West Africa keystyle daily log November 2008 (including pics)

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Went to West Africa last year, and I made a daily log in the Train of Thought section.  This year I'm going again for the month of November.  I'm setting up this keystyle log here at the forum, to organize my thoughts, I leave in two days and will have an ongoing keystyle thread here; and probably a written log in the Train of Thought section (complete with pics from my trip I hope to upload as I go even while over there I can hit up an internet cafe at times).



^^Pic from last year's trip^^^


Oct. 29th

Planning a trip
this year I lost my grip
slipped up, plan flipped
Guess it's all a part of
the earth's recent "energy shifts"
That's why oil prices
rise then slip
That's why a black man
is about to become president
But when election comes
Infinite gone be gone
Infinite gone be twisted up some ganja
Underneathe a West African sun
Infinite gone be risking all that
and then some...
Infinite gone be watching sunset
Infinite sleepin long past dawn
Infinite chillin,
this types of shit
alot of shit could go wrong
Could fuck up again
yo, but wouldn't be the first
Crashed a truck into a bridge this year
Riddled with debt and fear
But since this the year
of change and hope
Infinite gone hope for better days
Infinite gone be for that "change"
that phrase
that Obama has coined
Cause there is tension in my loins
But I'm going ya'll
I'm going for broke
So yo...
fuck it...
and fuck it again...
till the world spins
On it's broken axis
Check back kid...
For more of Infinites log
I leave in two days
All praise to Allah!

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

my path, my place my life, my love, my writing, my reading... just seeing the sun.
just seeing the sun
just feeling the air
just alleviating the pain
just praying away the fear
i remember this feeling
oh yeah, i felt it before...
the feeling of being alive.

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

the truth is a means to an end
something you can use
whether the islamic truth
or the way of the rasta
it is a trust that if you are dealing
with one who is good in their way
you are safe in your dealings with them
sometimes shortcomings may occur in our many ways
as we travel west and return to life there
a shortcoming is mistaken for a virtue
to allow us to be comfortable in our jealousy and envy
but the stream that moves about continuously gathers no dust
it takes what is good and is cleaned from what was bad
it never follows only to get stuck in a dirty path

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Would you put yoru gold in plain sight
only to have others envy and thieve on your wealth
one must protect virture and store it in a vault of patience
using it only on the most important things
in the investments that last for an eternity
nourish the soul with sincerity
when quran said religion is sincerity
then its also sincerity
even if it goes against conventional wisdom
and self-governed by the opinions of others
is the ruin of the soul.

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

My thoughts are deep
I speak and watch words fall from clouds
They beat upon the bottom of the ocean beneathe
Travelling the Earths crust
the daily hustle of life
the uncomfortable stress
everyone has to take a moment to breathe
to see thoughts slowly
to heal the disease
the dis-eases of the heart
I'm always aiming to please
but sometimes my needs
may be in conflict with yours
so we start wars
and find closed doors
when we try to move towards
each other
...so just let me pass
and just move along
by myself
and be one
until the day these gray clouds roll away and I can see the sun

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

A valuable custom is gold in one land..
useless trash in another
a tradition is vibrant in one time
old and dirty in a new time.

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

writing rhymes till my brains leak out
writin blind till i can see my route
till I see without doubt
got to leave this house
my abode is dull
goes slow
time to roll
flow out like a spring
leave this spring to sprung
the sun so some of my hearts
warmth cfan touch the source
from whence my destinys course
was charted- ofcourse
i speak and preach till my voice goes horse
u go to church try to put god first
i do the same for j-i mean allah
what was i saying jah first
again its from teh same source
joy and pain.. its the same source
take warmth in the moon
its still the same source
my life is showin remorce#
for times when my threshold was broken with work
and i lost my values and principals
in the source
most high most cherished
never embarrassed
god maintains our dignity
in the sight and eyes of allah

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Sometimes we don't know which days
Will be the turnin points in this maze
This haphazardous haze...
that we call life

Some days are more important than others
Like August 21rst of the 96' summer
but other important days
I don't really remember the dates
to be exact
in fact the day just passed
but now when I look back
I can see clearly that
...that one night in Fall 05
was a time that changed my life

A grandmother dies
While another life is created
it was my fate that
all this occurred
simultaneous
As I'm hearing the details
of a journey I would long to take
Cause in it I saw a heaven awaits
I contemplated till I was stuck still and frozen
But somehow I thought I had to just keep movin
and finish off my plans for better or worse
but it was on that day that the journey
was given it's birth
and when plans fail
the bad karma must be deposited in waste dumps
So I envisioned a landfill that turned trash to treasure
dust to diamond
it's the zone that I'm in...
it's just a path
just a destiny
written especially for me
secrets of my own life.

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Life...

Life let me down
So now I'm getting back at life
It's my enemy
So now I'm killing everybody in site
It's an underground war
That nobody sees with sight
Even I don't see it
Except  when I dream at night
Others covered my face in shit
I tried to clean it up
So I looked for a waste dump
I went to a far off place
deposited all of my human waste
So that nobody would see
But always the one that see's... is me...

They tell me Allah see's
But this war is against Allah too
Because Allah played me
And made me to look like a fool
Call me bitter
Call me a loser
Call me whatever you want
or maybe you it's just me
calling myself that and I can't front

Who knows, I don't think it's true
I just think that life played me for a fool
I think I thought highly of life and God
But they didn't smile back on me
instead they covered my brain with fog
So I projected it back onto the Earth
and contemplated it's results
At night my subconscious battles my conscious
in a series of insults
verbal assaults, and past life visions
in one of my dreams I was even
eating shit, did I mention?



So mad at God
guess that means I was mad at everyone else
I know this can't be good for my health
I know it's not right
I know it's jealousy, envy
and so on and so forth you probably say
but I just can't shake these fucking feelings away
Wish I could just crawl into a cave
Or travel far far away
and let my excess mental stress play
...play out like theater
the theater of my life
It's like an Eminem song
they called his music catharsis, teenage angst
I'm 26 now, but I still find reasons to hate
Reasons to hate this world that let me down
a few times to many
So now I let others down
who think I owe this world plenty
but I feel like I don't owe this world shit
after what it's done to me

Yeah, I'm bitter, I'm bitter
I know that's what your thinking
Maybe I should just go to a bar
and spend all my time drinking
wash down all this "Giulty Conscience"
in a pool of alcohol
if my funerals tomarrow...
something about "If the Music Stops"
tried to use another Eminem line
or something....
trying to compensate for a life
that didn't amount to nothing...

Try to say I was high when I wrote this
so that ya'll can't see the truth
In reality I was as sober as your morning news

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

This is how I self-medicate myself
Sure beats seeing a shrink
So I start to think and then I sink...
into the paper... like I was ink...
what goes in must go out
ying and the yang is my eternal dance
to give my life some balance
is less of a challenge
for me
to see...
I'm tired now...
I think I will go to sleep
peace (war)

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

no stressin
life is golden
the golden
means of trade
the gold standard
my life way real
while workin like tax slve
keeps me legal
but makes me want to leave
to a better place
american dream aint for me..
yo..
american dream ain't for me man..
yo..

Amerian dream its big it gloats
so i followed the fiyat currency
to find the money trail
see it's all just a big hoax
found out they was sellin plastic notes#
so i go back i time
gold standard
golden mali
kings jewels
new rules africas different system
peep the wisdom
i leak like grape fruit
mind been decieved squeezed
depressed in america
so let me rest int he east..
and breathe...

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

she is beautiful
skiny girl
her face is cute
her waist is firm
she gives everything to you
asks nothing in return
pleasant
never excesses or stretches her residence
she just gloides by me
softly changeing night into day
she the music without the words
shes like a musical instrument
unique to me
makes me think deeply
like puffin earb

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

my threshold my principals
i try to hold my principals
remain a prince
but ocne my threshold is stolen
then i'm rollin
just to ease the pain
keep a problem small
mititage
and all those scrupels
fall by the wayside like loose jewels
but hey that's life
just remember them when things get right