I feel delusional.

The world is too shallow but 

It has you drowning in the deep end

Society keeps dragging you down like an anchor 

There’s so much irony in that...

Let me iron the wrinkles out.

Stay afloat, stay float.

Don’t let the water on board.

Ride your own wave to shore.

Be sure, with who you are and what you stand for.

Rock your everlasting tide.

Don’t hide.

Life is a rollercoaster ride enjoy the amusement park.

Rosa Park your way through life.

The world is too shallow but 

It has you drowning in the deep end

The masses (hounds of society) are programmed to devour and ridicule individualism.

The remains are swept under the carpet.

“It’s a clean sweep”, society is winning by a landslide. The bleats are driving me insane.

I probably sound insane.

How was I immune from the sy-stem?

It feels like burden, I feel detached from the roots.

I branched out involuntarily.

This is advice from a defect: Individualism is your lifeguard.

Illusions of the entertainment industry by Black Onyx

You look at me and tell me that I'm beautiful
Flattered
I want to say the same but the filters confuse me
You've concealed your melanin
You've contoured your origin
You've 'fleeked' your perfection
Baby girl, you've stuck it on your lip.

You're adored for making moves
I'm inspired by that.
You tell me to believe in myself, stay true, know myself
I'm conflicted by the two faced specimen
Preaching self worth and resilience to the trend
Twerking to the lyrics that you say are forbidden.

We were warned from afar
The responsibility of power
How do you sleep at night
Knowing the next generation will be misled by your aura?

Lights, camera, action
I'm the one that's cued to make sure it happens
'Look Natural, act happy'
After 7 scenes of rehearsing.
You see the final picture and you're amazed
Not taking into consideration the deceit.
You watch them as they do as they please
They justify and exceptions arise because they are part of the species.
You live life thinking it's the epitome
You forget that without all of that...
'What definition do I have of me?'

We are engulfed by the society
That lacks emotional attachment.
We are being taught to seek refuge in a temporary illusion that not only encourages acceptance from society, but detaches us from offering our greater selves to the world.
We find comfort in statements that are driven by lust.
The impression received changes from motivation to must.
Souls left undernourished
Pussies left punished
'Only God can judge me'
Consolidation from a guilty conscious.

They call me Slay Queen.

A lot of people want to be my friend.
A lot of people love what I say.
And even plenty more love my fashion sense
and picture aesthetic.

Blue birds chirp in the background
when I walk.
Sometimes their chirps are out of tune
- I just filter all that out.
Everything is better with a filter.

An aerial shot of my hash
leaves them longing to tag along.
I’ve got the winners circle golden ticket.
To be eligible you must  be willing to
spend (someone’s) money every weekend
and look well off.

I take pictures of whatever I’m doing for my feed.
To be honest, some things I’ll do just so I can post  about it.

People like me don’t stand in queues
 - white lines are all we know.

Big brother’s reward.

Resources or lack there of?

How do I endorse my dream 

Without a dollar? Most of us are stuck in blue collar aiming for white collar.

Question is, at what cost?

I was told a salary is a bribe they give you to forget your dreams.

How true is this? It’s ironic that they call you big brother because you treat me like we’re not from the same mother.

Let nature take its course. Don’t forget we’re also animals and natural selection is applicable to us. “There are no rules in the jungle”. All along we thought we were deciphering the “animal kingdom.”

Mother Nature is so beautiful, even in her oblivion. Father Time keeps reminding me I have an expiry date and

My big brothers’ sole purpose is to bombard and use me.

To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 

   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 

Conspiring with him how to load and bless 

   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; 

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 

   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 

      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells 

   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 

And still more, later flowers for the bees, 

Until they think warm days will never cease, 

      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. 

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 

   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find 

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 

   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowingwind; 

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, 

   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 

      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: 

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 

   Steady thy laden head across a brook; 

   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, 

      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. 

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they? 

   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— 

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, 

   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn 

   Among the river sallows, borne aloft 

      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; 

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 

   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft 

   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; 

      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

When I have fears I may cease to be by John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be 

   Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, 

Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, 

   Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; 

When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, 

   Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, 

And think that I may never live to trace 

   Their shadows with the magic hand of chance; 

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, 

   That I shall never look upon thee more, 

Never have relish in the faery power 

   Of unreflecting love—then on the shore 

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think 

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Triathlon tips.

Everything in life is a choice or ripples of a choice (a reaction). Life itself is a choice. Every choice as we know it has a consequence- good or bad. Question is, how do we maintain consistency of good consequences?

In order for one to ensure that one experiences good consequences more often than not one must always keep in mind that life is a marathon, not a sprint. Decisions made could affect us our whole lives.

Discipline is the key to ripples of good consequences throughout ones life.

Discipline educates one on the importance of concepts such as consistency, sustainability, focus,  obligation and etc. Discipline is a system that facilitates the coding and incorporation of such notions into ones lifestyle.

Once established or once one has achieved goals , discipline enables one to block out notions of complacency and mediocrity. Discipline is the will power you get to wake up and tackle life. Keep pedalling.