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Monday

Journal: The Next Expedition

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In the middle of the night I began to craft the idea for a sequel to the first album I ever recorded. Seven years ago I put together an album entitled, 'Journal: An Eklektik Journey'. It was a mixture of Hiphop Spoketry. Indeed, I did make up that description. As of late I've been inspired to write poems again. This project will consist of poetry pieces written during my wee hour madness with interesting backdrops of chopped and mangled record samples. Let's see what regions of your mind and mine will be tapped during this new expedition.

days vanish..

nights cover blemishes..
sun shines brightly
when your eyes is open... to the possibility

bright star
inside

in moment with present
present in moment

flickering, flashbulb
wide eyed shutter speed
pause tap makin
photo matte
match heart rate
pulse
numbers flashin on screen

hueman beings
just being

...

fuzzy... focus clear
clearly no focus
can't hear

touch time
invisible

aquatic math in queue
counting lil fishies...

golden tube..
gloss

land of lost
found truth...
bundled up...
frostbitten
nearly dead

finger nail grew long
manicure necessary...

let's meet again soon
to discuss the rest...

Sunday

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Alright so I was writing again. You know what I do, I make a loop, I write to that loop. This right here is basically I think easy to decipher. It’s talking about… well you figure it out…

only a matter uh time for we make it to the finished line
sitting here lookin a picture of your flawless design
been workin the mines for a long time, a long wait
diggin in the crates, needle down deliverin fate…
what does it take to make the voices stop echoin
I’m trynah get settled in… black is what the pot kettled them
Excedrin, or music soothin savage beast
midnight run cut brief, infiltrated by the thought police
call me logan slowly downloading, mp3 endcoding
hard drive, wise exploding expose-in truth…
caught up in the grooves, amused by your muse
where they say the grass is greener it’s actually brown…
it’s underground, is what I have found
and for that fact I’m in love with her sound…