Five Spoken Word Ciphers That Didn't Make It To The Mic

This is a conglomerate of written ciphers intended for the mic that just didn’t make their way to the spotlight.

Enjoy.

Fat Is Sweet

Cohabitating with the thoughts, we exchange mediocre Ideas for good ones,

and then great ones,

that’s top shelf.

You’re gonna need a membership card, and pledge your allegiance to the flag

how all that glitters is gold

and stole my heart

to keep it safe in the winter cold.

U’i is her,

My favorite part.

Daisy Adams And The First Flowers

Polka dot spots on my face you were the glottal stop laced with some graced tits on my lips moving my hands to the hips I felt there was a need to butter cup you up l’ll stutter harder than some diamonds studs to hit your ears I wonder what’s different if It’s in the cut after all these years.

They noticed my craters like I was an alligator seeing them later like the Marias on the moon gets filled up with H2O to the rim of the bowl just so that the flowers and gas get recognized as a thing from the past, and the future,

You see this ciphers for the hers.

They tried to siphon gas out my Tesla while me and the boys were looking to get beamed up you know there was a time when we was smoking that alien risla in the great place of Tuscaloosa oh wait they got that pack from the Isles of Isla Sorna sorta like how you run up then snore on a high ass mountain you know they get off on their own supply my guy smelling his fingers,

and his mind,

super fried deep into the Oreo oils squeeze it hard enough you’ll get some creams in between the slugs that come out to devour the flowers late at night when even demons are frightened of that thing.

Dropping off some knowledge in your mouth to secrete the seeds only to birth the Gods that salute the creed, knees need some descant to decipher their destiny like when they’re too old to not dilapidate into mere decimals of decisions of whether or not the descendants of those knees will decant to the doctrine of destroyed knees from praying through dimensions and disconcerting themselves with dismal distresses dictating the direction of contortionist designed to dismay that dawg that constantly preaches about the doohickey we call the first woman to set the foundation that wasn’t a detriment but a determining factor in the foundation of the one I call Daisy Adams because D is The fourth letter and a square is a platform,

call that a D+, I wasn’t the greatest at math I’m sorry but the story will having you thinking “these cuts”.

Nuts in the mouth of a squirrel call that a sandy beach catching these waves like my brush is struggling to paddle out past the white wash damn these grains of sand gets lost in my sauce before I check how much Cantu costs can we please look into black owned business that specialize in black hair,

“but I don’t have that kind of money”

yeah,

yeah,

we’ll get there one day child, let’s keep praying.

Hard knocks on wood knots up the shoulda woulda could to plop up the “girl this is gonna taste good”

Yummy!

Gummy gums gummed up all in my teeth hard knocks in my socks I can tell you what’s in between the sheets!

neat sounds,

neat sounds.

what was lost is now found.

Astounding that I can create the words and phrases to gauge the names of those that came before us and bring their likeness up again through ancestral ceremony like yes grandpa I can feel you working through me and yes grandma I do write a lot about the wind and I know you’re an Aquarius,

as I live vicariously through the versions of myself that made it back home to me I wonder,

Are the versions of myself that didn’t make it back home existing in other dimensions? Consider yourself blessed that you don’t have to live through the horrors and nightmares your ancestors and the people that are relative to you lived through —that if by a slight chance the craziness that you have concocted in your brain about how bad life could get is happening somewhere else in the universe— you would be free from any ill reality that has came about in this tenacity. I pray these things. I consider myself blessed as there are versions of myself that I’ve had to let go of, that didn’t make it home for dinner, that didn’t live to see the day but would freak off into the night,

looking for something,

I’ve always been looking for something dark by nature,

In every form.

Daisy Adams, the first flower that stepped up and stepped on the dirt to trod their way into gardens and lawns on this earth I knew you were the one since before you gave birth, earth sings and the sky wears a ring and the ocean has a potion for the fire to set itself In the motion you bring.

Daisy Adams how I see you everywhere how you must permute yourself through any and every garden how you were one of the first to step on the scene the Mahi’ai knows what you mean, what’s your deal, and How to kneel to the one they call Daisy Adams the persistent flower and her feels.

Her hair curls while

Her hair flows two of the first ones to feed the fire and one to pour on the coal,

You see you both were first in your own right!

How you used your might to fight your way through the demons and vermins who would rather squeeze lemons in their eyes to fry up their lids and scream at kids like woah, easy killa you acting like some middle aged swine in the heart of Manila, vanilla in my wafers and Daisy Adams needed a night caper like woah,

okay,

frogs and turtles came first let’s see how they play with the other ones today, living through the gray, till color came around and blessed us one day, today is gonna be fruitful, just like how a lizard likes it, lick it up squeeze your lips but never spite it. we’re going to get the eggs, and we’re seizing the pods, the ones frogs had and turtles hatched on a log.

ao you DON’T think frog eggs came from the coral the ko’ako’a when the sun rose on their La Ku’oko’a to come up and one day to be sovereign as a man previously locked up, and leave the water not that it was a bother but she was the first mother to lay eggs on the sand then had a brother to only return BACK to the sea like yo all things return to the ocean kid.

For me at least.

Polka dot spots on my face you were the glottal stop laced with some graced tits on my lips moving my hands to the hips I felt there was a need to butter cup you up lll stutter harder than some diamonds studs to hit your ears I wonder what’s different if It’s in the cut after all these years.

They noticed my craters like I was an alligator seeing them later like the Maria’s on the moon gets filled up with H2O to the rim of the bowl just so that the flowers and gas get recognized as a thing from the past, and the future,

You see this cyphers for the hers.

They tried to siphon gas out my Tesla while me and the boys were looking to get beamed up you know there was a time when we was smoking that alien risla in the great state of tuscaloosa oh wait they got that pack from the isles of isla sorna sorta like how you run up then snore on a high ass mountain you know they get off on their own supply my guy smelling his fingers,

and his mind,

Super fried deep into the Oreo oils squeeze it hard enough you’ll get some creams in between the slugs that come out to devour the flowers late at night when even demons are in a fright.

Dropping off some knowledge in your mouth to secrete the seeds only to birth the Gods that salute the creed, knees need some descant to decipher their destiny like when they’re too old to not dilapidate into mere decimals of decisions of whether or not the descendants of those knees will decant to the doctrine of destroyed knees from praying through dimensions and disconcerting themselves with dismal distresses dictating the direction of contortionist designed to dismay that dawg that constantly preaches about the doohickey we call the first woman to set the foundation that wasn’t a detriment but a determining factor in the foundation of the one i call Daisy Adams because D is the fourth letter and a square is a platform,

call that a D+, I wasn’t the greatest at math I’m sorry but the story will having you thinking “these cuts”.

Nuts in the mouth of a squirrel call that a sandy beach catching these waves like my brush is struggling to paddle out past the white wash damn these grains of sand gets lost in my sauce before I check how much cantu costs can we please look into black owned business that specialize in black hair,

“But I don’t have that kind of money”

Yeah,

Yeah,

We’ll get there one day child, let’s keep praying.

Hard knocks on wood knots up the shoulda woulda could to plop up the “girl this is gonna taste good”

Yummy!

Gummy gums gummed up all in my teeth hard knocks in my socks I can tell you what’s in between the sheets!

Neat sounds,

Neat sounds.

What was lost is now found,

Astounding that I can create the words and phrases to gauge the names of those that came before us and bring their likeness up again through ancestral ceremony like yes grandpa I can feel you working through me and yes grandma I do write a lot about the wind and I know you’re an Aquarius, as I live vicariously through the versions of myself that made it back home to me I wonder,

Are the versions of myself that didn’t make it back home existing in other dimensions? Consider yourself blessed that you don’t have to live through the horrors and nightmares your ancestors and the people that are relative to you lived through —that if by a slight chance the craziness that you have concocted in your brain about how bad life could get is happening somewhere else in the universe— you would be free from any I’ll reality that has came about in this tenacity. I pray these things. I consider myself blessed as there are versions of myself that I’ve had to let go of, that didn’t make it home for dinner, that didn’t live to see the day but would freak off into the night,

looking for something,

I’ve always been looking for something dark by nature,

In every form.

Daisy Adams, the first flower that stepped up and stepped on the dirt to trod their way into garden and lawns on this earth I knew you were the one since before you gave birth, earth sings and the sky wears a ring and the ocean has a potion for the fire to set itself in motion.

Daisy Adams how I see you everywhere how you must permute yourself through any and every garden how you were one of the first to step on the scene the Mahi’ai knows what you mean, what’s your deal, and how to kneel to the one they call Daisy Adams the persistent flower and her feels.

Her hair curls while

her hair flows two of the first ones to feed the fire and one to pour on the coal,

You see you both were first in your own right!

How you used your might to fight your way through the demons and vermins who would rather squeeze lemons in their eyes to fry up their lids and scream at kids like woah, easy killa you acting like some middle aged swine in the heart of Manila, vanilla in my wafers and Daisy Adams needed a night caper like woah,

Okay,

Frogs and turtles came first let’s see how they play with The other ones today, living through the gray, till color Came around and blessed us one day, today is gonna Be fruitful, just like how a lizard likes it, lick it up Squeeze your lips but never spite it. Because we’re Going to the eggs, and we’re seizing the pods, the Ones frogs had and turtles hatched on a log.

So you DON’T think frog eggs came from the coral the ko’ako’a when the sun rose on their La Ku’oko’a to Come up and one day to be sovereign as a man Previously locked up and leave the water not that it Was a bother but she was the first mother to lay eggs On the sand then had a brother to only return BACK to The sea like yo all things return to the ocean kid,

For me at least.

Interesting.

From the darkness did we emerge and to the darkness we return Daisy Adams came from the bottom or the rock that held it down for millions of years to become the serious one with tears, near the shore you’ll find Daisy Adams with their protruding nose and supernatural tendencies you wanted something kingly come and see me, throw up these mantras out of my mouth like I fish on a southern rout, trouts for dinner I know my crocs would like that my soul is pure like I put them on my feet and I trod through the concrete jungle street singing the songs of MY people telling you the tales of Daisy Adams the Hawaiian Diamond Girl and the Crocodile that Loves Lava.

I tell you that Daisy Adams is three piece for me, I tell my secrets that are free and to the keen observer that would snoop double OG through my life, call, state your fan theories I’ll reconsider it with strife.

Some came out of the water,

another fell from heaven,

The reverend has told stories about this day,

the preacher man would get up, unleash his soul and pray,

that two beings would come for his family, that one would come from the depths to tell me the secrets,

and one would fly down to take me home.

Tell me Daisy Adams,

would you tell me your secrets?

Will you take me home?

Is the sky as deep,

as the water is cold?

‘Oiwi Pō

Nothing consumes light like the darkness, pulling from the closet a black dress. I'm impressed by this empress who throws up black clay from her mouth in the back of time when the skies were gray filled with an array of rain that claimed the dry and heaviness of a lions mane.

We aren’t from here, and we were never supposed to be here this long.

Nuff said.

The world was in disarray as food was scarce and molded from the clay.

We came in our ships, to restore the balance of light and darkness between the frog and the sharks nest.

Is a shark the dragon of the sea ? Leviathan was smart, he roamed free not needing the trees, with nobody to challenge him until God struck him down the same way he did to every dragon like creature in the universe to one day rise from the depths and to correctly stretch on their hands saying ,

“ Ē a mai. Ē nānā hōkū I luna.”

And she would say, I’m here to take you home.

The Million Yard Stare

You ever feel

Like you lose your self into a voidious stare into the nothingness that expands and expands and expands till you realized the butter is burned in the pan or you realize you’re in traffic FINALLY I can talked about the

Esteemed ness of the redress of my consciousness zoning in and out of reality at will as put my self in Willy’s deal.

I look

and then I stay.

Like a mystical look too loud to cook and less focus than a book but it’s like

we’re looking at nothing,

and saying nothing,

Yet it is so addicting and intriguing like my eyes and mind are high or addicted to looking, staring into a void like my eyes are glued to nothing in particular like somebody call Elmer’s not Fuds but the ones that make the glue and ask them why I get stuck to voided objects you remember Elmer’s they stick to the projects and their fudge oh their FUDGE that is loved by cookie lovers and children galore it was only before I realize that I zoned out and glued the cookie to the cartoon was when I finally can admit that I have a problem, a dilemma too I need to ask Nelly and Kelly Rowland about it and the dilemma is that I

LOVE to spend my time staring at nothing,

Sometimes not thinking,

Sometimes cyphering in my brain about what’s real or not. Or whether or not takos are aliens and crashed here with goats you know they got the same eyes loving life as simple as an oyster cries

out it’s pearls.

Is it because I’m getting downloads from an outer entity planning my ultimate surmise to equip me with the necessary information that relieves the complications of conversations about the greatest nation inside a worldwide take over Hawaiian plantation.

Or is it really because God said “rest child”.

And that’s what I’m doing I’m zoning out into traffic, or my fishing pole, no thoughts in mind and all,

Just,

In love with my stare..

Hawaiian Cypher 01

O mo’o hiapo, ē kala mai nui a'u 'a’ole nānā 'oe, kēia Āpau i 'oe. Nānā no’u ‘ole moe’uahane. Maka’i nui o Honu, maka’i nui o pōpoki, a’ole lilo. Ekolu aumakua I oe mea a'u, mea Makuakane, mea Kapunakane, mea Kapunawahine. Aloha nui 'oe. Mahalo ke akua. Nānā 'oe koke.

Hale kiha. Mahalo nui. You’ve set this world in motion By doing the deed of being the first to come out of the sea.

To come

The trees stand tall, and your lineage taller.

Her roots run deep through the crust touching the scorching mantle outlining what has already been stenciled.

Your song is an everlasting cry through the ether that will not deter like a ribbit we shall not inhibit either.