The Spay Way ...

One day
One day in May
One day in May maybay 

In May maybay I heard erm say

I heard em say over the air wayves

Over the air wayves "thay say"
"Thay say thay"

"Thay say thay can spray" 

"Thay say thay can spray the way"

"Spray the way waves" 

""Spray the way waves wave"

 "The way waves wave with can spray"

With can spray
With can spray I sprayed

I spayed may
I sprayed may way

May way through the subway

Through the subway that day

Through the subway that day to spray
To spray may 

To spray may array

To spray may array of wayves

May array of wayves on ay
May array of wayves on ay trayin 

On ay trayin naymed

Naymed the Ay
Naymed the Ay-trayin

The Ay-trayin as always

 The Ay-trayin as always exclayimed

"Exlayimed "please refrayin"

"Please refrayin to spray"

"Please refrayin to spray traiyns"

"To spray trayins" but hay
But hay I just shook may
 hay I just shook may spray

  I just shook may spray and sprayed

 just shook may spray and sprayed anyways

Spayed anyways until the breayk
Sprayed anyways until the breayk ay day 

  Until the breayk ay day when thay 

When thay gayve
When thay gayve chayse
When thay gayve chayse to may 

Chayse to may through the sprayed 

Chayse to may through the sprayed laynes

To may through the sprayed lanyes as thay

 The sprayed lanyes as thay
The sprayed lanyes as thay sprayed
As thay sprayed the laynes  

As thay sprayed the laynes swayed 

The laynes swayed 

The lanes swayed the way

Swayed the way wayves

Swayed the way wayves wayved
The way wayves wayved while I swayed
While I swayed in the laynes
 While I swayed in the laynes as may brayin
As may brayin becayme
 As may brayin becayme clayimed
As may brayin becayme clayimed bay
As may brayin becayme clayimed bay the say
 As may brayin becayme clayimed bay the say of spray

  

The Existentialist Lyricist...

Now everybody from the six sixteen

Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me 

Everybody from the six sixteen put your motherfucking hands up
look, look,
I just have enough time

I just have enough time to keep it real

Just have enough time to keep it real so let me tell

So let me tell HueManny-T how I really really feel

Tell HueManny-T how I really really feel because the truth is

 The truth is it truthfully seems to me like HueManny-T 

Like HueManny-T has been popping pills

Been popping pills it seems to me 

It seems to me HueManny-T 

HueManny-T is afraid of whats really really real

 HueManny-T is afraid of whats really really real within reality

Really really real within reality forreal 

Forreal so let me keep it real with HueManny-T  

HueManny-T as you were on the mic 

As you were mic I stood silently questioning your sanity

 I stood silently questioning your sanity as it seems to me HueManny-T 

HueManny-T you been living in a fantasy

You been living a fantasy with new hope

A fantasy with new hope it seems to me HueManny-T 

Its seems to me HueManny-T on the mic 

On the mic you just cant cope

  You just cant cope so truthfully 

So truthfully I felt the need 

I felt the need to pass you a dope rope

 Pass you a dope rope and tell you to hang yourself 

Tell you to hang yourself while I give the other guy  

 While I give the the other guy my lyrical rope a dope

 My lyrical rope a dope while I take lyrical aim at your frame 

Take lyrical aim at your frame and watch you go up in smoke  

Watch you go up in smoke but don't worry HueManny- T 

Don't worry HueManny-T as i've already prewritten your eulogy

Prewritten your eulogy and supplied it with jokes

 supplied it with jokes just like how did HueManny-T

How did HueManny-T choke?

 How did HueManny-T choke before I gave him the rope?

Before I gave him the rope did he finally?

Did he finally legally change his name from HueManny-T?

Change his name from HueManny-T for the greater good of humanity

For the greater good of humanity how the hell 

how the hell you gonna have HueManny-T

How the hell you gonna have HueManny-T written on your grave stone ?

On your grave stone ill tag my tag next to the words in loving memory

Next to the words in loving memory so your family 

So your family can remember me but truthfully

Truthfully i'm done with you and the jokes

I'm done with you and the jokes because the joke is

 The joke is J-Justice you the joke

You the joke J-Justice 

You the joke J-Justice as your hailed by the kids

 Your hailed by the kids and even their dads

 Your hailed by the kids and even their dads even their moms

Your hailed by the kids and even their dads even thier moms even their dads mistresses

Your hailed by the kids but they don't even know who J-Justice really really is

They don't even know who J-Justice really really is so you tell me J-Justice 

You tell me J-Justice where the justice really really is?

  Where the justice really really is in matter of fact tell me 

In matter of fact tell me J-Justice where J-Justice really really lives?

Tell me where J-Justice really really lives so I can live out your nightmares J-Justice 

Live out your nightmares J-Justice and sit outside J-Justice's crib

Sit outside J-Justices's crib to live out my dreams J-Justice 

To live out my dreams J-Justice to show you J-Justice what justice really really is

  To show you J-Justice what justice really really is by introducing your face to my fists 

 By introducing your face to my fists to adjust your lips

  To adjust your lips to show you what the real world really really is 

To show you what the real world really really is with all its injustices

With all its injustices and with all the starving kids

  All the starving kids and with all the people that are left homeless

 With all the people that are left homeless and all the the people that are left hopeless

All the people that are left hopeless and all the people that are left hoping

All the people that are left hoping and all the people that are left moping 

All the people that are left, moping, hoping, hoping hopeless, hopeless, homeless and homeless

Homeless and let me not forget the starving kids J-Justice

J-Justice there Just kids

Just kids J-Justice so tell me where is the Justice J-Justice?

J-Justice tell me whats the justice league to the injustice league J-Justice?

J-Justice tell me in matter of fact tell the crowd what Justice is J-Justice?  

A Surrealist's Solution...

   

The memories to this one I have none

The memories to this one I have none so I was retold this one

I was retold this one and told it had begun one on one

I was retold this one and told then it became two on two

I was retold this one and told then it became three on three

I was retold this one and told then it became four on four

I was retold this one and told then it became four on four then I one

Then I one ended up on the floor on all fours

On all fours because I was all for fighting four

The memories to this one I have none

The memories to this one I have none for all I know I was on all fours at four

The memories to this one I have none for all I know I was on all fours at five

At five I still had no memory of this one so I tried to add the four to the five

I tried to add the four to the five at six

At six I tried to add the four to the five as I found myself dressed to the nines

I found myself dressed to the nines as I tried to add the six to the four to the five

I tried to add the six to the four to the five to put together two and two

To put together two and two but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved one and five

I somehow surprisingly solved one and five at seven

At seven I still had no memory of this one so I tried to times this time with the five

With the five I tried to times the one to the two to the two to the four to the six to the nine

To the nine I tried to times the six to the four to the two to the two to the one to the five

I tried to times the nine to the six to the four to the two to the two to the five to put together two and two

To put together two and two but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved nine

I somehow surprisingly solved nine so I subtracted one

So I subtracted one as I anxiously ate I somehow surprisingly solved eight

As I anxiously ate I somehow surprisingly solved eight at eight

At eight I still had no memory of this one so I tried to divide this time with the nine

With the nine I tried to divide the eight to the one to the five to the two to the two to the four to the six

To the six I tried to divide the four to the two to the two to five to the one to the eight to the nine

I tried to divide the six to the four to the two to the two to the five to the one to the eight to the nine to put together two and two

To put together two and two but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved five

I somehow surprisingly solved five at nine

At nine I still had no memory of this one so I tried to times the five to the nine

I tried to times the five to the nine but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved four and five

I somehow surprisingly solved four and five at nine

At nine I somehow surprisingly solved the solution and put together two and two

Put together two and two finally realizing that my mind's memories would forever be lost in time

Public Service Apology...

Well as you have probably guessed from my last post that I have begun to write once again. As I still strongly believe that I still have things to share. I still also believe I still have issues to resolve within myself to offer myself resolution. This post is to publicly apologize for calling 'The Beast Within A Boy' my final post. After time away I have thought about my premature statement long and hard and I believe it was foolish of me to think my journey had ended. Its ironic that I named my last public service message 'Every Ending Brings Forth A New Beginning'. My latest post can act a new beginning, so in reality my journey has just begun...

Kindest Regards

Just Another Brother    

Cafe Jouissance...

I remember the day I woke up inside

Inside the café to the bittersweet sweet smell of decafe

I remember telling the waiting waitress inside the café

I remember telling the waiting waitress about the delightful decafe

The waiting waitress had caught my watchful eyes

The waiting waitress waited watchfully

The waiting waitress waited watchfully waiting

The waiting waitress waited watchfully waiting for the catch

In matter of fact there was a catch

Imagine that in matter of fact there was a catch

Imagine that in matter of fact there was a catch and it was a chat

We went at it

We went at it as we chatted

We went at it as we chatted and acted

We went at it as we chatted and acted at the counter

We chatted and acted at the counter but every chat up line she counter acted

Imagine that the counteraction led me to act so I acted

Imagine that the counteraction led me to act so I acted with action

I acted with action

I acted with action which led to a reaction

I acted with action which led to a reaction which was passion

Which was passion but at least I can now passionately say

I can now passionately say she now wakes up next to me

Wakes up next to me in a new reality

In a new reality with her thought finally free

Finally free from the café and bittersweet sweet smell of decafe

The Beast Within The Boy...

I had arrived

I had arrived back

I had arrived back in class

I had arrived back in class with a new task 

I had arrived back in class with a new task and new smarts

I had arrived back in class with a new task and new smarts and my thoughts

My thoughts

My thoughts had crawled through the dirt

My thoughts had crawled through the dirt and had been revived

My thoughts had crawled through the dirt and had been revived inside

My thoughts had crawled through the dirt and had been revived inside this mind

My thoughts had crawled through the dirt and had been revived inside this mind of mine

This mind of mine

This mind of mine had once given me sight

This mind of mine had once given me sight to realize

This mind of mine had once given me sight to realize I could reach new heights

This mind of mine had once given me sight to realize I could reach new heights and fly

This mind of mine had once given me sight to realize I could reach new heights and fly until my thoughts fell from the skies

My thoughts fell from the skies

My thoughts fell from the skies of this mind

My thoughts fell from the skies of this mind of mine

My thoughts fell from the skies of this mind of mine with the pride

My thoughts fell from the skies of this mind of mine with the pride of life

My thoughts fell from the skies of this mind of mine with the pride of life blaming my mind

Blaming my mind

Blaming my mind my thoughts

Blaming my mind my thoughts became enflamed

Blaming my mind my thoughts became enflamed with rage

Blaming my mind my thoughts became enflamed with rage as they travelled through the flames

Blaming my mind my thoughts became enflamed with rage as they travelled through the flames caged

Through the flames caged

Through the flames caged in a cage

Through the flames caged in a cage enraged

Through the flames caged in a cage enraged chained

Through the flames caged in a cage enraged chained in chains

Through the flames caged in a cage enraged chained in chains until they realised what they were gave

We realised what we were gave

We realised what we were gave were real eyes

We realised what we were gave were real eyes and a real lease of life

We realised what we were gave were real eyes and a real lease of life in order to realise

We realised what we were gave were real eyes and real life lease of life in order to realise what lies

We realised what we were gave were real eyes and real life lease of life in order to realise what lies in the boy’s great mind

But even we were left wondering whether or not the boy was within the beast or whether the beast was within the boy? 

Every Ending Bring's Forth A New Beginning...

Every ending brings forth a new beginning. I feel that I have come along way since the beginning with regards to my writing. I have been taken to places through my writing that I thought were never imaginable. I have to admit that its been a humbling experience for me which I hope can benefit from in my future life. I am confident that I have plenty more to give with my writing in the foreseeable future, as I still amazed with what written word in capable of. I class this first series of pieces as only the beginning but only fate knows where this will lead me to. On another note I am currently working on 'Besides The Banter' which is the long awaited follow up project to 'The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother'. This project will possibly be much bigger then this one, which I hope will not disappoint. This is all I can say at this present moment with regards to that but hopefully it should be up and running in no time. I have one last surprise before I go, I was told not to start something that I couldn't finish. This means I have one final post to long awaited first series which I hope will offer some form of resolution.

Just Another Brother

The Last Thoughts From Just Another Brother...

In loving memory to everyone that I have lost and everyone that I have gained...

Can I Just Live In A Society Without No Flaws, Its Just A Dystopia A Motherfucking Dystopia, Fuck The Minks And The Fine Ass Cars…

My Heart Has Bleed To Much, Who Do You Think Gave The World The Idea Behind Loubs?, I Once Bleed So Much I Stepped In My Own Blood, You Could Paint The Town Red If You Walked In My Shoes…

My Brain Works In The day, My Brain Works Overtime At Night, It Seems My Brain Has Two Jobs And Works Hard For A Chance Of A Better Life...

If God Forgives, Is He Really Capable Of Damning Your Soul Over Sin You Choose To Commit?...

You Can't Insult My Lyrical Intelligence, When I Finally Run Out Of Words, I'll Lock Myself Up For Lyrical Negligence, Lock Myself Up For Lyrical Negligence And Throw Away The Key, When I Run Out Of Words I'll Happily Die Out In Solitary...

I Told The Undertaker To Take Me Under, As I'm Grave Digging Into My Past, I Pray My Bones Shake When I Feel The Thunder...

Art Is Word, Word Is Art, Art Is A Mirror Image Of The World, I Can Sit And Reflect, But It’s Up To Me Where I Want To Draw The Line...

There Once Was A Chosen Two, There Was Once A Chosen One, I Rather Be Chosen Then Be A part Of The Chosen None...

Pre Mediated Calculations Ruin The Fun Of Life, Sometimes The Art Of Just Living Needs To Be Added To The Equation, I Got A C In Maths, But Sometimes In Between I Forgot To Be Me, I Got Some Calculations Wrong, Which I Dealt With In The Aftermath…

I Spend Time Thinking About The Legends At Night, I Spend Time At Night, Thinking About How I'm Gonna Become A Legend In My Own Right…

Sometimes I Imagine A World Where People Didn't Care About Image, It Don't Hurt Using Your Imagination Sometimes...

Coming Up From Basement With The Intention To Be An Addict Addicted To A Life Living In The Attic...

When The Zebra Died As He Crossed The Road, Nobody Cared, They Carried On Walking, As People In Society Don't Care About Stepping On Toes, They Stepped On The Zebras Toes As It Became A New Crossing In The Road…

The Blood In My Veins Feels Like Chains Because I'm Descended From Slaves, I’m Descended From Slaves Who Were Enslaved Out In Runaway Bay…

The Shepherds Tell The Sheep To Follow The Rest Of The Herd, But When Will The Sheep Get The Wool Out Their Eyes To Realize There's Only been One Shepherd On This Earth?

Ascension in Detention...

The definitive date when they were tried I can’t remember

I can’t remember but if I try to think back I’m sure it was last November

I’m sure it was last November but thinking back I truthfully can’t remember

I truthfully can’t remember so let’s propose when they were tried it was probably December

It was probably December but still after many tries all I can remember is the wintery weather

All I can remember is the wintery weather so I don’t honestly know whether it really was December

I don’t honestly know whether it really was December as I can only remember the wintery weather

I can only remember the wintery weather so for all I know it could even have been in September

It could even have been in September but as times gone by I can only try to remember

I can only try to remember but hopefully somehow I will remember how this event transpired on my timeline

This event transpired on my timeline but the first thing truthfully that I can remember

The first thing truthfully that I can remember was that I was just a supply supplying the schools supplied lines

I was just a supply supplying the schools supplied lines at the time

At the time I was supplying the schools supplied lines at the time when children choose to commit the crime

At the time when the children choose to commit the crime I was just a supply with supplied lines at the time

At the time of the crime I took my time to supply my lines

I took my time to supply my lines to stop myself from getting tongue tied

To stop myself from getting tongue tied I supplied my lines in my good time

In my good time I took my time to supply my lines after the children finished supplying their rhymes

After the children finished supplying their rhymes I took my time

I took my time to use my imagination to get myself in the right frame of mind

To get myself in the right frame of mind I used my imagination to imagine an image at the time

At the time I used the projected picture in my head and said fall in line

I said fall in line and the cut the curse words as I supplied them with lines

I supplied them with lines which they had to write right right into their home time

They had to write right right into their home time but at first they wouldn't write right

They wouldn't write right so I made them write line after line

They had to write right right into their home time but at first they wouldn't write right

They wouldn't write right so I made them rewrite rhyme after rhyme

They had to write right right into their home time but I remember reassuring them

I remember reassuring them if they write right they would be home in no time

They had to write right right into their home time but I remember reminding them

I remember reminding them if they don't write right they would be here until midnight

I remember reminding and reassuring about writing right

After I repeated the word midnight a couple of times they began to write right

They began to write right and they wrote their names on top of each page

They wrote their names on top of each page but I refrained from calling them by their given names

I refrained from calling them by their given names so I gave them a nickname

I gave them a nickname and nicknamed them The Wright Brothers

I nicknamed them The Wright Brothers as their pens began to take flight

Their pens began to take flight  but I honestly can’t remember how many times I had to repeat the word right

I had to repeat the word right but I know I repeated it so they could get their words right

I repeated it so they could get their words right because I wanted my righteous message accepted

I wanted my righteous message accepted so the boy’s minds could finally ascend to the heavens in detention

With my righteous message the boy’s minds finally ascended to the heavens in detention

 The boy's minds finally ascended to the heavens in detention

After ascending to the heavens in detention they arrived back in class with minds of men

A Diamond Dozen...

I remember the days that I silently sat in arts and crafts

In those days as I sat in arts and crafts silently sitting perfecting my art

I sat there reading line after line

I sat there reading rhyme after rhyme

I sat sometimes messing up words and verbs from my verse

I sat sometimes reciting line after line

It got so bad one time that I refused to go out at lunchtime

Why eat when I could feed myself with words and verbs for free?

Why eat when I could feed myself with words and verbs from my verse?

When I became full sometimes I sat messing up my words and verbs sometimes on purpose

I sometimes messed up my words and verbs on purpose but I sat with a purpose

I sat with a purpose in hope that I could hopefully deliver the perfect verse

I could hopefully deliver the perfect verse but the truth is a struggled with wordy words

A perfect example of a wordy word would be the word hearse

Truthfully I didn't know how I would be able to incorporate it into my rhymes

I didn't know how I would be able to incorporate it into my rhymes because I couldn't get my vowels right

I couldn't get my vowels right as truthfully I didn't see the difference between a and e at that time

If the honest truth be told I truthfully didn't know what letter came first

All things changed that day

I remember that day like it was yesterday

I remember that day like it yesterday as my world fell into disarray

As my world fell into disarray every word from my well worded verse fell out of place

Every well worded word verse fell out of place as that motherfucker ripped my words from the page

He ripped out every well worded word

He ripped out every well worded word so I replaced everything I had to say that day

I replaced everything I had to say that day with a concoction of curse words
Literally and figuratively my words began to fly as he turn't my page into a paper plane

He came at me rhyming and jiving

He came at me rhyming and jiving in an attempt to undermine me

He attempted to undermine me but I remember telling him

I remember telling him that I don't play the dozens son so don't ease me in

Truthfully at one point I was losing so I said it aint over until the fat lady sings,

I weren't directing that to your Mama but she aint exactly slim

Honestly with your Mama at times in my rhymes I don't know where to begin

I feel exactly like how your Mama feels in the candy shop when she’s torn between

When she’s torn between all the big jawbreakers and all black liquorice sticks

But truthfully I have truly have to give you a home truth

Your Mama so fat from all the flavoured favours we turn't her bedroom into a gym

As we worked she sucked and fucked with all your family under the same roof

He was hallucinating and humiliated but it was I who took a bite of humble pie as he began his rhymes

He began his rhymes with the line well out here in Bed Stuy

Well out here in Bed Stuy I heard your mama one time got fucked by the pigs

The nasty motherfucker let them dump on her chest so she rolled round and round in pig shit

As she rolled round and round everybody could hear here squeals as more pigs entered the crib

I heard one after another they flipped the bitch and took turns splitting her shit

I even heard they ransacked the flat

I even eventually heard they ransacked your mama too as they hit her from the back

As they hit her from the back truth be told I heard there was nothing holding her back

I even heard out here on Bed Stuy that she loved the way they forced it in

Truth be told even I've cried for you as at times I feel sorry for you and all her other kids

I feel sorry for you and all the other kids coming out of that ransacked rancid crib

With me saying ransacked rancid crib I’m not talking about your home kid

Word from the curb is that you’re known as a bunch of misfortunate misfits

I replied with that's not a nice way to talk about my brother, my sister and my Mama

That's not a nice way to talk when everybody knows your Daddy has his own permanent private supply

Your Daddy has his own permanent private supply out here in Bed Stuy

That's not a nice way to talk when everybody knows when your Mama died he hit the drink

Truth be told that even one time he didn't have enough money to buy the usual supplies

He didn't have enough money so he had to do it himself and travel into the night

I heard your Daddy be hustling for houch hunched on the street corner

I even heard your Daddy put his head through a car window to get a little warmer

Just hustling for houch hunched on the street corner hoping he wouldn't see daylight

It would have been a pain to see your Daddy painfully down on his knees

Literally down on his knees with his head bobbing and weaving in between a next man’s jeans

Maybe it’s your Daddy that taught you all this rhyming and jiving

Maybe the rhyming and jiving is something he did with another man inside him

As I delivered the last line I could have sworn I saw his heart slither and slide inside him

As I watched his heart slither and slide inside him his face said it wanted to fight me

As his face spoke he raised his hand as his face raised a smile

His face raised a smile as his face said

His face said I should have listened to you when you said

When you said I don't play the dozens son so don't ease me in

Bottled Blues...

Fathers Ferment

The day you were born I saw an old man being picked up to his feet

Regrettably I regret to say I saw everything from the sore state of his side

I saw everything from the sore state of his side to all his stains on his sheets

He flared his nostrils as they helped him up to his seat

He must have wanted to recline his mind

As he must have had one of the worst feelings inside

The worst feeling for a man is when he swallows his pride

The God forsaken smell he must have smelt

He must have smelt as everybody knew that he dealt

The God forsaken smell gave a whiff you wouldn’t begin to believe

The stains were his shame and they were in full view for all eyes to see

I began to imagine his pain as he watched a wasp whisk away

He watched a wasp whisk away straight through the window pane

I bet he wished he could have whisked too so he could interact with the insect

I watched as he watched a withered spider

He watched the withered spider as they washed it away

They washed it away with its severed head and all its severed legs

It was heartbreaking to watch him to say goodbye

To watch him say goodbye to what it seemed to be a lifelong friend

My eyes were transfixed but I wasn’t intentionally investing interest

Strangely I found him interesting as I inspected him introspectively

The funny thing is felt like all eyes were on me

I have a funny feeling he wishfully waited for our eyes to meet

I could have sworn I saw his smile surrender as his eyes greeted me

It’s as if the old shaman’s senses saw something

It’s as if the old shaman saw what was going to savagely separate our family

Why didn’t he speak?

That’s the question that has always stuck with me

My senses told me to familiarize myself with the facilities familiar faces

As it turns out the facilities familiar faces are faced with the responsibility

The responsibility of fundamentally the fables fatal fatality

The fables fatal fatality occurred after me and your mother smiled simultaneously

Me and your mother smiled simultaneously as you screamed in search for speech

You screamed in search for speech

I knew it wasn’t long before you would be able to speak

I wanted you to speak in hope you could grow up to be man of your word just like me

I wanted you to grow up to be a man of your word so you could one day challenge me  

I knew it wasn’t long before you would be up and running on your feet

I wished you could run so you could run with me casually away from the pain of the casualty  

You couldn’t

So I ran alone which led me clinging to a bottle at the side of the road

As I clung to a bottle at the side of the road the hooch in my heart began to take hold

The hooch in my heart began to take hold

The hooch has a firm grip it will never let go

It will never let go of me but I’ll never let go of you

Hush little baby take a sip of your fathers fermented brew

As you sip let your heart ferment so your mothers a forgotten memory to you

Baby's Brew

I knew from the moment he stepped in he saw things others couldn't see

I could tell by the weary way he looked up at me

As he looked up it was as if he wanted to rearrange my face mentally

As he looked up it was as if he began to rearrange my face with the use of his mental capacity

He looked up at me to bring disorder to the order in order to disrupt the binaries

With disdain on his face he began to deconstruct my face

He began to deconstruct my face taking away my mouth and wanting to put another eye in its place

I felt empathy for him as I empathised my speech

It’s as if he wanted my eyes to hold all the emphasis

It’s as if he wanted to move my hands over my mouth so I couldn’t speak

It’s as if he wanted to rearrange my words in my sentences alphabetically

It’s as if he wanted to teach me the basic basis of using a well based vocabulary

I could tell from his frown with my constant used of consonants

It’s as if he wanted me to reconsider the use of my vowels

It’s as if he wanted me not to be afraid to be adventurous to add to my assortment of nouns

It’s as if he wanted my mouth to slur something scintillating

Slur something scintillating and for my lips to do something else

It’s as if he attempted to rework my rhythm of speech

Attempted to rework my rhythm of speech using sympathy to synthesize a symphony of thought

Using sympathy to synthesize a symphony of thought to string together letters

To string together letters in order to create a melody from my mouth

At times it looked like he wanted to refigure my anatomies architecture architecturally

Refigure my anatomies architecture architecturally with the use of adjectives

With the use of adjectives to inscribe and describe through the use of his eyes

Through the use of his eyes he seemed to want to rip out my oesophagus

He seemed to want to rip out my oesophagus over my misuse of my adverbs

But somehow I felt his pain when he realised he’s not always a man of his word...

Crawl Through The Dirt...

My life was a lot different to begin with in the beginning

I once thought I could float like a butterfly in the bright skies

Ironically I have been forced to grow more down to earth

Forced to grow more down to earth over the due course of my life

How things were all different once upon a time

Painfully I have to admit my dream can never be realised

That night my dream of higher living was exterminated

I was once as hard as wood but I have been broken down gradually overtime

It seems like gradually over time I have been internally eaten away by bites of a termite

Every day I used to live in fear that my dream would be robbed from me

I feared that I would be stuck up and told to hand over my dream gracefully

At night when I walked I looked over both shoulders to protect what's mine

I remember at nights I use to look over both shoulders after every six steps at least twice

Regrettably half of me still holds onto the days that I felt free

Regrettably I have to admit I used to feel everyone was essentially beneath me

It felt like I was the king of the ant hill and that I had everyone working for me

It’s funny how things can all change in a day

It’s ironic that I’m now literally beneath them all as now I feel as small as a flea

I always had the suspicion someone was out there patiently watching me

Just out there patiently waiting for the best opportunity to strike

Sometimes my mind plays tricks

But I could have sworn I saw a scorpion that night

I walked around paranoid that night as it felt all eyes were on me

It felt like there were rows of eyes

Rows of eyes coming at me in the shape of a centipede

I looked over both of my shoulders as usual that night but not out of fear

The only reason I did it essentially was to protect my dream

Essentially that’s the very reason I ended up here

Essentially that’s the very reason you find me curled up to the side in a wheelchair

The first punch I saw but I didn’t move

When it landed on me the pain stung like I had been attacked by a swarm of bees

As my memory serves me the sound of crickets drowned out my screams

I screamed out because deep down I knew I had lost it all that very day

Till this very day the pain fails to go away

I was laid out with my face down on the ground

I could have sworn I felt things crawl on me

I felt little legs trickling a little

Which if I remember right gave me the hibe jibes

I could have sworn I heard a centipede roll on by and laugh at me

I heard and saw many things that night which gave me the creeps

It was because of the pain probably

If it wasn’t I can’t stay mad at the centipede

The hardest thing I have had to do in life is swallow my pride

It’s the hardest thing I have had to do

But I couldn’t go on living with what it felt like having a beehive instead of a mind

What can I say it will have more legs then me anyway?

Truthfully I can say I remember that day like it was yesterday

That day when he slivered up from behind

He slivered up from behind and landed some punches that have realigned my life

As the punches landed the pain was like a worm

The pain felt like a worm which began to sliver down my spine

The pain felt so bad my body froze up

My body froze up and I stood still as if I was paralysed

You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that I felt inside

He had punched straight through me in the process shattering my spine

All receptors flying around like a group of flies inside me confined

His punches literally discombobulated my vertebrate

I was laid out all curled up like a slug on its side

I couldn’t feel my feet any longer

I could just about manage a little sliver and slide

This is only the middle of the story but you will know the meaning of it in good time

At the end of the story you will see how I beat all the doctors’ predictions

Even I questioned myself and thought

How am I going to survive?

I spent most of my days questioning my condition

I even questioned them as they used words out of context

I could have sworn I heard them say they were going to dissect me like an insect

They used big words out of context which literally made no sense

The words played on my head but I could not allow myself

I could not allow myself to be caught up and trapped in a spider's web

I found myself hallucinating as most of my days I spent bed ridden

I didn't talk much so they thought I was illiterate in my condition

But little did they know that I was rather well read

Well books is something I have grown to appreciate due to living a life with no legs

I once asked a spider in the corner to kindly borrow two

If only he would have shared

But unfortunately it seemed like his pride hand gone straight to his head

Once again after a while I gave up but I refused to lament

I refused to talk

I refused to attempt to walk

What actually is the point of them suggesting I should attempt?

I had to accept painfully I wouldn't walk again

I took out my inner pain on my bed linen

I accepted I wouldn't walk but to the pain there was no end

I thought to myself that I had fundamentally nothing more to prove

So that fundamentally meant I had nothing more to lose

I not ashamed to say that I once lay side by side with my excrement

All the flies flew around my head

All the flies were around me with smiles thinking I was the new messiah

They must have thought I was a gift from God and that I was heaven sent

I laid there face to face with faeces whilst trying in vain to flip my position

I tried to alter my position as I couldn't deal with the God forsaken smell

I gave up after a while as all I could do was smile even with all the itching

I remember itching so much one night that I slid and fell

It made my skin crawl but I had to swallow my pride and ask for help

I saw that the spider had withered away

Maybe the spider was a sign telling me that pride fails prevail

I was laid there face down to the ground until I was helped back to my feet

As I was helped back to my feet I had a new found feeling within me

It seemed like the metamorphosis within me was finally complete

I had finally broken from my cocoon so I could be finally free...