Submissions by ReBekahBehave

There is a restlessness that I have always known

and now I know it to be more ingrained than any other experience; try as I do to shake it. No, this one isn’t diagnose-able…well..it could be; as all we experience emotionally is systemically analyzed, dissected, and labeled.

But, for the moment, I speak of the need to move and be free.

I am not tethered to this world though I am quite caught and entangled often by it.

What I learn, I learn from damage

There is a world outside of the worlds we create to comfort ourselves in living…who...

damn, I said
I said: damn

there don't seem to be a shortage of things to say the word for; or for which to mutter over; given the filthy political state of mess
  we all are in
                                        you feel meh?

Trying to just chill, you know what I mean, Mone..like laxin in the car with some dope beats, at least, you think soo

  me, in mines time down winding in the home, i got beats that bring my flow and settle me in the chill mode

kickin it with monies...haha

                                 I had to let a lot go so I could keep hold of what I got: offspring

so compensation is what I call spewing: the act of verbiage annihilating thought in a process  which transforms idea to tangible; concrete, but what. I missed the beat

let me turn it...

i have arrived in this position, on a mission; sitting, interfacing with technology to engage with the beats    
  a rhythm flows and drives me; inspiration; mathematics, you know the rest    
fingers start to move in accordance:  to dictate the verbiage; the conversation in my head and I can articulate so  muCH more clearly in written form and stanza    
  Thus, I appreciate the meditations and reflections of mixing beats because the down beat cut up and broke down again bleeds out this rhythm that I spoke of initially.    
  It's like food for creativity     ...