Daiikiru Maximillion's Posts - HOODX 5.0: XVerse2024-03-29T06:41:26ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillionhttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/3145748925?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://hood-x.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=31uizocnxwqzs&xn_auth=noThe 6thtag:hood-x.ning.com,2016-02-07:5232573:BlogPost:2331312016-02-07T13:04:25.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>Yesterday was the anniversary of my grandmother Amanda Malone's passing 14 yrs. ago. She was humble dignified lady with a voice like a bell and a giving heart. She taught me so much just by her mere presence not to mention the concise and to the point words of wisdom I was privileged to be privy to. I love her beyond any expressible concept. She gave my mother life! She partly raised me. She loved me.<br></br>Her passing was a life changing event for me compounded by a number of other concurrent…</p>
<p>Yesterday was the anniversary of my grandmother Amanda Malone's passing 14 yrs. ago. She was humble dignified lady with a voice like a bell and a giving heart. She taught me so much just by her mere presence not to mention the concise and to the point words of wisdom I was privileged to be privy to. I love her beyond any expressible concept. She gave my mother life! She partly raised me. She loved me.<br/>Her passing was a life changing event for me compounded by a number of other concurrent spurs for disillusionment. Who I was prior to that time was no more. I was broken open and all that was hidden and confined was shaken loose. I discovered gifts stymied by societies heel on the neck. I discovered that I had been hiding in plain sight for so long. I saw through my comforting illusions. Thusly began my search for truth... again. All the roads led to here and now.<br/>Yesterday was also Bob Marley's Birthday. Powerful brother... still inspiring and teaching through music and passing comments to this day. His music has been touching my life for a long time. I am so thankful for what he gave.<br/>Now when I awoke yesterday I was not cognizant of the date's significance. Yet there was such a curiously calm quality to my being. I noticed it. It stood out to me. As I write this now I can still feel it... an almost tangible peace. I call it peace and calm but it is more or less than those. I feel they may just be mere attributes ascribed as appellations to the mere tip of the iceberg. There is much left to be seen. I just know that things are different now.<br/>I can't say whether one or the other or both events to be commemorated on that date are causes of this feeling. Perhaps they just happen to fall on the same day that something fell away from my being to reveal an underlying aspect of self that has always been there and always will be.<br/>Either way I am thankful.</p>I...tag:hood-x.ning.com,2016-01-01:5232573:BlogPost:2304682016-01-01T19:44:41.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>I…</p>
<p>I don’t know what will come of this… yet.</p>
<p>I’m facing my comeuppance… blessed.</p>
<p>Karmic aggression… quick…</p>
<p>Stone… splash</p>
<p>Spit… slap…</p>
<p>Slip… crap…</p>
<p>Gift… rapped…</p>
<p>Split tabs…</p>
<p>It… tagged…</p>
<p>Game! Bragg.</p>
<p>Is that not a fort?</p>
<p>We cannot afford more mechanics of war.</p>
<p>Through machinations madly devolved…</p>
<p>to base beings… in haste bleeding…</p>
<p>what we could be seeding.</p>
<p>It seems our dealings…</p>
<p>I…</p>
<p>I don’t know what will come of this… yet.</p>
<p>I’m facing my comeuppance… blessed.</p>
<p>Karmic aggression… quick…</p>
<p>Stone… splash</p>
<p>Spit… slap…</p>
<p>Slip… crap…</p>
<p>Gift… rapped…</p>
<p>Split tabs…</p>
<p>It… tagged…</p>
<p>Game! Bragg.</p>
<p>Is that not a fort?</p>
<p>We cannot afford more mechanics of war.</p>
<p>Through machinations madly devolved…</p>
<p>to base beings… in haste bleeding…</p>
<p>what we could be seeding.</p>
<p>It seems our dealings constitute a beating</p>
<p>of oft’ dead warhorses</p>
<p>and death knells</p>
<p>we dance to dirges…</p>
<p>What is the purpose…</p>
<p>What is the proper pose</p>
<p>some propose if not groveling?</p>
<p>On the surface triumphant yet cowering…</p>
<p>cowering from the reality and the harrowing</p>
<p>notion that delusion, illusion, and deception rule the day.</p>
<p>What are we empowering when we let such and such hold Sway?</p>
<p>I’m far from having all the answers…</p>
<p>or all the questions for that matter.</p>
<p>Don’t know if it’s me or the world that’s madder...</p>
<p>We are the world…</p>
<p>Some say there’s no matter…</p>
<p>as such…</p>
<p>Ask us when we’re tranced up…</p>
<p>or martyred or hemmed up by charges trumped up.</p>
<p>First world problems…</p>
<p>How many worlds…</p>
<p>How many pictures?</p>
<p>How many words?</p>
<p>What is not scripture?</p>
<p>What is not scripted?</p>
<p>Who’s not conscripted?</p>
<p>Where does conflict live?</p>
<p>Where does it knot?</p>
<p>Where does it stop?</p>
<p>Where does it start?</p>
<p>Where do I start?</p>
<p>Where does the world end?</p>
<p>There is no when.</p>
<p>All is movement.</p>
<p>even unseen wind…</p>
<p>The winds of change</p>
<p>blew someone’s hat down the street.</p>
<p>Chasing it, stumbling, them and Cadillac grills meet.</p>
<p>Ludicrous… liberal application of elbow grease.</p>
<p>to the wheels of the beast’s conveyance…</p>
<p>shouldering beliefs contrived and given</p>
<p>to achieve an end…</p>
<p>Perceive what is forbidden</p>
<p>and what remains unforgiven.</p>
<p>Redeemed is just a shift in perception.</p>
<p>What you deem yourself you become.</p>
<p>Some seek possession.</p>
<p>What possesses but demon?</p>
<p>What corroboration but seasons girded with trappings for reason?</p>
<p>We go with societies flow. </p>
<p>Contrary to nature,</p>
<p>we mold ourselves,</p>
<p>culling our souls for these nations,</p>
<p>committing spiritual treason.</p>
<p>The well of ancestors is deep.</p>
<p>Even the genes you don’t wish to but must keep speak.</p>
<p>Are you listening?</p>
<p>Or has the world’s noise drowned them out?</p>
<p>Many walk in shame but sound devout.</p>
<p>Who’s that whistling?</p>
<p>What’s word of mouth but needless distinction</p>
<p>for wayward diction</p>
<p>best geared to fiction by omission?</p>
<p>Hearsay I dare say is heresy of the highest order.</p>
<p>I speak universally…</p>
<p>Not under the auspices of the Holy See to no degree.</p>
<p>I seek to dispense with deception totally.</p>
<p>I won’t concede to any attempts at holding me</p>
<p>to words that didn’t come through me.</p>
<p>For these are the only verifiable divine conduits</p>
<p>upon which to base congruency.</p>
<p>I’m only true if I’m true to me.</p>
<p>You all are me.</p>
<p>We all are I.</p>
<p>I love me…</p>
<p>Open your eyes.</p>
<p>Daiikiru Maximillion.</p>Daiikiru’s 5th secondedtag:hood-x.ning.com,2015-09-28:5232573:BlogPost:2243122015-09-28T15:01:42.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>Daiikiru’s 5<sup>th seconded</sup></p>
<p>I don’t belong here.</p>
<p>The lies abound and are well tended.</p>
<p>The imposed imposes and closes walls.</p>
<p>I dare not crumble.</p>
<p>I will not grumble.</p>
<p>The attacks on my psyche will meet staunch defense.</p>
<p>This doesn’t feel like home.</p>
<p>This is a heated tomb.</p>
<p>Betrayal betrayal...</p>
<p>I have been here before.</p>
<p>I once felt so low.</p>
<p>My spirit rankles at the overt oppression.</p>
<p>I see some knuckle…</p>
<p>Daiikiru’s 5<sup>th seconded</sup></p>
<p>I don’t belong here.</p>
<p>The lies abound and are well tended.</p>
<p>The imposed imposes and closes walls.</p>
<p>I dare not crumble.</p>
<p>I will not grumble.</p>
<p>The attacks on my psyche will meet staunch defense.</p>
<p>This doesn’t feel like home.</p>
<p>This is a heated tomb.</p>
<p>Betrayal betrayal...</p>
<p>I have been here before.</p>
<p>I once felt so low.</p>
<p>My spirit rankles at the overt oppression.</p>
<p>I see some knuckle under to it.</p>
<p>Not I.</p>
<p>I will rise.</p>
<p>Only truth shall leave my lips.</p>
<p>Henceforth I am that.</p>
<p>Unapologetic.</p>
<p>Programming falls away like dead skin.</p>
<p>I am renewed in the ash.</p>
<p>I write myself out of despair’s depths.</p>
<p>I settle not.</p>
<p>I leave that for the dregs.</p>
<p>I am the water.</p>
<p>I don not the cloak of society.</p>
<p>I look past the farces.</p>
<p>I look past the trees.</p>
<p>I look past all fauna.</p>
<p>I look into the deep.</p>
<p>That’s ten eyes, five faces, five aspects…</p>
<p>Correction.</p>
<p>15 eyes…</p>
<p>Each face has a tertiary facet.</p>
<p>Baseball diamond…</p>
<p>Home base looks like a house.</p>
<p>That’s my first time making that connection.</p>
<p>Quiet like a mouse.</p>
<p>Inner insurrection.</p>
<p>Shake the farcical foundations.</p>
<p>Fruit falls far from those trees.</p>
<p>Planted on hillsides… The thievery trinity.</p>
<p>They have stolen the world and turned it on its heir.</p>
<p>What cannot be owned cannot be stolen.</p>
<p>So the stealing is naught but illusion.</p>
<p>It becomes real if you accept it and make it true to you.</p>
<p>So does balance.</p>
<p>So does equity.</p>
<p>So does reciprocity.</p>
<p>It could all be so simple.</p>
<p>But they’d rather fake it hard.</p>
<p>They… we… whatever.</p>
<p>Thinking we are clever…</p>
<p>Much is beyond the strictures of framing thought as we do.</p>
<p>Many be on their tip toes standing on a box sans the soap.</p>
<p>We need cleaning…</p>
<p>Maintenance Aquarian….</p>
<p>Gemini… Appears Rastafarian…</p>
<p>Yet there is more.</p>
<p>There is always more.</p>
<p>Roger that silly rabbits…</p>
<p>Splits harm the kids.</p>
<p>What is it that we shall build…</p>
<p>…five lion alliance?</p>
<p>Bluespyryt steps out on the right foot.</p>
<p>One step.</p>
<p>How dare these shorn arms attempt to box god.</p>
<p>Have a thousand seats or make a thousand steps.</p>
<p>Your choice.</p>
<p>The Watercourse way awaits.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Errol Percival Jr.</p>
<p>Daiikiru Maximillion</p>
<p> </p>Weightlesstag:hood-x.ning.com,2015-03-25:5232573:BlogPost:1734202015-03-25T17:42:44.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>Pages between pieces…</p>
<p>Words between lines on leaflets…</p>
<p>Silence between chimes as the wind rests…</p>
<p>The waves don’t quit.</p>
<p>The wind and water commit to symphony</p>
<p>as I commit to memory making no mockery.</p>
<p>Take a hammer to hurdles.</p>
<p>I meticulously demolish and dismantle.</p>
<p>I won’t hold you back or urge you.</p>
<p>My energy is entwined balance.</p>
<p>I watch fathers make examples.</p>
<p>I vacate spaces not meant for me and move…</p>
<p>I move…</p>
<p>Pages between pieces…</p>
<p>Words between lines on leaflets…</p>
<p>Silence between chimes as the wind rests…</p>
<p>The waves don’t quit.</p>
<p>The wind and water commit to symphony</p>
<p>as I commit to memory making no mockery.</p>
<p>Take a hammer to hurdles.</p>
<p>I meticulously demolish and dismantle.</p>
<p>I won’t hold you back or urge you.</p>
<p>My energy is entwined balance.</p>
<p>I watch fathers make examples.</p>
<p>I vacate spaces not meant for me and move…</p>
<p>I move under the impetus of intuition’s behest,</p>
<p>leaving impressions that I am bereft.</p>
<p>Celebrants check and I am blank.</p>
<p>There is nothing… Nothing is left.</p>
<p>Nothing is missed---</p>
<p>I’ve seen what’s amiss.</p>
<p>I still won’t betray it.</p>
<p>I gracefully bow out.</p>
<p>There is more… gratefulness… without a doubt.</p>
<p>My rightful place awaits.</p>
<p>No cobwebs gather.</p>
<p>I waits not in vain.</p>
<p>Errol Percival Jr. (Daiikiru Maximillion)</p>Stay readytag:hood-x.ning.com,2015-03-25:5232573:BlogPost:1734182015-03-25T15:29:40.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>In between themes…</p>
<p>Starting fresh pre-completion of prior…</p>
<p>I turn my mind loose on the leaf,</p>
<p>taking steps… edging towards the fire.</p>
<p>Closer… closer… Nearer my log to thee…</p>
<p>Documented deals…</p>
<p>Deoxy-ribonucleic acidity…</p>
<p>Tested; tried… Found true.</p>
<p>Bested by one’s own tools… of trade…</p>
<p>Finding self jaded…</p>
<p>These jewels that are played with…</p>
<p>take serious and change shit.</p>
<p>Mastermind my matrix.</p>
<p>Lead yourself,…</p>
<p>In between themes…</p>
<p>Starting fresh pre-completion of prior…</p>
<p>I turn my mind loose on the leaf,</p>
<p>taking steps… edging towards the fire.</p>
<p>Closer… closer… Nearer my log to thee…</p>
<p>Documented deals…</p>
<p>Deoxy-ribonucleic acidity…</p>
<p>Tested; tried… Found true.</p>
<p>Bested by one’s own tools… of trade…</p>
<p>Finding self jaded…</p>
<p>These jewels that are played with…</p>
<p>take serious and change shit.</p>
<p>Mastermind my matrix.</p>
<p>Lead yourself, insistent and plaintive</p>
<p>pleas from the ethers that leak into creatures</p>
<p>bidding them be creators…</p>
<p>I mold art and circumstance.</p>
<p>I wield what seems happenstance…</p>
<p>the synchronicities between which I dance</p>
<p>like witches between rain drops.</p>
<p>A dousing means dissolving.</p>
<p>So, I step lively.</p>
<p>Rod at the ready…</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Errol Percival Jr. (Daiikiru Maximillion)</p>Purple Prop King Reignstag:hood-x.ning.com,2015-03-10:5232573:BlogPost:1681242015-03-10T00:58:21.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>First world and last world.</p>
<p>Day of the time… What is the password.</p>
<p>Pure or purified the water that you pour?</p>
<p>Water falls free from the sky,</p>
<p>yet we must catch it at the store.</p>
<p>Cash is king in this tango regime.</p>
<p>It takes you.</p>
<p>Mind first as a child.</p>
<p>They break you….</p>
<p>so you can’t exist in the wild</p>
<p>Wild means free for animals.</p>
<p>What are we?</p>
<p>What are we not?</p>
<p>Before you proceed… What’s the source of your…</p>
<p>First world and last world.</p>
<p>Day of the time… What is the password.</p>
<p>Pure or purified the water that you pour?</p>
<p>Water falls free from the sky,</p>
<p>yet we must catch it at the store.</p>
<p>Cash is king in this tango regime.</p>
<p>It takes you.</p>
<p>Mind first as a child.</p>
<p>They break you….</p>
<p>so you can’t exist in the wild</p>
<p>Wild means free for animals.</p>
<p>What are we?</p>
<p>What are we not?</p>
<p>Before you proceed… What’s the source of your thought?</p>
<p>If it’s not you, how can you know what’s you and what’s not you?</p>
<p>You are sublime twine and they try to knot you.</p>
<p>Maritime ties at berth.</p>
<p>Clandestine…</p>
<p>Lies exert such influence.</p>
<p>Spell what you’re under.</p>
<p>Spell it out loud.</p>
<p>Feast your eyes on the sky and not clouds.</p>
<p>Dive deep into soul and drop doubt.</p>
<p>Leave such by the wayside.</p>
<p>This is no time to waste time</p>
<p>unless you slay it as a paradigm.</p>
<p>Crack the clock’s code.</p>
<p>Realize it’s a foot and hours are inches.</p>
<p>It’s simply a ruler bent on circular dimensions.</p>
<p>Tick tocks tempt the drum-skin’s tension.</p>
<p>All is rhythm. All is fitting.</p>
<p>Somehow Someway…</p>
<p>The hood and habit will be lifted</p>
<p>and Babbling Brook’s whoredom unveiled in the nunnery courtyard.</p>
<p>Mounting a cross on St. Peter’s Square’s obelisk….</p>
<p>What else was stolen from across the sea</p>
<p>under the holy see’s auspices?</p>
<p>And placed after Papacy Apostrophes.</p>
<p>Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen…(Sung)</p>
<p>Nah, I don’t like that song.</p>
<p>Go down Moses way down in Egypt…(Sung)</p>
<p>Nah, I don’t like that one either.</p>
<p>Gimme one mic any day over ether…</p>
<p>patience over a gesticulating preacher…</p>
<p>a rugged mane and beard over domesticated features...</p>
<p>This is what free… Damn that.</p>
<p>This is what priceless looks like.</p>
<p>Is this hubris or humility?</p>
<p>Call it what you like. I call it authenticity.</p>
<p>I compete with none so none can compete with me,</p>
<p>therein rearing resentments that some may harbor secretly.</p>
<p>I seek not for fame or acclaim.</p>
<p>Pride’s a pretty petty prison and its warden is shame.</p>
<p>Easy aim sports… It’s all in the game.</p>
<p>“You can’t win,” the scarecrow sings.</p>
<p>Gee Wiz… Are we wise?</p>
<p>Hmmm… In whose eyes?</p>
<p>Is it via the osmosis of follies?</p>
<p>Dare you be true with no apologies,</p>
<p>no qualifiers, or disclaimers?</p>
<p>Can your character be stainless?</p>
<p>I say yay. Just be more than mere claimant.</p>
<p>Be not just well crafted words and fine raiment,</p>
<p>evocative appearance and convincing statements.</p>
<p>Be you. Be full. Be whole.</p>
<p>Wholly and solely wrest all control</p>
<p>from the system’s agents pointed fingers</p>
<p>primed to press you into a mold.</p>
<p>For it or against it? Either way, sheep in a fold,</p>
<p>gathered by opposing shepherds</p>
<p>who civilly sit and break bread like brethren.</p>
<p>Dining on mutton and lamb… You and your children…</p>
<p>Then there’s turkey and ham on the day of thanksgiving.</p>
<p>It’s cold. Have a blanket. Beat it and keep it in the closet.</p>
<p>While your inner child blows comic thought balloons</p>
<p>which so clearly reveal to the not so casual observer</p>
<p>your present personality’s causative nature.</p>
<p>It all comes out in the wash…</p>
<p>what you escalate or quash…</p>
<p>Egos celebrate ego’s demise</p>
<p>in clever costumes cut from Emperor’s new clothes cloth.</p>
<p>Daiikiru Maximillion</p>Another.tag:hood-x.ning.com,2015-02-15:5232573:BlogPost:1617532015-02-15T13:30:00.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>Another…<br></br> Thank you. I think. I will.<br></br> Look how it turns out.<br></br> Yet the jewels say what’s real.<br></br> I love…<br></br> That is just like saying<br></br> I am.<br></br> I’m not fooling… anyone.<br></br> I do not care how gullible.<br></br> The victor doesn’t have to victimize to rise.<br></br> Altruism - Crystallized all ways true.<br></br> Pry per pi and phi.<br></br> Payed posers-<br></br> Played impulses-<br></br> Slain- resulting from psychic poison.<br></br> This world and that world-<br></br> layered one upon the…</p>
<p>Another…<br/> Thank you. I think. I will.<br/> Look how it turns out.<br/> Yet the jewels say what’s real.<br/> I love…<br/> That is just like saying<br/> I am.<br/> I’m not fooling… anyone.<br/> I do not care how gullible.<br/> The victor doesn’t have to victimize to rise.<br/> Altruism - Crystallized all ways true.<br/> Pry per pi and phi.<br/> Payed posers-<br/> Played impulses-<br/> Slain- resulting from psychic poison.<br/> This world and that world-<br/> layered one upon the other.<br/> Hand in hand—<br/> Scenes clear- clarity unimpaired<br/> by desired destinies that make disappointment <br/> of the divinely appointed.<br/> I have been built by intuition,<br/> humbled by former positions,<br/> misdiagnosed by pseudo-physicians.<br/> Something is lost in translation.<br/> Something is gained in translation.<br/> The essence remains in origin.<br/> My essence retains conscious collagen.<br/> I lay in the akashic sea.<br/> I fetal float.<br/> I become conduit.<br/> I don’t allow hubris to ruin it.<br/> Sync.<br/> Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion</p>Write. Ok. On it.tag:hood-x.ning.com,2015-02-14:5232573:BlogPost:1618402015-02-14T19:30:00.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>Pages upon pages</p>
<p>archived and gatherered</p>
<p>where no light is shed.</p>
<p>Why?</p>
<p>Express exemplary…</p>
<p>Free these pennings from ego,</p>
<p>Bluster, or stymieing stifling.</p>
<p>No! Balanced and level!</p>
<p>Long range rifling…</p>
<p>Close doors and windows.</p>
<p>Open the skylight.</p>
<p>Hope that I rise</p>
<p>is not the same as mustering my prana</p>
<p>and marshalling my grammar</p>
<p>and abiding in my center</p>
<p>watching chaos spin fractal webs</p>
<p>of…</p>
<p>Pages upon pages</p>
<p>archived and gatherered</p>
<p>where no light is shed.</p>
<p>Why?</p>
<p>Express exemplary…</p>
<p>Free these pennings from ego,</p>
<p>Bluster, or stymieing stifling.</p>
<p>No! Balanced and level!</p>
<p>Long range rifling…</p>
<p>Close doors and windows.</p>
<p>Open the skylight.</p>
<p>Hope that I rise</p>
<p>is not the same as mustering my prana</p>
<p>and marshalling my grammar</p>
<p>and abiding in my center</p>
<p>watching chaos spin fractal webs</p>
<p>of outcome, desire, regret and victory smokes.</p>
<p>The tapestry of this section of life…</p>
<p>Beyond editing…</p>
<p>Appreciate all aspects.</p>
<p>The story is riveting.</p>
<p>More than just a culmination of genes</p>
<p>or assignment to teams…</p>
<p>This is cleanable slate.</p>
<p>This The Force meets tabula rasa.</p>
<p>The kid could go all the way.</p>
<p>Or has he already?</p>
<p>Time will tell.</p>
<p>Rat or rate?</p>
<p>Reitirate. Will you stay true?</p>
<p>Will you relate or will you seek control?</p>
<p>The illusion of security</p>
<p>precludes the purity</p>
<p>that is free to say, “I don’t know.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion</p>Oh my heart.tag:hood-x.ning.com,2015-01-09:5232573:BlogPost:1509942015-01-09T11:30:00.000ZDaiikiru Maximillionhttps://hood-x.ning.com/profile/DaiikiruMaximillion
<p>Oh my heart,</p>
<p>you bid me cry,</p>
<p>that you may set free the rain inside.</p>
<p>This is indeed reigning time just of a different kind.</p>
<p>I’ll allow it though for just a bit of the morning.</p>
<p>I have crowns to don.</p>
<p>I have poems to pen and verses to lay.</p>
<p>I have narratives to complete and new tales to spin.</p>
<p>This life of mine intertwined with rhyme…</p>
<p>This power released to grow to my prime...</p>
<p>The quieting of the raucous din of unrequited…</p>
<p>Oh my heart,</p>
<p>you bid me cry,</p>
<p>that you may set free the rain inside.</p>
<p>This is indeed reigning time just of a different kind.</p>
<p>I’ll allow it though for just a bit of the morning.</p>
<p>I have crowns to don.</p>
<p>I have poems to pen and verses to lay.</p>
<p>I have narratives to complete and new tales to spin.</p>
<p>This life of mine intertwined with rhyme…</p>
<p>This power released to grow to my prime...</p>
<p>The quieting of the raucous din of unrequited regard…</p>
<p>Sit tall… Fit all of you into malleable mastery.</p>
<p>Manifest your greatest masterpiece yet.</p>
<p>Dig into your depths but don’t discard the dirt or hurt.</p>
<p>See it… see from whence it stems… see where it is rooted.</p>
<p>Some depths require the holding of breath.</p>
<p>Some require the holding of tongue.</p>
<p>I disengage and disembark from the pursuit of a futile ending.</p>
<p>Find me in the wind…</p>
<p>You lost me in the wind…</p>
<p>in the wind of your distraction…</p>
<p>Plying petty proclivities and pretense…</p>
<p>I see through it .</p>
<p>Sometimes we tense and we wince…</p>
<p>Knowing good and goddamned well…</p>
<p>What’s coming is not what we came for.</p>
<p>Daiikiru Maximillion</p>