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Twistit N Fixit { A Poetikmind And Naajir Collab }

 
   
Crowded...    
   
is this mind of mine,    
chokin' on the vine  of dark thoughts...    
see it keeps keepin' me so Twistit    
so I invest in this depth as I attest to hopin' I'll get this    
n' yet, I rest...  arrested with pause    
because I'm needin' your wisdom too    
tell me brotha man,    
will you help me Fixit...?  
   
   
****    
   
I Fixit    
   
will do all I can to help to you  my twin Twistit    
resolve to evolve past the shrouded mist    
that twist and turns your nocturnal misgivings    
living at the precipice of anarchy    
anchored to an overcrowded mind    
cluttered with disorganized files    
while unseemly demons defile your morale,  
my brother Twistit you must uproot your thoughts    
from this toxic soil our ancestors toiled    
break new ground founded in a steady peace    
to keep your soul firmly planted in place    
and replace those sporadic moments of fleeting happiness    
that changes with the fickle weather's forecast,    
remember you were born as I the outcast    
and its your inherit duty to outlast the darkness of a sordid past    
spreading your inner light like a monarch    
shedding your cocoon and loom your butterfly effect    
over all within your radiant radius    
   
Twistit are you vibin with this?  
   
   
   
****    
   
   
Yes, yes my finely focused friend,    
you got your otha brotha from anotha motha vibin' again    
but still on the real here's the deal...    
as I sit here alone n' with you my bro, my friend,    
wonderin' how this state of sad affairs will ever end    
then I get these visions of a past...    
   
hauntin' my mind  n' I'm twist'd  on anotha bend as...    
voices, spill stilled silently    
it's gulag  from the grave a slave speaks sporadically...    
"I gave all that I  gave  now it's time to rise up,    
grow, prosper like a tree    
smile brightly, my brethren for now you are free"    
   
but alas It's a fool's ideal, standing up mine eyes reel    
because I feel those chains still  like steel,    
it mentally binds me  
   
   
   
****  
   
   
emancipated yet still emasculated in the mind    
we carry the trauma of the forsaken souls encapsulated in our DNA...    
Do  Not  Acquiesce  to their eternal despair    
and declare yourself sovereign unto you my brother,    
and overstand the cackling of their voices bear no influence    
on the making of your choices    
their stories only to be remembered never relived,    
so be relieved of the fact those broken tracks are not yours to tread    
for they can suspend you in a state of perpetual dread    
only to be re-animated as the walking dead,    
know my Twistit brother    
you must be steadfast  and lay claim to you own future    
be bold when you thrust your will out into    
the nurturing bosom of the UNI verse    
for the act in of itself will severe the chains of an unspoken curse..    
leaving your soul no longer twisting in uncertain winds  
   
   
   
****    
   
   
Graciously givin' thanks    
it appears you fix'd thee as I'm returnin' to self once again,    
breezin' thru thy brisk winds now certain,    
I resolve to pen to you my friend n' to tell those in the wake of my call    
board up their homes to lessen the fall    
n' posse up whomever they can...    
   
becuz you never know how bad It can be with no hope    
in the end to try n' defend when my twist'd mind ascends,    
n' then  I laugh out loud profusely you can't SEE ME on my vile skid,    
kid this is the beginnin' of the end...    
   
livin' within this Twist'd mind, you came to fix it with your Light,    
though I retain your light- shine I wallow In the darkness,    
cloaked like I'm blind yet It's really what we need in mankind    
see it's all about balance,you sparkle light a star I fiddle    
In the middle leanin' towards shadow's near n' far,    
incessantly it's in me to be in between    
   
Residin' in these charred schemes    
I'll darken their life's dreams as they squat in fear,    
Watchin' fallin' apart at the seams thinkin' regrettably,    
" what the hell was wrong with my 'eye's beam'?"    
Realizin' with grim despise what they see in my eyes,    
Thoughts that cry out, "I can't face up to a challenge this great"    
   
see the 'afterthought's so hot,    
They see steam, now in full embrace of reality    
Findin' one's self callin' the verb 'genies'    
Constantly "cryin' HELP! I'm afraid to sleep    
Becuz there's never seems to be enough hope in thy dreams...    
echoes consistently scream,  
   
THIS TWISTED MIND'S THE HOTTEST I'VE EVER SEEN..!!"    
   
   
Author's note:  
I hope this format translates
[reformatted from original version written in 2012]   

concept conceived by my bro Poetikmind   
 
 
Written by Naajir
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