10
Preach

There’s a rooftop here
Paved in fireflies to stars and dusk
Every cigarette I ash is ghost memory
Or phantom breath - boy, you know
your lungs aren’t little anymore?

Little like you and cousin
all baby locs and dream dealer
tucking Tupac tight blunt wraps
on rooftops / inhale twilight to
dragon chest, Black boy
you burn bright beneath blunts
lit like cool striding kamikaze Richard Pryor
engulfed in threads of red and orange hues
Ash, ghost memory, hued black

It was a pleasure to burn

Rooftop sounds of heavy sonata
Of a midsummer’s breeze / your cousin
told you, “The most powerful weapon
on earth is the human soul on fire.”
So how can your words burn slow
on the night’s canvas without a lighter?
The flint doesn’t spark anymore

The last person who said they loved you left
Fortune cookie said: “Stop searching forever.
Happiness is just next to you.” / You don’t pray,
so you brother prays for you.
Palms on Siddhartha breath at edge of river
Your composure like Juggernaut armor,
your work is love made visible
A horde of skeleton born from dragon’s teeth
Sown loose to combat insanity

Rooftop is sanctuary
You, Spartoi
Midnight marauder
of (k)night
Let ghost memory spark
alive like
Cigarette ash and sunrise
till you greet Apollo
on the
Slope

Oh, reblog my selfies?

Then we go together,

of course.

lol

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  • Trackname:

    Bohemian Grove
  • Artist:

    Ab-Soul
  • Album:

    Control System

New rings and wrist gear

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New rings and wrist gear

SHIT !

Niggas reblogging my old shit.

thedebonairman:

Three generations of legendary comedians.

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thedebonairman:

Three generations of legendary comedians.

(via dieforthemusic)

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Tomorrow I explore Brooklyn

and I’ll be adding more to this list poem narrating my experience while in New York

Aye

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Snap

Tomorrow I explore Brooklyn

and I’ll be adding more to this list poem narrating my experience while in New York

Aye

Sakamichi no Apollon / Kids on the Slope

Just broke into my list of top five anime of all time.

My new friend and I just finished watching Kids on the Slope. Fell asleep on the controller tho. Lol

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My new friend and I just finished watching Kids on the Slope. Fell asleep on the controller tho. Lol

Terra Godz sticker on the long board, ayyyeee! #onsol

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Terra Godz sticker on the long board, ayyyeee! #onsol

9

She is hurricane and illustration
He is fat wallets and ghost memory
I am observer, the teaching artist who
refuses to work a strict nine to five / there
is no Dis(ab)straction here

But we three section triforce, we
pineapple fried rice, shrimp fried rice and spicy noodle, we
midnight restaurant and Heineken, our
conversation like kamikaze procrastinating
to explode. The nostalgia feels like nebula,
like stardust, like hazy ghost memory, we
speak like apparition to Ouija board
Tongue of halos to a group of dreamers
penning affirmation to tomb stone

She is sun
He is moon
I am stars

Our conversation feels like magic
Bottles sparkling with cheers
Smiles menagerie glass
but teeth built of adamantium

Cheers

dantestarkiller:

Tsukino Usagi (月野 うさぎ ) (Y U M I - 由美 X DANTE STARKILLER)

Yumi & Starkiller bringing that feel good burning in your soul disco! 

8
The sky doesn’t break open for sun
Instead, there is rain paving the streets
Children play in the middle of the road
Giving space for their soccer game
As cars turn down different lanes
and I am there with them

The sweeper

In the rain
dreadlocks kissed in raindrops
our feet beating soccer ball down the boulevard
To the melody of raindrops / and laughter
I can’t remember the last time I’ve smiled
Through the heartache, but my teeth
broke the clouds open, for just a moment
So the sun could peak through the rain

Jealous
of the children’s laughter,

and our dowsed clothes,

and my suitcase on street curb / we’ll rendezvous

with sun once the rain


ends

7
Is this the barrio they spoke of?
Praised in honey slick cheeks
and flamenco skirts raised
to articulate the conga of her
switch / I spend more four counts
counting the similarities in cities
than their differences.

West of Queens
I can taste the cafe con leche
of Pilsen, although my tongue
still attempts to pen
the accent mark
May it drown in coffee
and milk

Arrival smells like reunion
Smells of fleeting relationships
and warm embraces / I am
comet on canvas of still cosmos
Still in search of peace and palms
Pressed tight like brother’s open prayers
Whispered at the baggage claim of New York
Please tell me I checked my luggage before I arrived here
Carried Chicago in each two step, Minneapolis bares the most weight
I’ve waited within the cadence of drizzling rain
for a long time now

And it sounds like salvation

 Folks Juking the Funk Follow @VagabondMaurice