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Words are my superpower

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Words are my superpower

Words are my superpower, I can write about anything and I’ll get an applause. I can write about dicks, pussy, murder, hate, Hitler, Putin, racism, slavery, love, sex, human nature, philosophy, psychology, self-actualization, business, finance, War, football and the Halocaust. Words are my superpower, I am superman with this shit, I overpower Kyrptonite with this shit. Superhuman strength that I carry the world in my pocket with this shit. I have become too good, dope like Marijuana baking words so high they hover over people’s consciousness. I dominate the poetry game, kill the Rap game and lecture story all the same. I am comedic and witty but also serious and intellectual. I am animalistic and beastly winning on my own like it’s not consentual. Words are my superpower, I have achieved mastery with this shit. Sure I could get even better but I am pretty fucken great with this shit. I am a content God, the best of the best like La Finalissima, no one is on my level like the laws of gravity don’t apply to me. Words are my superpower, I am number one, I am the winner. Yea, I said it, I am the shit like bowel movements after dinner. Winning like a fix, on your lips like a kiss, manhandling the wordle game like it were insane. Keep in your lane, I don’t care about your name, you all ridiculous to me, you’re all lame. Words are my superpower, I am Messi with this shit. What do you want an International trophy? I’ll get you Copa America with this shit. Words are my superpower, I took my time for all of this shit, labored for all this shit, sacrificed like Jesus for all of this shit and even if you crossed me I’ll come out tops cause I am a God of this shit. Acknowledge me now, save face, pretend you knew it from the start cause I am about spoil the ending I am the greatest of all time.

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The Narcissist II: mine

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The narcissist II: mine

I ran into an old friend I used to attend school with. He was good, in great spirits, looked healthy but he wasn’t happy with how I looked. He said, “You are so thin, is that you? You are finished.” I replied “Yea, it is me.” I replied to his sentiment disregarding the content obviously happy to see him. We engaged in a bit of small talk until he came back to his main point “You are so thin, you are finished my brother”, we exchanged pleasantries and drifted off in different directions but his comments stayed with me. It was as if he were looking down on me, it was pity, a side of schadenfreude, he was in disbelief, I felt like a disgraced fallen soildier. A couple of days before, a friend told me I had lost weight and I agreed to his observations but I didn’t think it was that bad. You mean I put on weight just to lose it again? Plausible, I was stressed and neglecting my eating schedule. Did you hear the whispers? They say I am on drugs, nyaope. Oh no! But you don’t treat me like an addict, my skin is still glowing and your girl is still on my dick! So it must be slander, yet another dirty trick from the devil. It feels like I have tumbled to the bottom and no one respects me anymore. The latest comments got to me because it was an echo, one that was rampant because it was true and I knew it. I did lose weight. Things were not that good for me. I was broke. I was not happy. I suffered. Fighting for what I believed in and my dreams of the future has been hard. Would you believe in what you believed in even if you were the only one? It has been cold and I get no love from my immediate surroundings, just disappointments. Pangs of torment piecing through my skin on a daily signaling electrical currents to my brain to induce trauma and pain. It’s a recurring occurrence, people think they are superior to me because I am struggling to feed myself, some think they own me. It doesn’t help that I am sensitive, an empath, a magnet for narcissists. Lately it seems like they have the upper hand. They keep making proclamations like:

You are mine and I own you. I bought everything you eat and you swallow my essence. I am the reason you living a good life, I own you. Your friends loves me, your whole family, they all love me, what are you going to do, they all love me, I own you, you are mine. I own everything you see here including you, you are mine. I am the pulse that gives you life and I can make you flatline if I wanted to, I own you. Your hands behind your back, you are in bondage, to my whims, my needs and everything I desire because remember, I own you. You are mine to do what I like with. You may think you have rights but you are mine and I own you. Everything you touch, your clothes, the hair, the shoes, your happiness, all mine, I own you. Get that into your mind, you are nothing without me, I own you, I can make you suffer, I can make you cry, you are mine, I own you.

Nothing worthwhile comes easy so I thank you, I learned to rely on my own wits and less upon other people. I am better. I am stronger. I will fight ahead and when I win its going to be on my terms.

I am still here, the vision is still intact, I will bulk up weight, I am stronger and I will rule. Your victory was a fleeting experience, the War is mine. I play the long game and I always win. You are wrong. I never wavered, my eyes are still on the prize, you don’t own me. All the petty humiliations were child’s play. I shrugged off your insults like dirt on my shoulders. I forecasted all your conditions like the weather and so I was prepared. You couldn’t play me even if I were a piano. I saw your power plays and opted to stand idle. I’d rather be a spectator watching you make a fool of yourself. Give them the rope, they all hang themselves if it’s got leeway. I am a sentient being and freedom is a given. I’d rather be hungry and thin than succumb to your views about my life. I never listen to anything you say. I belong to God and I have the faith of a mustard seed. You might have the cards now, but the game goes on and the deck has to be reshuffled. An early lead doesn’t guarantee you the marathon win. I am not a title deed, I have never been yours even for a second. Your perceived superiority is all in your head. The Gaslighting won’t work, I know all the facts. You can never break me even if we were playing pool. Your worst nightmare is coming to fruition, I am everything you deemed and I don’t need you. My dreams are finally gaining traction and your perceived power waning. I am coming for everything and you will acknowledge me!

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Red and Blue team

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Red and Blue team

I remember when I was young and depressed seeking an escape from the world. My life was dull and lathagic lacking any color. There was no focus to my lense and hence nothing to capture. Brain dead, I switched on the television set and a game was on. I had nothing to do and so I watched. The team with the red and blue colors played exquisite football. It was moving around in trigonometric patterns and sequences around the field. It was shared and distributed all around the field, it was one touch football. They kept the zones small and the opponents chased ceaselessly after the ball with no avail. The crowd was in awe and offered their appreciation for this type of football, they applauded, it was heaven, it was beautiful, they scored a lot of goals. The players had grace, they had elegance, they had a swagger and an arrogance. They had complete autonomy, almost like they didn’t have set positions, every role was interchangeable and vacated as the moment demanded. It was chaos and opponents didn’t have a reply, everything about that play defied structures and systems. It was a marvel to watch, the players on my screen turned the commentators into poets. I watched poetry unrevel right before my eyes and the commentators captured the magic of the moment. I fell in love, with the colors, the badge, the flags, the stadium and everything about that world. The red and blue hue spread out from my television set into my life to give it some color. From the seeds everything metastasized and blossomed into rich colors. The red and blue team saved my life.

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I know

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I know

I see all your pretensions and theatricalies,
staged with meticulous acting and false modesty,
masked in deceits that hide your true identity
like a VPN.
I know you’re a pretender.
A bystander.
I know you’re the one spreading rumors, tarnishing my name like a slander.

I know the humorous stories that you tell,
Mr. Comedian,
Kevin Hart,
“Laugh at my pain”,
I hear everyone is amused.
Why wouldn’t I be happy for you,
I am bemused.

My fingers are crossed like a Christian,
I hope you make it.
I love your crowd and how they reciprocating your energy,
you’re in sync like a Mexican wave.
Timid with your little skirts hiding in the cave.
Bitches!

I know you are intimidated by my greatness
and you pray for my downfall like a drought.
The sky is clear and I am still reigning.
I see your insincere smiles and back handed comments.
Moving and inhabiting my space like a comet.

You tell on yourself like a mirror
reflecting all your fears and insecurities.
You lack an inner campus and that’s just one of your propensities.
I know,
I reside in your mind rent free like a landlord, struggling to straighten me out like a phone cord, listen,
press record,
spoiler alert,
I win,
you might as well be reborn.
Bitches!

I know,
I know,
you worship the land I walk on.
Imitate my style
and would like my life for a mile.

I know,
I am everything you yearn to be.
I know I haunt your conscious reality.
I know you wanna be me.
Silence is not weakness,
I see everything like big brother,
trust me,
I know.

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Cotton-soft niggas

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Cotton-soft niggas

All I see is pretty niggas.
Sweet muhfuckers,
I hate it.
Like,
“How do I look? I want to take the perfect selfie”.
Damn!
If you putting on make-up, what’s the ladies supposed to do?
Oh I get it you’re a peacock nigga right?

I am tired of these soft,
ass muhfuckers.
We used to be men and now we just disappointing.
What you pouting for? 
Are you Kim Kardashian my nigga?
Are you a bitch my nigga?
Likes aren’t going to make you whole my nigga.

All I see is pretty niggas.
Sweet muhfuckers,
I hate it.
Holding their handbags and probably pads inside. Worried about how they look and how society will perceive them.
Putting on filters to hide their imperfections.
Are you a bikini model my nigga?

Pussies!
And the world is just fucking you raw.

All I see is pretty niggas.
Sweet muhfuckers,
I hate it.
Niggas who are protected from the world by their mothers.
Niggas who get their self-worth from the world. Taking pictures of the food they eat.
Guess what my nigga?
You came here alone and you dying alone.

I am tired of you peacock,
cotton-soft,
pretty muhfuckers
posing on the camera like a porno.

All I see is pretty niggas.
Sweet muhfuckers,
I hate it.
You cotton-soft niggas.
Yall are pissing me off.

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Sharing a Joint

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Sharing a joint

There’s nothing better than sharing a joint. It’s a unique experience. Participants involved in the partaking of the activity are complicit and committed. We smoke for the whole journey. When you are smoking a joint with someone you are enjoying the process and the end result. We know what we are doing, we want to get high, just to relax or have a good time. It’s a very good thing, plus it won’t kill you, unlike cigarettes, it kills off cancer. Regardless, there are many ways to die. Put in some viga or dry gin, it absolutely makes no difference to me. Remember “Life’s a bitch” on Nas’ Illmatic album, lauded by everyone as the greatest hip-hop album of all time! “Life’s a bitch, and then you die, that’s why we get high, because you never when you gonna go, Life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why we puff lye” and then that horn at the end, it is such a beautiful song. It has a Scorsese, Godfather, Scarface feel to it.

When you choose to get high, you want to alter you mood and emotions. You want to escape to travel the milky-way and different galaxies and cosmoses. Life is difficult, you want to go through it not high? Well Godspeed my brother, I wish you all the best, I need some zol in my life, it’s God’s gift to humanity, it’s good, it comes from the earth. Imagine, Monsanto can’t do anything to my weed! That is great, thanks God, we thank you for our weed. Man, I am also a better roller these days, I am beginning to perfect my cones, at the end of this year, my cones will be perfect. I can also roll slenders now, I can just about roll you any type of joint my brother. Smoking a joint with someone is such a blessed experience, it is spiritual, magical, an experience ordained by angels and life in its entirety. There also can’t be negative energy when we are smoking. There’s no attitude problem and no one is going to get raped.

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Backstab me

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Backstab me

You can’t Backstab me man,
I see you.

Even what you think I don’t know,
I see.

I saw you a long time ago.

The different smiles are all ingrained in my psyche.
Life isn’t about your senses,
that’s deception,
stay woke.

There’s a lot we don’t know and even that I know.
Slow down fella,
calm down,
I know.

I am amazing,
but control your emotions.

Just admire,
compliment
and let things be,
move along,
just a fabrication of reality.

You can’t Backstab me,
I have things sorted,
I am the best,
it takes the best to beat me.

Just know when I strike,
it’s game over.
No chance,
I wipe you out.

Let’s see how you play your cards.
Control yourself fella,
calm down,
let’s be professionals,
its okay,
we can let this discipate into the sparks of life.

But it’s still on record,
And I see you,
I remember.

You are not a friend,
You can’t Backstab me.

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Toy Story recollection

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Toy Story recollection

Man, I will never forget how Toy Story 3 made me feel, that is a classic movie, the score and musical arrangements were spot on, the animation guys, angles, cameras, shading departments, voice artists, writers, developers and everyone involved, well done for the magnificent job. Yea, “Toy Story 3” felt like it. Good job guys we had three outstanding installments, curtain call but not the guys at Pixar, they went for a 4th one and promised future installments with an epic finale! Yea, change is good. Woody just isn’t that toy anymore. I loved the 4th one, I was never disappointed, not once, I was constantly doing something, laughing, listening, being engaged with the program that I even cried, that Gaby Gaby act is deep, Gaby Gaby is not like Lotso or Stingy Pete, she just wants it to happen, she wants to be a toy that can be loved and played with like Woody once. Woody is a good guy and finally relents his voicebox to Gaby Gaby, his had his chance, bless another, we love the wisdom Shrieff Woody, and Buzz Lighter “listen to your inner voice” is the best thing ever! It has a bit of Nietzsche, children need some Nietzsche early on in their lives, give them some Karate kid to emulate, give them pride, instill confidence in their spirit, just do your best, love your kid. My first story movie was “Toy Story 2”, in 2000, I had it on cassette or VCR, whatever you call it, it was the most amazing thing ever, I liked Toy Story 2, I was in love. Toy Story 2 helped me have empathy with my toys. I always practiced caution, care and respect. I was never rough with my toys. I liked action figures, I had this cool Ninja figure with a red attire and Gohan super saisan 2 when he beat Cell, that was a big toy for me, very cool flexible, limbs and hands could imitate life, yellow hair and navy attire. A lot of my friends wanted it when I was young and so I made the executive decision to not play with my favorite toys when I was with other people. They would be envious and want to steal it away from me. No, it was not worth the risk, it was just for me eyes. “Toy Story 2” is the movie that started everything for me and then I saw “Toy Story” and it was the same for me but now, “Toy Story” was now my “Toy Story 2”

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Beef with Chelsea

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Beef with Chelsea

Chelsea will always be the club that I dispise. From my roots in England, Manchester United, you have always given me a tough time. Thank God for Cristiano Ronaldo, he is our “Magnifico” like Bruno Fernandes. He won us UEFA with his towering header. Sure Lampard equalized and sent the game to extra-time but we landed the first blow. It showed intent. Sir Alex Ferguson our leader. He gave us great moments, season after season, we won the trophies. Our worst seasons were always the seasons we finished 2nd, worse case scenario 3rd, so okay, that’s fine, we’ll go at it again the next season. That’s the lose I want in my life, Fergusons’ lose.

My story doesn’t only come from Manchester, my Chelsea story has its roots in Barcelona. From the Champions league 2009 semi-final in Samford Bridge, thank God for Iniesta, he won us the whole tournament. The semi-final was hard but we just needed 1 goal because the game ended scoreless at the Camp Nou. We got it in the 94th minute, with virtually the last kick of the game, I will never forget that day. Iniesta saved my life. Assist from Messi, who else? We won all 6 trophies, well done to Pep Guardiola for achieving that impossible feat. Puyol as our leader, the last pure defender. I will never forgive Chelsea for what happened in 2012 though. Such negative tactics at the Camp Nou. If we had scored that penalty, we would have been free. How can you miss that penalty Messi? But okay, it wasn’t our day. The last memory I have of that game is Fernando Torres rounding off Victor Valdes. It breaks my heart, I wish I could change it. We deserved so much better. We were by far better than Chelsea. We had the best chances but somehow they won. I knew Chelsea would win the Champions league that year even against the Germans in their stadium, the Allianz Areana. I mean Arjen Robben got his penalty saved by Peter Ceche. A whole great Arjen Robben, before that in the semi-finals Messi missed. This was Chelsea’s competition to lose and they didnt. I will always hate Chelsea for winning that tournament that year because they deployed negative tactics. They parked the bus and we couldn’t get through. We tried everything. We had Cristian Tello, Isaac Cuenca, Messi, Xavi, Iniesta and Cesc Fabregas and we couldn’t get that illusive third goal, we almost did, but we couldn’t. The Germans also didn’t have an answer for Chelsea’s negative bus parking tactics and worse they played that final in their own Stadium. Chelsea not only frustrated the Bayern Munich team, they frustrated the fans in the stadium and everyone watching around the world. Pep Guardiola announced that he was leaving Barcelona that week after the defeat. It was the worst week of my life and I credit Chelsea Football Club.

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Original Cheese

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Original Cheese.

I’ve been making this cheddar,
I am the original Cheese.

Niggas think they have the edge.
Lol nah,
You seeing optical illusions
Reality is spiraling out of control.

Which bitch you smash?
You mean her?
Man everyone’s had a chance,
Aim higher!

We see all your insecurities,
we know the truth.
Masquerading in falsehoods
don’t make it the truth.

You better than who?
Haha!
Funnyguy.

Shhhhhh!
Refrain from showing people
Your stupidity.

You niggas ain’t real,
Yal need to stop pretending.

I am tired of yal.

I’ve been making this cheddar,
I am the original Cheese.

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