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Got a fighter jet. I don't get to fly it though. Too busy thinking about you.

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Great Wall at Dawn, China.

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Intense realisation

I am really looking forward to the day I become a father.

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words pour out in tens, 10 hundreds of things,

pop to the fore, of your mind, your being,

running a race, from your thoughts they’re fleeing,

and instead of text, an ocean you’re seeing,

drop from the sea, thats the core of your being,

a drop of your father, to your mother clinging

see the power of the word is a power so freeing,

give form to thought, the future foreseeing

sitting on the balcony at dawn,

focussing on a picture you’ve drawn.

writing words, the future forlorn,

introspection, a depth of scorn,

in life, i feel like another pawn,

to my shell, i have withdrawn,

but to be content is to fly like a swan,

so to my worries, i say begone.

the beauty of rhyme is the same as of time,

gone in an instant but every moment sublime,

subliminal the messaging, its in every line,

sleeper within in your head until the right time,

waiting for emotion waiting for the crime,

burst in to colour, a red thats so fine,

not red but rust, burgundy or wine,

the power of the word, can match every clime,

combine it with rhythm combine it with grime,

paint the perfect picture, grafitti your mind,

street art with vision, bells and chimes,

spit out a penny, a nickel, spit out a dime.

landing on two feet with my past behind me,

spreading my wings daring wind to find me,

forgiving those who’ve done wrong by me,

by letting go of the ego that blinds me,

made in gods image, thats the history of man,

then divided for community into separate clans,

every family a thought, that was the grand plan,

unity through repetition of truth, in various strands, 

it says it in the bible, the torah, even in the quran,

we are but a thought, in a universe grand

but blinded in the fatality of the flaws of man 

divided in futility, cause human nature demands,

egotistical insanity, cycles, the story of canaan

fuck it, the power of the word, every war it withstands

with words alone i can reach the promised land.

that’s my mission, my path my dream,

to reach for the crown and take all the cream,

to attain perfection, union with the supreme,

i pray, of my life, let that be the theme.

so promise me father, promise me just this,

that all my words in the wind aren’t just piss,

promise me that even though the worlds amiss,

you’ll rescue me from the abyss that is bliss.

promise me, when we sit and reminisce,

that she’ll give me her love and seal it with a kiss.

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Give me the mountains, and let me find the path.

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I was raised in a sandbox next to you and her. You was holding a handgun, she was giving birth. To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what that's worth? I wonder if you ever knew, you was a role model to me first. The next day I woke up in the morning, seeing you on the news. Looked in the mirror and realised I had something to prove. You told me, "Dont be like me, just finish watching cartoons." Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Cayote in the room.

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We blew it up...

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yea im on this shit again, writing rhymes and smoking myself into a daze

20 years old to a month and 15 days, ain’t shit to show for it, i’m phazed

lost in the world, the world has lost me, 

can’t find hope, don’t know where to be

picked up some friends, lost a couple more,

circles in deficit, i guess thats another flaw

floors and 4 walls, glass on my right and glass to the fore,

forgotten the path, lost my way to the door,

repeating the same, 10 second loop, 

putting up every shot, never finding the hoop,

see my mate sat me down, said this shit had to go,

said there was no future, said the past was a ho,

but if that’s the past and and we follow the flow,

then it’s all fucked up and i’m going to blow....

There was a boy of just 15, he sat on a throne and commanded kings,

but now we wait afraid to become men, afraid to fight, afraid to sing.

we’re all angels in our own city,

but we’re lost in the world, drowning, self pity.

selfish ways, selfless haze, we’re all selfish, in our own way.

Staying up late nights, dodging behind blankets and avoiding fights

pretending to sleep waking up to bright lights,

dawn was there, i was waiting for her,

she said i shouldn't scare, she said she’d be there

there and and back again, i guess i’ve been

fucked up my pride, could’t find my queen.

shadows in my past, and a fool for a king

i might be 20, but inside it’s fifteen. 

crowning achievement, back in the day,

since then i’ve been on my way,

walking forward, running back

lonely, running the same track,

burning heart, and burning blood,

love is war, get ready, a flood.

lets go back to the back, to the start, before the lack,

of a ho, two bros and keys to the lac,

see he was my father, said so himself,

said he’d given everything for me, even his health,

but the heart, it was lost in the heath,

set me on fire, can’t find it in me to breathe,

drove past his car, parked next to the curb,

out to the left, him, with the name in the blurb,

both soldiers, that’s what they were named,

one a father, the other, lauded, famed.

he saw me coming, eyes rolled down,

could’t see his face but knew it was a frown...

how to face your son your life,

when you’ve been fucking around on your wife?

There was a boy of just 15, he sat on a throne and commanded kings,

but now we wait afraid to become men, afraid to fight, afraid to sing.

we’re all angels in our own city,

but we’re lost in the world, drowning, self pity.

selfish ways, selfless haze, we’re all selfish, in our own way.

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Huzun.

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Imperial style.

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kareobana:

Cross Section Views of Leica Lenses

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Rear window.

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I want to escape here with: mofafafa:

I want to escape here