Can’t tell mommy what’s going on in my life just to prove her right

Protect the image of the one you’re with regardless of the fights

Pray it’s a different mood today because it was a rough night

Two weeks since she ejaculated

Queen dead forever, and Jamaica still not really emancipated

I’m letting down my wife and country

Stressed out at times, tis’ my punishment, never ask one to help me

Heartaches to the Ruby Fruit Jungle if only she could nourish me

That’s not what I want though

Akin to the place I want to go

There’s not enough peace in my mind to grow

If this continues I may slip and slide through the snow

Surviving 0° in the below

Tell me then, what identity do I share with my midnight shadow?

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2025

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🖇️LTRUISM

There is no silence or ideal situation to express myself; only through my art can honesty thrive without judgment, without the whip of chastisement. I did not know the truth of love until she told to me. My composure was intact, but on the inside, I was melting. Living for so long and learning so much, yet love, eluded me. I never understood it, I never loved anyone, I never truly loved myself.

Do you now know, or is there more to discover? Is there more to learn from a faraway lover? Lover, is that word as applicable here? What does it mean? If loving yourself is the best way to love another, then to whom are you a lover?

Can you imagine an egg made of metal—not fully enclosed, not fully open, always cracking, always trying to hatch. With reciprocated love; these metal pieces can fall away at a moment's notice, and at other times, they can fit themselves back together again as if in reverse, contracting, closing off the light from the world, stifling.

Now you know that the things you say to someone are the same things you’re saying to yourself. If you say "I love you" to a person, you’re simultaneously saying you love yourself. If you say, "I want the very best for you," you’re saying it to yourself. What you say to them mirrors back to you, so say great things about people because you’re saying it to yourself. You become great by uplifting others, and the greater the person you lift up, the greater you become.

If they hate the lives they live, then how could they like living with you, how could they love you? Beware the mediocrity around you, from those who do not love themselves, for Jesus said, "love thy enemy as thyself." Is it so bad for others to accept you for who you are? is it so hard to accept the lover you are becoming?

In the absence of love, I could not focus, I could not listen to myself, and I could not see God.

If I don't love the person I become around you, then how could I love you?

Now, with some measure, I understand what love means. So, regardless of the shortcomings I see, to them I will say, "I love you."

If someone makes you feel bad, that's okay. Either you make them feel good, or make someone else feel good. Even it out, cancel it out, let nothing hold you back. Only one life, wouldn’t you rather use it up as much as possible? As long as you’re not hurting anyone, as long as you’re not hurting yourself.

I have discovered that love now goes beyond loving a person; it extends to everything around you, to the place you live, to the wildlife, to your job, your workouts, your entire life ahead and your past, it extends to everything you see because your eyes are clear, you wake to a whole new world — world of love. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"; this is why God is love.

©imuzi ryzoncity Oct 2023

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I’m not gonna beg you for a life you didn’t give;

so if you’re gonna kill me, I don’t have all day, or just let me live.

How do I sleep at nights knowing there’s a knife at my throat? I’d rather be sure there was, than to wander whether or not there is.

A squatter in my own home for you?

Why don’t you let me work your streets? “I can make you feel brand new.”

Also, why didn’t you come back with me? Forgive me, I couldn’t wait for you.

I don’t see and pigeons disturbing the blue sky, I don’t get my weekly telegram.

With all the pleasure she possesses, someone should softly suck her off as soon as she land.

At that time I wasn’t exactly a Christian.

I was morally flexible but never again.

This one time I thought you were gonna finish yourself for real;

I want you to know how much I love you, I also love myself and time will heal.

We were the kids nobody could help.

We couldn’t help ourselves.

There was mischief in our eyes.

There was some truth to our lies,

The bodies you brought however few, felt like a friend presenting enemies.

May you remember how much you ruined our lives.

Every-time you saw me there was heaven in your eyes.

Working over time to get back to you, see the weights below my eyes like a catheter bag?

A new love? You should not boast or brag over that dirty rag

All women are evil and all men are bad

All women are angels and all men are gods

Standing back in time just to watch you cry,

I’ll drink your tears,

Be the reason you fear,

I wish they would stop breathing so I could once again be yours

ryzoncity

2025

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