On a Dry Dead Leaf

Croxt:

I ashed my cigar on a dried and dead leaf and talked some more about how to raise the dead but necessary beliefs. This conversation. It fixes the broken and heals the wounded. It gave me hope that tomorrow even if we fell, we'd rise among the stars. So you keep fighting till you get there, no days off. Nowadays I scoff at the underthought ideas spilling into the world. We've been told to think before we speak. Stick your nose into other people's business and it might get chopped off. So you're left breathing fire on a calamity you brought to yourself. Stick to the plan and that seed you have, plant it. Let it grow, let it rise. Allow the roots to grow as deep as they can get because the stem needs to be strong enough to hold your branches in place. Plan ahead because, yes, you'll always drop a bunch of dead dry leaves that no longer serve you up there. Don't cry over them. They fell for a reason and they'll give you the nutrients you need in time once they are ready. So be patient and give thanks even in the face of calamity. The life they would give you they will. Miss them when they are gone and hope the winds don't blow them too far away from your foundations. Even if they do, pray they land at the feet of they who need it more than you do. Leave me alone and drop dead if it's axing my life away you intend. Mind your business and I'll beautify Mother Nature my way; the only way I know how to. If I'm doing something wrong, advise me how to do better. Show me the better path I'll need to take. We all learn from each other. And if you're not ready to advise someone, walk away, wait till you are. It doesn't hurt. So many people have been misguided before. That hurts more. And it pains how you keep giving them what they think they want instead of what they actually need. So be a rose flower and look good every time and smell good every time and stand tall every time without a need to boast your beauty. Be alive and stay that way. Not dead to your ambitions and not weak and seeking permission to grow. Grow. Through the shadows, through even others' leaves and branches. Anyone who asks you not to grow towards the sunlight is asking you to be a dead dry leaf. Rise above them. Even if it's yourself. Reach for the skies. Touch the clouds and let them wash the dust off you occasionally when it pours. Be steadfast and be brave. The battle isn't won from the skies, remember. It is won from your roots, through the stems and in the midst of your clouds. How strong have you always been? Because being the fastest and first to reach to the top if not well prepared does not save you when you come falling down. Let the dead leaves drop but don't let the winds swing you wherever they head to. The breeze keeps blowing this smoke away from my face and that last puff almost had me coughing. I let go of the almost dead last bit of the cigar, still lit, by mistake and immediately hoped it wouldn't fall on a bald man's head down the street I'm on. Oops, it did. I'm really sorry I couldn't get down there quick enough to apologize. 'Cause I'm up here, way up, floating on a dead dry leaf.

Lithe and unoffered Tithes

Croxt:

You reap what you sow, you know, that's how that shit goes. So I've raised my brows a bunch of times and sometimes I'm tied, my tongue, this tongue that has lied. So many times. Lied and seemed too eager too soon to seek for forgiveness. So I wait till it calms, when it rains it pours. These late hours I stay up for power, take my showers and lay down to sleep inside my covers. I'm covered in shame. I haven't been giving to Caeser what belongs to his treasures and these sharp scissors threaten to tear my locks and make me bald. I'm a Samson. They keep forgetting I'm bold. So strong I'll break your locks even after you've swallowed the key but for the love of a woman, I fell for your plots. I'm like everyone else but special, I've embraced my flaws. When the time to be weak is at hand, let your strength take its toll. Keep calm and let things pass. That's what they always do; pass away. Because we only need a little patience to get our wings and fly away. I'll pay my dues. I know better. I know no loans are happy loans and I also know no laws can be over long gone broken and unpaid without breaking hearts. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry my pain became your pain. I never intended to. All I wanted was your dreams to be attended to. And to be someone else is something I never pretended to. I always wanted to calm your chaos and I'm pretty sure I did a good job. You've always believed in me 💙

Dress good; Good dress

Croxt:

Classy men are classic beasts. You dress who you are, not necessarily for people. That's what I've learnt. And by the way, are we all not cut from the same cloth but handed to different tailors? Argh. Can't we all be the same? Afforded the same luxuries? Things like these piss me off. So a lion without his mane is a cub. Boys will be boys but men will dress well. Who are you? Who do you think you are? Who do you wish to become? Fire. From our forethers. Firefathers. It's impossible to not find even a single man who dressed extraordinarily well for his generation. Find your pattern and fit into it. Become yourself and change your wardrobe. Better yourself. I know responsibilities crowd our minds; we are fathers, guardians, brothers, role models. Tell me how you still do not see why we should all dress the part? How? Let's face it., it never has to be suit and tie but always dress well head to toe. To rise to the top you need to be doing what others are not and that's basically dressing the man you want to become. Don't be afraid to be labelled overly ambitious. Any king would rather that than all else. To be well presented, well groomed. And it is the flower that emits a more beautiful scent that attracts more bees wanting a part of it. And only sweet things come out of it all. Honey. Hurry and change your wardrobe. And dress your heart too. Be well dressed inside as out. Don't false advertise. Men really weren't born to fake it till they make it. No. They were born to wear their armour and take its responsibility. Let's all men, at least, look and smell good for our ladies. Let's play our part. All these beautiful ladies go through a lot sometimes to look good for us and it's only fair if we are grateful and considerate enough to dress good and remember to tell her how she's always looking good in a good dress.

Fly Like a Butterfly

Sting like a bee and just let me be. To be or not be,  never question my sanity. Like Muhammad Ali, beat the speed of light. With all your might, calm the oceans tonight. Together we will fight. Just search the light, tonight is the night. Let me hear you say, we gon' be alright. Tonight, the skies share in our plight, our daylight, our delight. So ascend, spread your wings and fly. Don't listen to the lies in your eyes, believe me you'll fly. Fry me eggs in the morning and I'll sugar your coffee just like how you like it. This is real love, you're true to me, no diggity, we fly in dignity, I'll be the Meek to you Nicki, and everything you pick in the mall is yours, chérie. Lately, you've been busy busy, but still my life is easy easy. Everything you say makes me go crazy crazy. Everywhere you touch makes me dizzy dizzy.  We get busy. I know, you miss me when I'm gone. Can't wait till I'm home. Let's call it a draw, you win you're my all. Let's do this. Let's get it. All. Let's fly, so high, into the skies, just like a kite, a kite in the night. You are my delight, my angel, and my light and tonight, let me see you fly, like a butterfly. I sting like a bee.

Not even close to ya bullshit

Croxt:

Don't judge me. For very many reasons but most importantly because I'm a curtain, you're a curtain that can always be opened. I'm a captain you're the boat so you just don't sink and we gon' be alright. Or what did you think I'm thinking? That the winds would trip and wind up taking us on a trip to doom? That your gloom is my gloom and am hiding under your shade? Shame. I'm certain it pertains to yourself and the way you're lost so let me be your compass and teach you how to get out the most. I assume you presumed am close to your bullshit. Or even miles away worse than your bullshit. But I'm actually not. These falsified images of yours would burn red hot on fire if I chose to zoom in and focus the light of the sun on it. Lenses. So you don't even know half my bullshit for you to shit blue. You think you think deep but the shallow waters are sinking your hopes. Your ship. Hold on tight to that rope and hope you never let go. Potato, poteto. Potaro, potero. Poraro, porero. Furthest proximities but I'll shy away from your calamities. So I colour my forest trees green as you axe yours for firewood. You ask if I'm any good and I'm the one preparing your food. You say I'm often misunderstood but I stood up for you when nobody else would. So set up the fire and use my energy as fuel. I'll burn in uncertain certainties and stretched lengths, exceeded limits, choked laughter and stifled silent disasters, calamities, while seeing how far I can go and how you might never even catch up. I sing in the showers sometimes so I can shower you with nice tunes. You don't have to believe me, I'm like the spiralling tubes. You'll know I always looked out for you when you land on your feet with a splash in the swimming pool I prepared for you. I've aired my views and created your crew. Something to believe in so you don't feel the need to believe in me. Something new. And don't judge anyone else of course, because they're probably not even close to ya bullshit.

Train your thoughts

Croxt:

You only think with your eyes, that's why you're so easy to fool. You see garbage, you'll speak garbage. You see garbage and think. Then you get it out of the way first. You clean garbage. I only think with my I. Myself, my me. So I'm not easy to fool because my mind spots the wrongs and thinks hard how to make things right. I'm not easy to fool because I do my very best to understand every situation I find myself in. It always takes time like always. Things take time and they happen every time. The train tracks have me side-tracked here and not because of fear or coming not prepared but at its existence. Surely, a great invention. I see a train chi-ching across the valley and smoke rising from its head, occasionally saying something only the tracks would understand. Smoke rising from it's head.

Flowing back to it's back. Making decisions, keep pulling, removing the waste as soon as it appears. So we are all trains I've come to assume. Carrying people on board, in our hearts, minds and all. They stay there because they met us at the station at the same time they intended to leave. They might be quiet but it's because they trust. They believe the train they are in is headed to the destination they willingly paid for. It's choices we all make and it comes with the consequences. So let your head be free and do its work free. Let the smoke of confusion, stress, worry, jealousy, negativity, arrogance, regret, shame, fear, hate, selfishness, pretense, gossiping, disloyalty and all that bullshit; let it all be expelled away from you. Keep yourself clean and you'll help people reach their destinations. Keep your mind sober of negative thoughts and only build on the positive. Then believe, que sera sera.

Never Lose Hope

Croxt:

Time and again, you'll have to try. Never lose hope and never be shy, grab a candle, grab it by the balls. Where you're coming from, should always move behind you. Look for something new, let's try something new. Me and you. Even if we're few. I'll prepare the stew, because I know where you stood. Never ever stop, the journey just got started. Never say never and whenever or wherever you find yourself let whatever comes your way be a testimony of your fight, a diary of your flight, a memory in your sight, a closet for your spite, walking in disguise and stop dealing with these guys. Put your life in order, clean your temple, be a rebel, fight for survival. Hope for the better things; one day you'll be a King, one day she'll be my Queen. The crown is for those who never lost hope, the battle isn't won by those who fought the most. What's the cost? How much you charged up, back to back? I wanna know. I wanna grow. I don't wanna fall. No. I wanna climb up the mountains, slide down into the valleys, dive into the rivers, swim to my destination. That's my ambition. I wanna fly, so high, like a kite. Beyond the universe. Beyond the stars & the galaxies beyond. I wanna rise, so high, like a kite. & dance in the winds, work even in the rains, shine in the light of the sun, of the moon and of the stars. In your eyes, I'll never lose hope. In my eyes, I'll always face my battles right, fight till I die, till I don't have to no more.


Never lose hope, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
Never lose hope, you're almost there.
Never lose hope, not again, this is just but a game.
Never lose hope, you're almost there.