Samurai formation / Cypher Unknown

I write what my mind tells me to...so don't judge what you don't understand

Found black stones / the pathway filled with barefoot soldiers with back packs filled with spit ammunition / side pockets / spray cans ready on trigger for the mission / me and my kind gatta wait for the Sun to subside to prevail / we dwell in a Batman like confusion/ making sense to city's like Nairobi and Gotham at night / perfect sights of space probes / aliens speaking in tongues / only understood by one dope veined on my corner / dirty dressed dweller decyphering messages sent from next galaxy to this / this / words we conflict to as we speak / mixing metaphors to form basic syntaxes / unfamiliar terms / mum please guide and bless me from this unseen path / get bitten by a venomous snake / my symphony absorbs the poisonous taste / meteors rushing fast / in a direction known to us / earth / we  observed as the dinosaurs got smashed / fate easily told in a flash / open a fortune cookie to relieve your past / heavens open up  dark angels fall back / Elohim / throws a split light fragment on my path / producing sparks in the galaxy / as heat waves vaporize sand storms / all this find lost sun on black stones / divided on an angelic and a spell bound demonic crossroads / narrow pockets / dark sights that only the veins walk easy in them /

On second thoughts I just flow my mind on a realm that is Kellah filled, to understand the top of this is superior / like now you exposed to the deadliest bacteria in a perfect world society / don't question my words they come out plain and then other appear totally empty in a wrap sequence if I'm the writer / no blocks expected/ growing nose Pinocchio fantasy after my split theories / front on it / lie down and look up to the sky hoping for a shooting star for wishes that are pure nonsense / you hope to make a clean start to a previous end / left you in mixed personality / i own your identity like Apple / you can't be the next president as your parents told you / present controlled with compliments that came spinning at you / smiles and beautiful makeup filled skeletons passed / won't stop now / my thoughts still have space to roam / like Paul Mc Cathy walking out to open space  on a dubbed life mission / when I stop writing  / scientific facts held at ransom be the atoms / that fill up your main stream street / now no sense of the dope universal interpreter / black stones / that followed deep be the intelligent body that lives depend on / so I exhale only to offer metal tooled mic holding cats / to help explain this lines / stuck on biological pains fitted on spines / no response / so the aliens invade to define / gravity elevation / stuck in a sense of / Hell no / myths of area 57's..I'm just opening my mental to the black stones I step on / he never stops talking / dope veined in a cell of his own / we above the league of shadows / darkness is a Melanin with me / I bare the mark of black like Michael Kellah from Africa Kenya / the foundation that I came from / cycle your planet at night from a far and walk among you at day break in this form.

Malkia Wangu Wakipekee

Writing from a heart felt moment, only in words,that still can't define the depth of my affection and love to my one and only queen..This one is for Margaret Kasoha my Mother.

Malikia wangu pekee

All my senses on hyper dimensions, attached in perfect symmetry to this creature that hold breaths, as I breath it breathes, when I feel pain it feels pain, only to later hear the misunderstood cries from a mother giving birth to a life form, no miracle known to man is greater,years passed now scribbling letters to my only queen since the birth of my time, no science or proven gods mythology a tests to the practical sense of unconditional love expressed , at birth were these tears of joy or a great cry to the almighty to look after me in this forsaken jungle.

Funny how a simple smile makes everything ok, seeing her face for the first time a bond built that will never break, I get lost with words, pens dry out while papers fade of to this unique feeling felt when I talk about her..I shed a tear once in awhile when I think about her, if that makes me less of a man then I ain't no thug, she is my queen of peace, I still get the same womb feeling every time I'm in her presence. for them seeking paradise, like common I see the God in her.

Memories passed, memories never die, I can still hear her singing sweet heavenly symphonies , a voice that brought calm and a sense of protection, a voice that over the years taught me right from wrong, the only voice that every night whispered I love you. Simple minded in a state not able to understand this difficult phase , blaming her of not having time for me when she had to work 3 jobs, constantly screaming to her why the neighbors had better meals.
 Life now getting clearer, pieces falling correct to this puzzle, understanding why she wept every time she gave me a beating, now I understand why she didn't have enough play time with me, now I see clear why she didn't have the latest shoes, as the earth rotated, years passed, my mind matured. Reflecting on the basic elements since birth.understanding the labour pains in a Picasso point of view.

A black Queen like no other, this is to thank you for the shoes you put on my feet, for the crumbs I had for dinner, for the cold nights when you lit the fire, for the 3 jobs you had, and most of all for every kiss goodnight. This is for my black queen, kwa kuni zaa, kunivish, kunilinda na mwisho kuni busu, wanipenda.. Nakupenda, Malkia wangu wa pekee.

Call me Michael

Some cats fronted and asked me to try step into a booth or write som' basic, my answer was...This Is me being Me, so I wrote som' basic.

Call me Michael

I am a sign from God...and as if my name wasn't  proof enough, baptized in the spiritual flames that broke apart when the ark of the covenant fell apart,touching the finger of the supreme, Michael emerged, now The Lost Sun, raised by a combination of all the ancient scrolls to deciphering ways of the Hieroglyphics,now understanding the new age basic man language and existence of human. im Able to see all the pain in your faces.. The tormented fears of a kid as grown ups fight, its not the thoughts of Forster homes, its the parental misguidance, results of abusive picket fenced broken homes, so this is where my voice comes in with a multiple personality, trying to reach the suicidal and pass hope, the runaway children and cover them from sun rays,

I execute my thots in different dimensions,with an equilibrium perfection.. Torment basic lines that fill up the radio stations, greedy trends,strange and fatal political essence, listen to this violin piece and inhabit your galaxy like its yours,control your God given, breath, life, earth.. We live in parallel destinies don't follow mine, mine blessed already by the mind of the supreme, creator of Mike, now The Lost Sun,follow Revelation signs, get trapped in my atmosphere, inhale dirt in a paradox. exhale purity that determines your future.in endless negativity, I understand demons and their forms,my body laced with exorcism notations. My heavenly form bares the mark of Michael, scribbling thots on the wall, scrolls that now evolved, to metaphors, uplifting lost souls, them who doubt my hiphop skills, check this, my B -boy stance was the first dance with the devil, left a mark in the sky, that thunder in July, lightning was me break dancing with both feet in the sky, thunder was Lucifer defeated falling on the ground.now get your facts right before u step to me with your weak fix, i don't mix baking soda with cocain, my high be a mixture of Cathanone and propane, i mean i just gatta spit....and it gatta be universal, nothing else or less ......or else .

Alien Galaxy Forms.

I wrote this piece splitting my mind from my natural form and watching single beings and understanding their thoughts...it comes after along period of hibernation, gathering knowledge and deciphering the basics of what we call basic needs of survival...I the Lost Sun had to watch the planet earth from a different galaxy.

Alien galaxy forms.

I heard opposites attract like magnets,basic knowledge proven by my all senses/ but i still look beyond the visible sun, the other universe pulling me with a force that i cant fight any more/ av tried meditation, av mastered the art of Chi to the highest level, still no one understands the depth of my demise, struggle be my twin from birth, perfected my human control to levels beyond psychic interventions, at times i tape record my self in my normal state, the outcome is a language not known to man kind, compared/even to the great hieroglyphics, the speech that put pieces in a form, brought boundaries to the rules of mathematics, bringing forth pyramids, so i walk this earth in a state of mind that my family doesn't understand, a mother that weeps on my failures, don't get me wrong i don't write for the music shit, moved from poetry to basic mental bisection, my thoughts hanging off the wall, waiting for a creature smart enough to decipher ,the understanding of gravity, apple falling from a tree is enhancement of matter that transcends from the ground to a higher level of life, metaphors that i scribbled vaporizes, ink and paper to ancient scrolls, thats how i time travel from my space to yours, able to see the black pope that has been forgotten by the books of history, to the first black American president.i was in the bus with another first/ lady who sat on a bus, by the time i got back my mum was cooking dinner on three stones positioned in form of support, as she gave me a portion and told me the pope was coming visit the forsaken continent, her last 2 words found me opening clouds, the almighty my father, taking me to unknown galaxies.

Look, don't get mad at me if i ain't in a booth recording my words, i praise the all for traveling galaxies, knowledges is grand, ware it like a tattoo, while clark kent opens his shirt with an S , i open my chest and all you see is a flaming microphone, so I'm above the norm, singing with the angels, on heavenly melodies, i extend my anatomy to my 2nd queen called Melodie,thoughts translated on an earthly form, will punish people for vanity man... Mohamed the servant of All, took and taught slaves the right way of life,now we bomb babies to justify the difference between a white and black sheep,comprehension of the rules of engagement defied by the chosen leaders,picture a friendship based on what you could do for me and not love, countries in political agreements, my worst moments is waking up on this earth, at times i stare at my dad to understand the genetic similarity, vampire effect hits my spines, like looking at a mirror with no reflection. So just waking up on this planet is a struggle, words of AOTP we need God thats why the earth is damned, if my brother was homo Erectus, i wish he wouldn't look for fire, then moved to introduction of vaccines in time that caused cancer, until you understand that the essence of God is within you, the few that penetrate the interpretation of the scriptures, live in darkness instead of light, but Revelations cut through these teachings like the first shall be last and the last shall be first, as i get back and my mother kisses me goodnight and its the same words i heard since birth, her loud prayers to the Almighty for my safety, gives me a reason to believe in human form, before i switch back to my Alien nature.this hiphop thing to me is the air i breath, so all of you who do it for coins, better get the survival of the fittest theory, the lost sun needs his oxygen.