congestion...

when demands exceeds capacity
resources become scarce
and congestion sets in
it hits like the 515 northbound
and leaves me in dire need of nyquil
can't sleep, sit or stand still
no room to breathe
and nothing to feed on
left with my notebook and some psalms
scriptutes to cope with this mixture of feelings
distilled but with its impurities
congestion has me looking for
structure within structures
reasoning for my reasons
i'm running from silence
on the search for solitude
trying to find it riding shotgun
in midtown cab rides
or on subway platforms
minutes past 5 in the morning
keeping rhythm to marvin
starvin to find what's goin on
the ecology and the chemistry don't lie
things ain't what they used to be
children leave home, prices rise
and leaves fall
in the middle of it all
is me stuck at the junction
tape deck with no forward
or reverse function
congestion...

lost...

where are you headed??

bolivian boxing...

straight.raw.uncut.bolivian yayo.
life sometimes needs to be like that.
and sometimes that's how you need
to have things exposed to you.
and those things may not be pretty.
one can only bob and weave for so long.
til you get caught in the chin.
and when that happens...
pray you got a good cutman in your corner.

refresh

some random cat once said "When you're at the edge of a cliff, sometimes progress is a step backwards."
that being said, i wanted to drop something new up on beyondcitylimits...
but things weren't clicking tonite.
so im stepping back, blowing the dust off off something i revisited recently...
with the hopes of possibly getting it right next time around.

i cheographed seven steps to she
but couldn't score the we
lost the syncopation in breaths
form 4/4 time to 'not this time;
I dream to relapse into thoughts
that laid me to sleep...
but you can't be with me tonight
cus its a fight to forget you
and what this could have been
imagine the spin i could have put
on the poem
lost love, gained
love interrupted, then maintained.
so now we use restraint
cause steps into the name of love
is a name we can't use for this
left choregraphing three steps
into nothingness
with us crossed off the list
with the quickness
contrary to how this developed
feeling from far
and moved in to inspect
a chance to lease love
you didnt know my name and
i didn't know game
so i wasn't playin when i said
diggin you was i
me and you should try
but time flies like opportunity
and one day i can cash
these air miles in for unity
for now i flip the dance chart
back to start