Enter the Matrix

I don’t compare to no other,

Coz I got this other side,

He spits rhymes,

Shoots you down,

Loosens you up,

And makes ya cry,

Coz I got you scared running for your life,

Like what the fuck, who’s this guy?

Never been behind the mic,

It’s obscene,

I’ll make a scene,

Tear it up,

Like a scenario from one of your wet dreams

I’m a poetic warrior,

War torn destroyer,

I hunt for justice,

I can be Matt Murdock’s lawyer,

I’m bad meets evil,

Meets a desert eagle,

Meet you down an alley and leave you feeling fucked in the ass by Vin Diesel,

I’m student living,

I can’t do singing,

So I make rhymes in my spare time,

Split between playstation and women,

I’m just a guy,

I smoke weed,

I get high,

I do what’s right by the book,

Society’s got me hooked,

On this shitty life style,

Everyone getting shook,

Reading in the paper,

The world is falling apart,

Roll up that paper,

Take toke of my art,

Watch the world burn,

Hold your own, I got your back

Like Rorschach.,

The end is nigh,

I can say that,

It’s been a long time coming,

Look in to the future,

Looking through the other side,

Evolution is war,

And war is where we lie.

In the killing fields,

At peace lying in this post-apocalyptic battlefield,

Some off us see it coming from a mile off,

Some of us shield their eyes, their souls already lost.

As I knowingly mercilessly, bring up the dirt that’s hiding within,

I spit bile, flow so strong coming up to your shins,

I get violent with words,

I love to disturb,

Take that verb, what did you learn?

My inner peace is in pieces,

My wordplay, got me playing dead in this world in my head,

I don’t know what is down what comes up is the ground,

What side am I on?

Am I above the world now?

I see too much,

I’m see-through, such bleeding,

Insignificant life receding,

Playing on words like a politician,

Vomiting lies, you fools deserve to listen,

Don’t hate a hater who’s hating on has-beens,

Like this world that we living in,

Not long now, 

Hated by the people who live in it,

Who shit in it,

Who burn it down, blow it up,

You can see the cracks,

Nature’s fighting back,

Tsunami’s Earthquakes, Hurricanes,

The human race in pain,

We are collapsing in our self,

Suicide is a sin in it’s self,

There’s no god where we are going,

Coz we are going to hell,

Global warming is just a metaphor,

We let satan prevail.

I come to you in the dead of night,

Just before we’ve lost the fight,

Lost in past tense,

Winning is out of sight,

I speak truthfully as I fully believe,

If we choose the red pill,

Wonderland is free,

Tricked by the matrix,

We don’t deserve this,

All man should be equal,

Equality seems right,

If God made us all in his image,

Then lets imagine a world with no fads,

Give evolution back the meaning it once had,

Live in peace and happiness even if the world's gone mad. 

A Vision - Monologue

A foreshadowed look into the future,

Premonitions of a distant time,

Hidden inside a capsule,

Elements of a lost soul,

Joining in equal harmony,

Where one is lost internally,

For eternity,

In space,

No life,

Other than the light of imagination,

The colours of reality,

Merged with the nature of sustainability,

The Epiphany of realisation,

An explosion of providence,

Where man ends all life,

And the light is gone.

An Angel in Ruin (Rap/Poem)

An angel to her folks

Before she did coke.

Dropped from the cliff by Satan’s rope.

Pulled to depths of the underworld.

Turned to the Trade,

Of grade,

Left to the spade,

6 feet under,

Now she wonders, if she took a different path could it have satisfied her hunger,

In search of a reason,

In her own Garden of Eden,

Blossoming opportunities, revolting from treason.

Her capable mind, wanting to rewind time.

Holding her back, reality intact.

No going back.

It’s a lonely road.

A lonely place far away from home.

Taking a rain check, going at breakneck,

Speed,

Too much need,

Exceeding all that greed,

Expectation, elevating to the heavens,

Waiting, tension fading.

Needle at the ready

Whats the point of waiting.

A poem/rap about love and pain

See you hurt me once before and I know you’ll hurt me again,

But inside my mind,

I’m all cut up and I keep trying,

To block you out,

Imagine you sat at home cryin,

But I’d be lyin -  to myself,

If I believed you still wanted me,

Well fuck you I believe want I want to believe,

Coz you aint sat right here front of me,

You broke my heart strip me to the very bone,

Now you pushed me away from the place that I called home,

Bitch fuck you, I do what I want to do,

Loves a bitch it just takes a shit right on top of you,

Well I hope it comes rainin down,

Na I aint a dick, Im just sayin that coz I still love you,

I hate you,

You broke my heart,

I’m so confused,

Babe I just can’t face you,

You make me mad,

You make me sad,

Make me cry,

When I see you’ve moved on,

Sleeping with that other guy,

Regret that I did whatever I did to hurt you,

I’m sorry that I shut you out,

Flipped out and deserted you,

But I didn’t deserve this,

What we had was perfect,

Now I close the curtain,

Knowing that it’ll never open.

Knowing that one-day I’ll wake up,

And I won’t be hurtin,

A Modest outlook as I take a Philosophical view into the realms of the nothing.

It is human for the mind to emit beyond the borders of possibility, we hope that one day we will be able to do and achieve great things that are beyond man’s capability of the present. That is why new inventions evolve every year, why there is a constant state of recycled information and technology, because the human mind hungers for an expansive state of feasibility. Acting in theatre and films prohibits one to have an ‘outer body experience’ become something/someone different; lead a different life as our metaphysical state longs for higher ambitions beyond our grounded power. Whereas theatre is trapped within the boundaries of this dimension of reality, film is free to roam within the surreal and delve deeper into the human state of desires for us to witness something fantastical. Movies are where we can reflect and hope that one day or in another life we can aspire to be these characters and live in their wonderfully perfect or excitingly thrilling worlds. It’s what draws us into stories of any format be it a movie, play, book or even a song. We become the omnipotent ego for the narratives, taking control and gratification of these little sub-realities we call film and use it to fantasise as we go beyond the borders of possibility. It is what makes us human. 07/09/2011 – 11:45pm