For Lifetimes & Lifetimes [No More]

[JAH - GREEN]

For Lifetimes & Lifetimes [No More]
( T. Fila Kazi – A. Dehyart / T. Fila Kazi )

Psychose of transfer,
I’m into transport.
The route won’t marshall up the train,
My root won’t porsh all utter brain.

So who cares ? Tell me who cares.
“Me !”, One says. “Then flee !”, I lays.

There I’m sleeping waiting for an occurrence.
I’m to change without modifying my beauty stance
And sense that I’m worth greater than death I’m called at hence
Inventing reasons for living none has ever obtained and fence.

I’ve found my equilibrium and arise amongst presence
Of my own ability, new-found and new-gotten the wrongest pretense.
So I wait again, shaping real into sated realizations’ lence.
That’s truely how I am not investing more of my airance.

Psychose of transfer,
I’m into transport.
The route won’t marshall up the train,
My root won’t porsh all utter brain.

Psychose of transfer,
I’m into transport.
The route won’t marshall up the train,
My root won’t porsh all utter brain.

So who cares ? Tell me who cares.
“Me !”, One says. “Then flee !”, I lays.

He said a curse at me, to me, through me, for me only.
I distached and departed it at see, to see, through see, forsee on me.
That’s the least I could twine the guy afterwards as if I’d bleed fee ;
But that’s not how it is expensive to shy onto feelings you need me.

Why has it gone so sour since I’ve left you find your height ?
Why could I mean so powered for you and I since you’ve founded pride ?
Why this honest and bright with an opening for soul of mind ?
How cureable have you been to ever make me twine by your sight ?

This is my life !
Not somebody else’s ! The voice speaks and the ears tickles.
This is my hike !
Not somebody else’s ! The choice peaks and the fears shackles.

And I have no fears…

And you have no tears…

And we have no peers…

Psychose of transfer,
I’m into transport.
The route won’t marshall up the train,
My root won’t porsh all utter brain.

Psychose of transfer,
I’m into transport.
The route won’t marshall up the train,
My root won’t porsh all utter brain.

So who cares ? Tell me who cares.
“Me !”, One says. “Then flee !”, I lays.

We need to talk…AD LIB

Psychose and trauma engine.

Why has it gone so sour since I’ve left you find your height ?
Why could I mean so powered for you and I since you’ve founded pride ?
Why this honest and bright with an opening for soul of mind ?
How cureable have you been to ever make me twine by your sight ?

Psychose of transfer,
I’m into transport.
The route won’t marshall up the train,
My root won’t porsh all utter brain.

So who cares ? Tell me who cares.
“Me !”, One says. “Then flee !”, I lays.

(c)2008/T. Fila Kazi

[Jalili]

I beginning to like this poet,

I going to have to look them up