“Prehistoric” – oh my how have we created history before the Alpha and Omega makes his last move. Living in a world, before the end of times. Living history, is how this toxicity becomes about. Still remembered days spent by an armond tree but not the conversations. A lot of locations resurrected but verbrages lost, not found. Filled with greed, envy, lust, jealousy and selfishness, it’s hard to stay humbling in his majesty love. Dynasuers, we are…
“Prehistoric” – ask God? No please, don’t ask him. But only for, forgiveness. Praise, Jesus Christ and chant heavenly choruses. Get these demons away further than 6 ft. Question time: What happened to fairness? How should we feel? Where does it end? When did it all started? Why ask, why? Why am I a born, Jamaican? Why did I became an author? How does it say words from, my lips? Where’s my team with chef, personal trainer, pilot, financial advisor, Taylor, etc and such? What’s up, love?
“Prehistoric” – military minded but wasn’t military breed. Brooklyn raised but I had a fall. Off the same tree, Jay -Z and other’s climb to the top of Brooklyn which named it. I-5….For years and years I’ve tried reaching out but to the touches, nothing felt. Where there’s bread, here is dread…Fish an chips, no table but my bed is spread. No more bread with butter spread….Tilting my head…To the side to protect my arthritis. Plus that’s how I’m channeling my k-9 instincts. Singing, military cadences. Oh,oh,oh,o,ooo….Coldness without snow some’s number is, if it was in that category.
“Prehistoric” – still partitions of fights even with the events of dangers. Begging, pleeing, and fighting for far greater powers, peace and love. To interject, will be wrong of me so I’ve casted away to sea. Welcome back, how are you feeling? Shut- up, was screaming in the background as noises. Prenaltagic is these words I’m writing. Poisoned, dosages. Refrained from negative and refreshing the mind like, 2Pac’s.*Exousia*
