Serendipity… A happenstance of dumb luck.
Like a rubber band player from the hood hustling blocks, accidentally picking up a book, The Art of War, cuz he listens to W.U.T.A.N.G and is addicted to C.R.E.A.M and discovers George Bush really is Nino Brown…time to rule the world.
He watched Jay do it, so he decides to take a Roc, build a Nation. Put those Holy Hov lyrics to work.
Happy Coincidence.
When things fall in line, aligning all space and time to get you to a place where
the surreal and unbelievable marry into one and become “REAL”. Turning life for
one brief moment into that honeymoon night. Like the moon came down dressed
like Marilyn Monroe, in sexy bridal negligee humming Biggie …
“♫ It was all a dream…♪”
and put a temporary cease in your fight for happiness. Injecting your heart with happy juice like Love HD, triple amped. Double styrofoam cup of lovers luck on purple lean.
Chance Meeting.
Notes coming together like a family reunion… Like preordained chord strings, group
huggin’. Late night studio session, insomnia speaking to your soul through
pain driven beats. Bars based around what the rap stars make stacks on. Chance meeting between rhymes that ill producers make racks on racks on racks on.
Stumbling Upon…
Tripping over new found love like untied Adidas shell top sneaker laces. Kissing finger tips and caressing the beautiful essence of the countenance of your partner making intimate love making faces.
Blessing.
Like Ice Cube reminding you, “Today was a good day”, just by chance, on the radio
as you receive that call from that boo, as you open up the envelope to Friday night’s
pay, as you receive the answer to your prayers all in a single breath, heart beat,
universal saying… You remember God really does love you.
Luck.
That last quarter in your pocket to make that call…cell phone out, 3 minutes left, 4 rings, she picks up just in time, no stall… “Who is this?” you reply, “It’s me..I’m downstairs.”
“Oh, I didn’t hear from you, was just about to leave and give up on you….”
First date saved. It’s the the woman you will love and marry. Universal Plan reinstalled.
Accidental Discovery.
Answering a viral request to write this piece, through broken heart, I sit typing, wondering why Cupid refuses to play nice… Across the pond, 2 universes away from the star closest to the sun, I look up into the SKYE and realize Serendipity is all about the little things that constantly grease up creative cogs by pulling at rusted heart strings and bringing me back to L.I.F.E.
Dear Sir… Serendipitously, I thank you….Love, T.BEASTY
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Somebody is constantly fucking with me on all my networks. Twitter has
changed my avi into a spam egg…awesome.
Scroll down for suspended twit pic account…. I rock.
They made my first post look like twitter spam by shorting the tumblr link instead of
posting the title as is original format…WOW.
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I wonder if I met and conversed with Satan, could I impress him with my views on God? That Jesus was really Nino Brown installed to help the overall religious fiends stay in line like crack addicts high on holy gall?…I wonder if I skimmed the rules, cheated theoretics, made it to that place they programmed as “Heaven”, snitched like rat and told God what Satan said…could I make him sad to realize that Satan became Satan at all? Make him reminisce about earlier times when that Devil was no Demon but an angel above all…
One night at a Pub in the Lower East side I met a being. Supernatural in effect, permed pimp Snoop dominican hair press, sitting on the meanest gangster pose, sipping on lean…
“You want sum?”… He perched nicely manicured monster hands dripping in dipped gold truck knuckle rings up against a malt liquor soul filled player’s cup, keeping it 100..( as he explained it)…all the way “Real”.
“Cuz souls don’t come easy these days, ya’ feel me?”… He explained with a twinkle in his evil Left Eye…
“Do not what I say, but what I influence, don’t go chasing holy waterfalls. Follow me, break the rules, dodge Christ- like taxes, learn MY game, we can ball.”
Just then, that Jim Jones “We Die High”…song came on. (Devil’s remixxx)
He emphasizes “…Ballllllinnnnnnnn’.” and throws an imaginary 3 point fade in the air.
I have to admit, I was kinda enticed. LRG swag surf’d zip up was looking kinda thug, kinda nice…His style had me. Gucci.
About to take him up on his offer…then this miraculous thing suddenly occurred…
In walks this Appolonia type amazonian female dressed in skin tight gold lame’ tights…cat suit. Magic City. Purple Reign. Purple Rain. Make it Rain. Fabric laced in white redemption, squeezing every inch of skin from her ankles to her neck to the perfect curve of each of her thighs…I was dying.
“Who’s this Bitch?” Haterade getting the best of me…”Mary M or “Maggie”…short for Magdalene is what I go by… what up boo? Need a light?”
I was caught off guard, cuz I don’t even smoke….or so I thought.
Lucifer is burning up and his face starts to turn burnt red…looking like a Piru Blood
from Compton about to call a war on Miss Thing and go in.
That is…
Until he remembers their past.
“Where my money hoe? Think I forgot…”
She laughs…says…” I got a new man. Name is God…wanna know what I was taught?”
We’re both stunned.
She pulls out a Swisher with a holy cross on the box. Little baggie with green plant substance and orders a ” Jesus Get Like Me” tequila holy water shot.
She’s ill.
She proceeds to split the paper, dump the trash and chop n’ sort the stuff. Turns to
me and says…” I like your lips. See (points down) these seeds are your sins.” Rolls
a great one and it’s a crucifix shaped blunt.
She lights the end.
Says a prayer, heats the tip, passes it to me and says, “By way of holy communion, the Lord forgives you for this meeting… take a puff.”
I’m in awe.
Gettin’ high on the Lord while this Beauty puts the Devil in his place by telling the truth through Loud and shaming his face.
“Shout at the Devil.” She leans in and whispers in my ear… She already knows my name. ” I like you Beasty.”
I think…”Does she want me? Or is she trying to save me…”
Soon it all becomes way too clear.
I look over and the being at the bar disintegrates…Just like that. Disappears.
“Always Repent…Just make sure you always look Fiercccce Bitch.” Is what she says.
She laughs this memorable Grace Jones Stron’ge laugh and walks away.
Red Bottoms.
I see her shoes. On the bottom of her souls, soles, is the impression of a stepped on demons face.
We win.
*original Biggie Smalls crown worn in both*
Great Artists/Minds/Souls/Creatives….THINK A LIKE.
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ever get to the point in life where the stuggle is deep?
Deeper than monotonous, endless oceans that continually
repeat themselves?
Like a gang of bad news?
Belting songs of sadness harder than Miss Diana in Lady sings
the Blues?
Shits rough.
Caught in a vicious love triangle…Me, myself and YOU.
YOU.
The source of all my angst and pain. Love each other in the rain, but
constantly fight when the sunshine shows its face…How that be?
You say everything right, do everything wrong.
No voice to sing, but promising a Trey Songz hit.
Want to see it so maybe for once in my stalled Beast life, I can believe it.
Loved by many, Lost my more.
Mental whore.
Fucking with your mind cuz you insisted on wa$ting my time. Time is money, Money
is time….Young Money Drake describing how Beasting feels inside.
“The Best You Ever You Had….”
Yet you fail to recognize.
On to the next.
Who’s gonna love me best?
Handle this Beast Love like art and not rearrange it to resemble some ship wreck?
Titantic. Colossal. Too big to handle…I’m lost.
Finding resolution in this dissolution that maybe I couldashouldmaybewoulda been
a better Me if it wasn’t for little lost YOU.
I’m struggling.
But trust me… It’s temporary because inside this bitch of a life there will always be a true BEAST inside of me.
Fuckin Grr. Fuckin Rawr. Learn to crawl before you tell me how to walk away from
you….
Struggling.
Impromtu.
Badass.
Up against the wall…what other way to do it?
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