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Her heart breaks, not for the player and his promiscuous ways, but for the homeless lady she sees in the same spot everyday. Her heart bleeds, not for gucci bags or anything else she might wish to keep. But because she heard about families in Grenfell towers burning in their sleep. Her heart weeps not because of her flaws or insecurities, but for the mother of that little boy that was stabbed on her own high street. She’s human too. Full of her own doubts regrets and fears. But her angelic eyes would just not let her cry, shallow tears.
Feelings that had blossomed into something beautiful, thrown back into the undergrowth, like a beam of light sucked into a black hole. I couldn’t see the picture, you couldn’t play the roll… So we fought what felt right, and turned dawn back into night. We buried our emotions… a thought that has left me terrified. because I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I burried mine alive…and that is such a cruel thing to do, to anything at all…
Peace in one eye, love in the other, too blessed to be stressed and too cool to be bothered …
not that she didnt care, or couldn’t notice…Even those wo claimed to know her wouldn’t know this, but at one point she cared more than most did. The winters of life had forced her to grwo colder shoulders, but after a while its was too hard too ignore what her soul had told her…. so she tookna trip took a chance, trusting the cosi=mic forces to bring her a new balance…
she did just that, then came back, with peace in one eye and love in the other.
“We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don’t need a curriculum to know that you’re apart of the math Cats think I’m delirious but I’m so damn serious That’s why I expose my soul to the globe; the world I’m tryin’ to make it better for these little boys and girls I’m not just another individual My spirit is a part of this, that’s why it’s spiritual But I get my hymns from him So it’s not me, it’s he, that’s lyrical I’m not a miracle, I’m a heaven sent instrument My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes For your soul and your mental That’s why I’m instrumental, vibrations is what I’m into Yeah I need my loot by rent day But that ain’t what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte I’m tryin’ to give us us free like Sinke I can’t stop, that’s why I’m hot Determination, dedication, motivation I’m talking to you of my many inspirations When I say I can’t let you or self down If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff And if you slipped off the side, and clinched on to your life, In my grip. I would never ever let you down And when these words are found Let it be known that God’s penmanship has been signed With a language called love That’s why my breath is felt by the death And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I’m one of a kind in a full house Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth A touch of god reigns out.”
This poem by j. Ivy. was recorded on the track “never let you down” on kanye wests graduation album in 2004 . kanye west is one of my biggest inlfuences, not so much as a person, but deffinately as an artist. He borrows concepts from painters like Andy Warhol, and apllies them to his music. I realised I could do the same in reverse. My favourite thing about kanye (as a producer) is that he has had contrasting artists like sir. Elton john and Rhianna on the same song,he almost serves as a mediator betwen the two. That mix between old and new is deffinately something I aspire to achieve through my painting and writing.