revel in diversity

YOu rEVEl iN DIVErsity
You who delight IN the Intricate dance
Of the reflections Of appearances
LEARN to know yOuR heart. If you cannot
You may find the ONE trueness within you
Is also an appearance, wordly, passing, perishable
Be not swayed by the temporary splendours of 
Beautiful forms, For all forms carry the true one
it is hidden within you
learn to know your heart, As it CaRrIES Daily
Learn to NOT pIerCE it WITh shadows
hOLD my hand If your heART is Free
You will See that you can fly Alone
Learn to Know your heart

poems in reverse order: speak

What are these words we speak?
What are the words we seek?
'love' and nothing more than this,
is still beyond my farthest reach
Why is my heart so cold?
Why are the sages old,
From truth and wisdom,
Love is greater than the highest peak.
Why is the path so long?
How do the weak grow strong?
Why are the questions never ending?
What is right and wrong?
Where do the flowers grow?
Why does the lion sleep,
In the Daytime, when all is covered
By the whitest snow?
And when trees have fruits,
where do the flowers go?
Why is the world just One,
Among so many stars?
Why is humanity and vanity,
not there on Mars?
How do we reach the end?
How can i reach the friend,
of my eternal soul, how can we not pretend
to still be searching, when we already found the One,
Who is not hiding, yet not showing
any sign or sum of parts, or of the whole?
Why is 'love' so hard for us to hold?
Enough questions! Answer is the 'I' must die
to find the truly true. And to be free,
It is not about the 'me'
Its about the 'you'...

slug through the clavicle

there's calls of pity all around me
cities fall around me,
around me walls surround me,
crown me king of empathy
since infancy its plain to see,
i took a plane to see
sights of the planet granted
grand i aimed to be, granite
desert sand oceans atlantic
potions and african magic, tragic
like poets hearts in attics
critics like fiends and addicts,
girls are like mathematics,
numeration, quadratic equations,
hard to solve, patience requires
certain amount of aggrevation,
stood tall nonetheless, must confess,
in this mess i was blessed to see
all the steps to take till i rest in peace
or i rest in pieces....

been travelling so long
i'm babbling so long
unravelling souls
i'm stronger than hold on
these panicing manequins
got they glamorous cameras
when they basically amatuers
and im just a damager
savage as Cerebrus
like a slug through your clavicle
some say its wordplay
while i say its radical
i'm just an animal
hard to classify
like a duck billed platypus
choking on cannibus
i'm hoping my grammar got u copin'
in hagen, from denmark to sweden
open as eve isnt even in eden
i'm leaving farewell goodbye keep breathin...

well mind over matter
it doesn't matter who u are
we've got to reach some understanding
love is the answer, mind is the answer
light is a vivid imagination
livin through music is animation
twisted roads and twisted lives
bitter hearts and bitter cries
rivers flow and rhythms die

1 million rhymes

i got 1 million rhymes choose one
who's won a one, one million times
greusome flows like fluid and flu none
get serious delirious cruise for crews son
lose once bounce back hit a home run
flew past vast new horizons settling
scores all round fighter tyson
samurai blade so i keep slicing
old school emcee love for the hip hop flow evidently
grow never cease, stop at one simply
peaceful conclusion, but what my peoples are feeling
is revolution, reduce the pollution
cleaner thoughts healthy souls nourish plenty
when the goal is the whole there aint no empty,
bellies full, given love, living large hearted
art is pure energy from my soul out departed
coal diggers seek deeper pits to find the diamond
keeper deeper in a place that you will find in rhyming
centuries ago eventually ego fell to the soul
who took controll of dragons by the collar, holla for subtance
rise above this, follow essential subtance,
unfold in sentence

You'll never hold me down

A rhyme for all the haters of the world, who despite their limits always wanted to stop others from rising. Give Hope to the People, Love is a force that can conquer all.

yo u'll never hold me down
waitin to fold me up
you'll never slow me down
i'm on a rollercoaster
my mind's a miracle,
when u find the cerebral
cortex, enter a vortex
lyrical, my mines u pillaging
for gold in villages
sold in syllables
rolled in minerals
i'm bold and cynical
i'm told that critical people
make kings and generals
i'm on the general
board of greatness
i'm bored of haters
i'm aboard this spaceship
gonna soar to new heights
the more the merrier
across the barrier,
mass hysteria i'm ill malaria,
there is no alterior motive
i'm ridin the cash locomotive
on the track for funds.
i wan't the bread with crumbs
i wanna jam your toast
don't wanna brag and boast...
but we be better than most
coming here to stay
i'm coming here to play,
and, imma take it
u wont hold me down
cos u'll never be able to break me

not to lose: old verses

i;m just blazing away
i wasn't borrn to lose
mama showed me how to write
and how to tie my shoes
i did my abc's in the streets
degree's below zero, comic book hero
puffin on the kush i made a crater
outta kilo. gimme credo or a c note
cos the flow require chemo
i'm a demon in the mirror,
speaking to the generations
i'm a speaker to your deeper
state of mind i find a rhyme
i'm speaking to my maker
breaker a breaker one two
i'm leavin for jamaica
cruising on the hot sand
i'm divin in the ocean
then i rise on the horizon
enterprising my devotion,
and i make my way to africa
to sip the sacred potion
grow locks in my soul
flow rock till i go


erase all the mistakes
i made. make the suffer go away,
lead the people to the promise land
i see a better day...

blazing 24 7 i'm raising hell on the system
no i wont dumb it down none,
they don understand the prison
cos they dumb you down son
give a fuck about religion
and put on your crown son
to elevate your vision
i am living loud son
believing in achievement
i'm scheming for upheaval of evil
forces making feeble noises of course
the voice of reason is in the people choices
we breathe for freedom,
and we ride for peace
and we rest in peaces every time i kill the beast
feel the heat like we grabbing that de niro,
double melted cheese,
i'll have two helpings please
make it fresh and crispy talk the lingo like a gipsy
stop the tipsy make it conscious
all the time my pocket loaded
like the weight of dough it helps me keep my focus...focus
i aint jokin jokin about this money honey
hungry for the future, teach the money to my sonny honey.

It's funny how they get it twisted
i'm a LYRIC mystic searching for the truth
be told that i was always gifted,
cos every burden on my shoulder that was always lifted
by the forces in the heaven, and my local district
and people that are evil want the bars to stay
i write my bars away, so i dont go astray
for another day i'm livin and playin in this dirty game
i leave my mark behind so that they know my name,
and i aint talking fame, i'm talking fortune baby
cos so often
i can hear my elders
coughing from the coffin
tellin me my time is coming one day
stay away from gunplay
i'm looking for a fun day
in a lazy sunday
time to hit the runway
run away....

For the HEADS the STUDENTS and the REGS

No intro needed for the people with familiar background into this art and hobby of mine. I been writing lyrics since 'ever. bit of poetry too, like to stay in general as they say in the lingo: 'On that conscious tip'. Since I've been learning ever more that the true meaning of 'consciousness' and in hip hop terms 'conscious' are worlds apart, I guess that's why my rhyme and poetry never took off into the industry or as a serious endeavour.

Nevertheless, during many years in London, I have engaged in the 'scene', produced some off shoot tracks out of sheer enthusiasm and suchlike, socially influenced agenda, even some off key performances in front of likeminded crowds and occasional drunken 'spitta' sessions to impress the masses at house parties. never gave up writing, never will. In a sense this is one life skill I can say has been a formative part of 'me'. As a result in many circles I have been come to be known by the monikers: 'Quizzy', 'Tanman', 'T-Cozy', won't bother to mention the rest, I've outgrown them. Monikers are not necessary for lyricists who only want their material to be heard or read, not their egos or grosser personalities.

I guess I have always been involved behind scenes with some long term contacts, producers, rappers, etc. doing some writing, consulting, general feedback, refining, and recently decided to create this blog as a platform for accessing some of the material and pick and mix of the styles, as well as poetic outburst. You know how it is with rappers and rapper wannabes: sometimes they just gotta get it off the chest!

Well stay tuned and enjoy. 1