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In This Darkness

For All The Dogs

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"I Need To Know..."

*"Four hours of sleep. That’s all it took. No names, no history—just a presence that won’t let go. She exists somewhere between the stars and my subconscious, pulling me into a world where distance means nothing. I don’t know her, but I feel her. The weight of her emotions, the unspoken pain, the quiet unraveling of something she can’t say out loud. And somehow, without ever touching reality, I’m there.

I don’t have to see her to know she’s real. I don’t have to meet her to understand that I was sent to witness, to feel, to hold space. Maybe that’s what celestial power is—moving through the unseen, controlling the current of another’s cosmic ocean, letting my heart be where my body cannot.

In these dreams, I know her. I know the way she presses against me when she hugs me, how the weight of her sorrow turns into stardust bursting around us. I can see the details the waking world won’t give me—her smile, her height, the way she turns her head when she speaks. She is both a stranger and a prophecy, and every night I get closer to knowing why.

Angel number 1046 is a message of divine alignment in love. It signals that romantic energy is shifting, new connections are forming, and twin flames are drawing closer—even before they meet in the physical. It’s a reminder that love moves beyond time, beyond space, beyond logic. If you feel it, it’s real.

This song isn’t just a reflection. It’s a question, a calling, a dream that keeps happening long after I wake up.

Original Track: The Real Her - Drake 
11/15/2011 

Poem Remix..
Midway..Beat Reverse.. 
Last Part is Cosmically Manipulated.. 

So tell me—do you see her too?"*

🔺 1046 Frequencies
🔺 This is beyond music. This is a transmission.
🔺 She’s out there. Somewhere.

TAKE CARE, 2046 EP

I NEED TO KNOW

DOG HOUSE

When the poet retreated to Scotland,
to his upper largo estate of stone and silence,
he was not alone.

For three nights straight,
a woman came to his balcony—
not of flesh,
but of breath and shadow,
wanting only to sit,
to talk,
to spill whispers that carried tears.

They call her K.
And her beauty was never quiet.
Pink and black roses bloomed at her feet,
roses so sharp that when the poet
reached for her face,
they pricked his finger—
a warning that love here was no soft mercy.

He realized then,
this was not the same woman he once dreamt of.
The night skies turned,
stars opening like watchful eyes,
and through them he saw her—
a celestial woman gazing down,
searching his consciousness,
trying to step closer without breaking him.

She lingered above his world,
just watching,
curious.
Not a muse,
but something older.
A presence who wondered
when she could finally sit beside him
without the roses drawing blood.

So he wrote.
Each poem carved from the ache
that something—
someone—
was calling.
He wrote of her presence,
her distance,
her balcony visits,
and the way she haunted the stone corridors of Scotland
like a vow unspoken.

In isolation,
he heard his elder voices
channel through him,
guiding each line.
And with every verse,
he realized:

This EP isn’t just a sound.
It is an interaction.
A diary of nights spent with the unseen,
with a woman who came not to love—
but to remind him
that the veil between them
is thin as a rose petal,
and sharp as its thorn.

RUMA (PROD. ISIAH22)

ADDICTED

KB (PROD. 6ASTARD)

FIFE TALKS

A journey into the land of truth and mystery, where the owls of Scotland stand as eternal keepers of wisdom. Not just an OVO symbol inherited from an older brother, but the timeless whisper that has guided me since the beginning.

On September 10th, 2025, the Poet visited the Scottish Owl Centre. The owls gazed upon him as he asked the trainer if he could write a poem in the open garden. Alicanto stood at his side as if Drizzy himself was watching, while Oing bore witness in silence — both guardians of a moment when the wind carried every word into memory.

But in the dream, the date was December 4th, 2024 — a prophecy, a stamp outside linear time. There, he met Othello. They spoke of reflections and likeness, and Othello Senior revealed: “Someone out there has been searching for you… waiting for decades. Your elders are sending you codes. You must decode them. You are alike.”

The Elder of Whispers stands as stone, beside the glowing “S,” with the 330 beacon of the ’96 born. White roses seal the signature — 1046 — where the "0" is not emptiness, but the balance and the channel of communion. A bridge to his older brother, his dreams, and the echoes of ancient Drizzy whispering in real time.

This is the poem that was never spoken. The one locked away in the Poet’s vault.
This is Alike.

— Little Brother Wisdom 

ALIKE (PROD. ARXM)

The poet linked with Jennie after the city pulled us back into its arms.
From a DUMBO penthouse, skyline glowing over the towers,
her friends brought me a plate of food—
we talked Scotland, laughed, shared stories,
pictures spilling across the table like pieces of a memory.

Jennie showed them us—
in the middle of the estate,
surrounded by flowers,
two souls whispering about love,
about the possibility of forever.

The night kept shifting:
smiles, temptation, her watchful eyes.
They said, he’s tall, he’s handsome, he writes poetry.
But Jennie knew my gaze too well—
a stare that makes hearts unfold,
that leads into either love or lust,
both too deep to walk away from untouched.

When the skyline dimmed into night,
Jennie pulled me close—
not for words,
but for warmth.
For passion.
For the silence that speaks louder than any poem.

This track carries that night.
Love, lust, depth, and the possibility of always.

F***IN"

I am not a Rapper.. I am a Poet. 
1046 is a numerical angel..

It’s Just A Poem 📝…  

All Poems are tied to dreams and feelings.. 
Poetic Art is created by The Poet

Enjoy 🕙: 🕓🕡

I NEED TO KNOW

1046

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