Fiction, Cartoons And Heroes By Jinx

First spoken word piece I performed in public. This piece opened the road to being a full-time spoken word artist. Amazing!

Rite Of Passage

Graffiti Saved My Life

This is my ego-boosting poem. I wrote this because i'm hurting, mofos!

Why The Universe Did Not (Sample 1)

DJ Josh The Island Boy of EasyRock 93.5 Boracay read  my poems, "Let Me Take a Photograph of You" as part of their program for the love month, February. This is such an honor! Thank you Foo!

Feb.16 Adlib4pm Josh

Goofing around. Stoned as fuck. Alone in my house. Decided to fucking rap. It's summer and it's my favorite season of all time, but it's goddamn hot.

Summertime Feels

This is just tripping. This is not for commercial use. Tash Sultana is an awesome musician from Australia. She inspired me to write and so I made this. 
The singing and the music are all hers, the spoken word part is mine.

"In This Jungle"
There is darkness in my head that I wish you didn't see,
You ran away, okay. Go ahead and leave.
Run back towards your mother,
She never liked me anyway.
To her I am Satan dressed in sheep's skin.
Go cower underneath her dress,
Hide behind her religion,
Let's see if Christ would come down and place a blanket around your fears.
You only saw a glimpse,
Darkness only happens where light does not reach.
If you only allowed me to open up,
You could have seen the shadows and sun spots dancing inside me,
They are pretty friendly.

Take a look at me, you know I could have been your playground.
Take a look at the people around you, are they the angels you hoped for?
Are they the answered prayers,
The laughter of innocence?
Do they echo God's name when they speak?
Do they hum glory when they breathe?
Do they wear God's skin when they hold you?
Did they turn the water you drank into wine?
Do they make miracles like you and I?
Do they write poetry and music like we do?

Are you going to leave me because of my darkness?
You could have seen my tunnel where genuine kindness is at the end,
It will lead you back to our jungle, and you can save yoyrself.
Our jungle is where the wild are the innocent,
The beasts are the friends.
No sheeps as clothing, just everyone naked.
Trusting that God lives inside us.
And the only laughter you'll hear is that of life.
We will hold you as human beings, flesh and blood.
And we will continue making miracles for those who need breathing.
Our water is just water,
But we can have wine and beer all the time.

Walk with me in this jungle,
Where no one is higher,
Where no one is mightier.
We may be sinners, but we apologise.
We don't know how to forget,
We know how to forgive.
Walk with me in this jungle,
Walk with me in this jungle,
Share this bed of earth with me.
Share this bed of earth with me.
Share this bed of earth with me.

© Slac Cayamanda

Tash Sultana's Jungle vs. Slac's In This Jungle

This is poetry I wrote in 2014, not for anyone special. But it has come to have meaning to me for a very special woman I met in 2016. Believe everyone's truth. It's their truth, not yours. They might need it to put themselves in the right path.