TRIGGER HAPPY

Weapon of choice..

Rotation of mind

One dropped in

Fully loaded clip

Cocked

Dropped in chamber

Sights locked in

Dangerous mind

Top slid back

I spit with

No kick back

Tight grip

I spit that

Automatic shit

Squeeze off

Without blinking

Black out

Without thinking

Heart racing

Witness the rain of

Spent shell casings

Hit the deck

No silencer

Silencing all

Negative dropped dimes

When I drop lines

Armed & Dangerous

The weapon of choice...

My mind

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Remnants of Me Promo

THE WAIT IS OVER....

ONE STAGE ONE MIC ENTERTAINMENT

IN ASSOCIATION WITH

INNER CHILD PRESS

PRESENTS...

THE REMNANTS OF ME 

BY 

MARQUISE "THE NOTEBOOK" WILLIAMS

NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE ORDER!!!

ANGEL OF MINE

"Dreams don't have deadlines"

Take care of yourself properly or

You wont have the energy to

Follow through for others

Peace comes easier

By embracing the never ending

Cycle of life

Winter is Always followed by spring

 And each death by a literal or 

Symbolic rebirth

Live

Through your Angelic messages

They're there

Just listen

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FLY GIRL....

She flies

And she's fly

Just as the plane that 

Carries her to warm embraces

Angel wings

Sitting on winged seat

Staring down at Love's eyes

Shaded by her flared wings

Infrared dots, project where

Shots of Love's injection

Pierced skin into

Metronomed beats of what

Gives me life

She flies

And she's fly

She gives me life

Like longevity

With gray hair sitting on

Porched chairs

Watching the stars

Orion's belt connecting

Our interlocked fingers

Wrapped in 

Stone-cut cyphers

That shine like

The stars in which

We gaze

Exhumed with

Indigo spirits

She flies

And she's fly

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TRAYVON

Rest 

Young man

Peace 

Without worries

Angel

Born to ascend

That we

May too learn

To fly

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What I Wouldn't Give/duet w Bdiz

What I wouldn’t give...

To have your skin...pressed against my skin

Feeding off your energy

Angelic kisses

Tickled earlobe whispers

Just a touch to know that we live

What I wouldn’t give...

To feel your hair, brush across my face

Face to face…only to stare into your eyes

Reading what you're thinking...in silence

What I wouldn’t give...

To wrap your femininity within my masculinity

Just to have you close to me

And drift

Into a peaceful sleep

Together

~Bdiz
What I wouldn’t give…

To have your arms and legs intertwined
With mine, resting the activity of our limbs
One atop the other

Your genesis holding my revelation
Suffocating the air between us

Holding me tight enough to feel my wings
Pressed into your chest…tight enough to feel
The expansion of your lungs, behind the space 
in your bones where you were lacking now 
reaching for me


Conversations where there are 
no words just inhales and exhales
Allowing our lungs to speak what 
Our hearts feel

Gentle caresses

Finger tipped confessions

Feeling the palm of your hand against
My cheek, imprinting your life line there

What I wouldn’t give…

To fall asleep to poetic lullabies
Your lyrics cascading down from
Earlobes, whispering love into my 
Collarbone

Just to be close to you

Set adrift and make memories with you

To rest easy…with you

With the assurance that you will
Kiss a sunrise into my spine 
Breathe a blue sky into my body 
Signaling the start of a new day
Its Morning

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ECHOES

Echoes

Locked in an acoustic room

Voices bouncing off paint-peeled walls 

From nobody hearing the screams from within

Soundproof

Conversing with the sounds of your own voice

Yelling back at you

No pads on walls to save you from the bruises

The cuts

Scrapes

Scraping away your sanity one layer at a time

Embraced by a make-shift Michael Jackson jacket

But zippers replaced by straps and buckles

Buckling your knees because you can stand 

Whats going on in your own head

White noise mixed with blue screams

Hands tied so, you cant write out your struggles

Being looked at sideways by your reflection 

For talking out your problems

But all you hear

Are echoes

Screaming back at you

Echoes

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