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Vagabond Maurice

Vagabond Maurice is a musician known for his unique blend of hip-hop, jazz, and soul. He often incorporates poetic lyrics and intricate storytelling into his music. With his smooth delivery and thought-provoking content, Vagabond Maurice captivates listeners with his distinctive sound. more »

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The Fifth Practice: Insight 

Damn I missed my space ship
While on the way to Zion 
Count away the seconds
While in the rain I'm climbing 

It's like I'm fighting for freedom, writing for freedom 
Pimping my wisdom, pinpoint the trauma 
Sought knowledge in the droplets of rain 
Let it wash over my essence 
Like, catharsis 
I placed my trust in those who didn't need it 
Gave advice to those who ignored it 
Curse of Cassandra, the clarity of my voice 
Penetrates through the depths of, the void 
Avoid the hardheaded, protecting my energy 
Devour the hard lessons, develop my inner peace 
Destroy, the mental barriers, searching for harmony 
Free fall from asteroids, center self to breathe 
I speak in metaphors, write in similes 
To seek my inner scrolls, and the, vinyl of my soul
The tone of self love, sounds like my brother's prayers 
Kissed palms whisper to my flaws when I 

Holler and you holler, you finally fall 
But I'll levitate, till my spirit, grasps fate 

I missed my space ship
While on the way to Zion 
Count away the seconds
While in the rain I'm climbing 

Speaking in dreams, a black man holding the seams 
Of duality, shedding self, so I can see 
Through reality, wielding the Agamotto, I heard 
The voice of truth, but missed myself 
Calling the knowledge of self worth 
The wisdom of self love, the trinity of the verse 
Reflects, my Xeno works 
A 
Black boy finding secrets of Utopia 
Wrestle inner demons, seeing, oceans of my inner being 
Sitting on the edge of the river, quoting Siddhartha 
Look for definition of self, like Saitama 
Foot steps, treading on Mars, like Manhattan 
Weightless, dancing on air, like Zaheer 
God's Hand in the Zen Garden 
Stay patient till my mind's open 
Evanescent plotting Buddha's Armor 
To the hymns of my brother's prayers 
Kissed palms whisper to my flaws when I 

Holler and you holler, you finally fall
But I'll meditate, till my soul, illuminates 

I missed my space ship
While on the way to Zion 
Count away the seconds
While in the rain I'm climbing 

This ain't a sad song, it's a sonnet of 
My inner thoughts, seeing 
My outer being, reaching 
For reflections in the droplets of rain 
I yearn, for definition, defining my life's plane 
Through
Countless hours of, honing my craft, it's 
Time to show, my, work's gold 
A 
Virtuoso lyricist, count stars with Nujabes 
Tight rope misfit, balancing common sense 
I don't sleep often, but I, dream well 
Every, verse spills, from 
Lucid lips, like 
Like, loose leaf pages ripped from my soul's scroll 
The calligraphy is sloppy, but sounds like Jazz 
Whispers of saxophone solo 
Sound
Like I can't keep quiet 

Writing as if, the fountain of youth
Can be discovered between her thighs 
Spit, like there was a hurricane
Left on my tongue 
Tastes 
Like Nostalgia 
On the rocks

I've spent too many midnights
Marauding for war 
Sun
Glimmer like Gai-sensei grin
Senpai, I've finally noticed
The Super Saiyan lurking
In my speech
My Taj Mahal is nostalgia
Mural'ed in apparitions
Reminding myself that "selfies"
Are a radical form of self love

My journey to Enlightenment
Is a dreamlike ode to the Jazz
Articulated in break beats

The studio is late night haven
Catharsis 
A pulpit of blues
Built on twilight
And I am a comet streak
An apparatus of confetti
Strung to night sky
Like star 
Dus(t)k
Is moments away
But the horizon couldn't be
So close

Hue of nostalgia
At the bottom of whiskey
Glass 
Served
On the rocks

I am (30) and unfinished
Realizing how beautiful my soul 
Is
How beautiful I 
Am
How fragile my smile 
Is 
At funerals 
Where 
I wrote eulogies 
For 
Homies 
Poured 
Forties, to memory 
Block 
Feels, like I've lost myself 
In 
Their untold stories, but can't forget 
My 

Story 
Yearning to unravel my 
Story 
Even if no one is listening 

I guess 
Catharsis is the reason 
I missed 
My spaceship 

To(o) 

I'm Happy 

It don't take a whole day to recognize my light 
I shine bright, eighth light, of All Might 
It's the third eye, five side, inter-dimensional 
I calibrate the lyrics to seek, my inner limits and prosper 
Limitless I 
Break down my gifts, in increments 
I exist 
Between the seconds, I blink 
Between realities 
Slaying the false prophets 
Meditate with scholars 
I found, Buddha in mountains 
Love, struck me to stardust 
Palms stretched toward the north star  
Celestial secrets, in my repertoire 
Tethering the Storm 
Omega beauty Ororo 
Borealis chalice my magic is universal 
Holding onto spirits, I twist, manuscripts 
Into voodoo 
Pull blues from the moon 
Condense my energy 
Move, in harmony 
To align, nomadic minds 

Collapse breaths on a dying star 
Vagabond be molding mantras near and far 
Kissed palms, I'll meditate to where you are 
Rejuvenate the spirit just to heal them scars 

With mindfulness, we recognize the tension in our body
And we want very much to release it, but sometimes we can't
What we need is some insight
Insight is seeing what is there
It is the clarity that can liberate us from afflictions such as jealousy or anger
And allow true happiness to come
Every one of us has insight
Though we don't always make use of it to increase our happiness

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