LAKE MEDITATION

Hamzah LyricalGuerilla Faruq

[LAKE MEDITATION] When I was a boy me and my dad used to fish a lot and my dad always took something from the water. I guess he passed it on to me. This is the boat ramp where we used to fish and launch boats when we fished on the lake. the lakes name is LAKE IOMONIA and its in Tallahassee. I have seen gators of enormous proportions, big ass moccasins and all kinds of stuff in the water here. In a way that makes this poem a dedication to my dad.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIPT...
http://youtu.be/viscyKzLWDA

A lone lily which floats so prettily on the gently lapping waves of a placid lake, where a man sits on the shore and stares into nothingness.
The dragonflies flit in and out and hang in motion, seemingly suspended as crickets play their fiddles in a droning tale of lust.
The problems of the world seem to fade away on the beams of Allahs light... in this the cathedral of natures blessings.
Where there is no talking allowed... where meditation seems to extend a welcoming hand.
"Come into the fold."
In the background the trees on the other bank cast their shadows on the water as the sun kisses their leaves.
Birds sing and dance... frogs play trumpets of accompaniment... such a splended symphony.
A glint of silver as a fish breaks the waves and takes momentary flight... an insect loses his life.
A day in heaven as the cork dips beneath the waves and the ancient struggle continues between fish and man, between man and survival.
At waters edge... where tranquility is sought... chambers of overstanding as the day transpires.

hamzahfaruq

LYRICAL GUERILLA MANIFEST

[LYRICAL GUERILLA MANIFEST]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS DROP... PURE FYAH RIDDIM...

http://youtu.be/vzC2V1jjfys

A POETRY ROCKA AS I DROPPA DOT A DIS YERE INK...

LYRICS THAT WILL PAINT PICTURES ALL OVER THE SKIN OF YOUR NAKED MIND.

A FLIPPA DIS YERE TERMINOLOGY AS I TRIPS AND DIPS.

ERUPTING IN RED, BLACK, GREEN AND GOLD EXPLOSIONS ON THIS YERE WHITE PAGE.

ROOTS TWISTED AND KNARLY ALL ROUND DIS HEART.

LYRICS FALL AT MY FEET AND BOW IN ADMIRATION IN THIS BABYLONIAN NATION.

WHERE I RIPS SHREDS IN DIS YERE SCRIPT AND TAKE MENTALITIES ON TRIPS.

A LINGUISTIC GUERILLA AS I SPIN AND WEAVE... BOB AND DUCK.

A POETIC MIND FUCK OF VERBAL TRIBULATION AND STRAIGHT EDUCATION.

A METEOR WHICH ROCKETS THROUGH SPACE TO ENTER YOUR ATMOSPHERE SECONDS BEFORE STREAKING TOWARDS YOUR SURFACE... MOMENTS BEFORE I ROCK YOUR CORE.

A BLAST OF ME WHICH SWEEPS THE PLANET CLEAN... REBIRTHED POETICALLY.

AS WE LIVE AND BREATHE

[AS WE LIVE AND BREATHE] THE MIGHTY BEAST
DEDICATED TO CICLEY BINFORD THE ALL DAT MODEL OF THE DAY.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE...YOU BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/u0EM5Q3tbDo


I see you in those zebra stripes and my mind goes predatory.
Some of that lion on the prowl shit.
Pure king of the jungle notty to the core.
I smell you on the wind and I am fixated.
Stuck on your odor.
I crouch and stare... a piece of art in motion.
Thee and me moving to a primitive beat.
The prey and the beast.
A quick chase and you lie beneath... your breath comes fast and sweet.
I throw back your legs and lick at the raw of your pink... the meeting of your thighs.
Sighs of relief as we release hormones and pheromones.
Such a satisfying meal as I feast at the bounty of your abundance.
A moment before I release a mighty roar and drive into your soft flesh.
So beautiful and brown as you lay on the ground.
Who is the prey???
Who the beast???
As we live... as we cohabitate.

HAMZAHFARUQ