Orange soda, whiskey, lime | Mid-day summertime;
Orange Soda,
Apple Whiskey,
Lime.
Wanted one more time.
Permanently affixed with Prime.
Said "we both must climb."
Present state of paradigm?
Not yet the sublime.
Wrong frequency?
... | Christopher David M… |
Reggae 97 | No chains on our feet now.
But are we free?
Democracy?
Bullshit.
No one asked me.
Yes,
we are free,
to be poor,
victimized
and mentally oppressed.
The oppressors rape us,
with their lies.
They try to cover our eyes.
Say "oh well,"
and let... | Christopher David M… |
Mixtape | Im running out of tape,
Getting short on play time.
So im writing down
This love poem,
From me to you;
A lover’s ryhme.
Wish this life was a casette,
Go back in time,
By hitting stop,
Then... | Christopher David M… |
Shooting stars | Shooting stars,
may last forever,
although,
we know,
that they do,
fade away soon.
Unlike you and I,
that shall always be together;
sharing this hemisphere,
existing,
under the same... | Christopher David M… |
Soul is ancient | This existence is all or nothing;
hot or cold.
My soul is ancient;
so, so old.
Scoffing soft pastels,
I graffiti this world,
hard and bold.
I do florese,
with finesse;
if you hadn't heard,
now you have been... | Christopher David M… |
Tell me im pretty | She kicked rocks;
grew tired of my inattention.
Threw up the ducees; peace out.
Let us be just, friends;
or rather distant aquantinances.
Thought she knew my intentions.
And did I forget to mention,
the rat race, that's what we're... | Christopher David M… |