the ecosystem that provides every living thing with ITS needs,

From the carbon dioxide to trees, oxygen to you and me,

As well as every member of the food chain, it works so HARMONIOUSLY.

Harmony is so easy to see but can be impossible to find at times.

You see it in the seasons of VEGETATION or in the Earth's rotations.

You see it when two young kids play together on the same day they met.

You see it when that car stops for you to cross the street.

Heck, just watch your chest during your next breath.

However, harmony hides behind worry perfectly,

And it makes it impossible to find.

Take the time and find some!

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Mother Earth's Melody

Written by: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

02/03/2025

The wind composed a symphony,

so wild yet so refined,

a melody that whispered dreams

and danced within my mind.

A dream takes place mid-day

while whisked away in the wind’s whisper.

Was it for just a minute,

a picture so vivid—

could it be painted so quick?

Or did I slip into a deeper sleep

while remaining on my feet?

Awakened by the wind's chill

like a child hopping in bed,

screaming, "Surprise!"

Sometimes it's the simplicity of the symphony

that leads to standing ovations.

Now play that same whisper

through a wind chime,

and you can literally hear nature

playing us a divine nursery rhyme,

like Mother Earth singing,

"O sweet child of mine!"

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PRETTY PLEASED WITH SPRINKLES ON TOP

WRITTEN BY: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

01/28/2025

Beneath the Moon,

the Stars spell scripts so cryptic

that a quick glance, enhanced, will miss it.

A message so hidden,

a lifelong stargazer may still not see it.

You must first know the "It" to find it.

The "It" is an entity, you see—

the "It" is you, me,

trees, animals, space, ENERGY!

When observed during stargazing,

it is love from above.

Crazy to think He created them for us!

Crazy to think He created us from dust—well, dirt.

Crazy to think He created dirt from nothing.

But what motivates The Creator to Create?

He does it because He operates

on the world's most dangerous frequency...

Love!

He resembles Granny in a sense—

"He sprinkles that ‘shit’ on everything,"

like Frank’s RedHot sauce.

"SHIT"

Sincere

Heavenly

Intimate

Tune

And when "It" hits you,

it hits like a monsoon—

the recipe for "It" includes:

The perfect amount of peace

A dash of everlasting love

And bottomless energy—

88 shakes in a stir!

WHIP IT! NEY NEY!

BAADAABANG! BAADAABOOM!

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