#ProjectLovebot

Another decade; over. Can you believe that? It seems like everyone’s birthday in 2019 around me was a bit monumental for them too. A lot of shit transpired that year and it's not like 2020 arrived in it's shining armor and changed the game. For me it was more than just an eye opener. Its like when you think you’re about to have a dope spring/summer because winter kept it all the way real and you think you know and been through it all… and then BOOM! Saturn makes you pay for all your lifetime sins (it seems) all at once, BACK TO BACK. Holy shit! Everything started to blow up in everyone’s face around me in like March/April. I think it is safe to say that and all of those around me and myself encountered some sort of massive shift over that period. I wonder what it was like for the entire rest of the world? Could anyone reading this relate? I’d also like to read about some of the ways you have come full circle in this season or come to terms with any challenges that may have

The universe has changed itself  from core to skies above  with a billion ways of sharing our million forms of love.  These headlines we present ourselves  too often alter egos  and these followers are fooled  faster than fastest, baldest eagles.  "Looking to get booked" they say "Inquiries" they speak of...  Then build this must for trust in things  that WE know nothing of.  Some share all their emotion counts,  some can't tell them apart some down to double tapping screens to glance at little hearts. Hate comes from lack of "likes" "likes" go to whats not real Its almost like this social shit  runs how we truly feel.  So "SCREEN!!!" I scream "oh bloody screen I do not have a clue!  I do not know how my iPhone  is  Dictating my to do's! It said that there's a way for me  to filter all the signs  that transport these illusions  from a caption to the mind.  I s

Adam,  You've walked this earth alone so protect me with that shield.  You could have helped this from the jump without stressing the way YOU feel.  I commend you, for your bravery calls for this earth to save; So help me banish all this madness that came from the love we made.  Where shall I start though?  Shall I share with them the story that tore us so far apart... bro?  Here goes.  So it is believed I come from Venus (just a ways out from his Mars.)  I must have galloped across the moon somehow, falling beneath this star.  When I made it off my spaceship, his welcoming felt too warm  You see, that hand I shook burns smiles into unprecedented scars, And I was fooled right from the start.  I waited for the hand of that puppet master, standing from afar  And proceeded to lead it into my brain Where his out of this world thoughts AREN'T clinically insane 'Cause I know life comes with pain... but skies fill with planes. May they lift you to a brighter

If what you do is sing then sing until melody is EVERYTHING. If what YOU DO is dance, prance across the globe and through the streets of romance and if what you do IS  paint paint me a dream far from faint; hold no boundaries, hold no constraints. If you  BUILT  me a cloud its the new home for these thoughts and I'll build us a home WITH the  LOVE  that I've brought. If what you do is SMILE then warm up this room show teeth FOR a mile and you'll reach the stars soon and if you like to run then run for THE prize and if you just play BALL, then please aim for the SKY . If you like to play instruments drums or guitar then PLAY me a tune heal my heart of these scars  if you happen to rap, then spit a 16 and show ME  those bars validate your regime inject my blood stream PLEASE don’t be MAINSTREAM because rap equals essence and HIP HOP  my queen. If what you do is WRITE … then write m

"What kind of task is that?" My mother would ask. "To inspire the world with an artistic mask?" I could feel the wrath and a near heart attack. "but that's who I am" I responded back. And then caught my tone, see I had yelled it back. And I then got the feeling my whole life, I slacked. But I won't get time back if I argue and snap, See I needed that push, I just needed that slap. But I thank her, and yes, now I'm back in a trap And after she called it, I followed her tracks. See success is so simple, its just white and it's black If you get past that grey and accept the hard facts. Dear Mother,  I can explain, though I don't take that back  When i'm writing so zealously thoughts come in packs And if they're not released, the consumption is fast  for these words liberate me of wrongs in my past. But I DONT own a mask, still silly ol'