Lie to me and show me your truth,
curse at your friends, family, and lastly you, for your inability to convey what's inside, your proof, hate me and your colors show through from your insecurities and intolerances created during youth, weapons forged to keep away from you anything you don't know, or understand, and as a man no longer malleable and ready to take a stand for your truth, you would fight me rather than accept that tools built for wars will only harm you, to live for your wounds is to die by your scars.
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One person, one moment, one purpose forever stolen, by ridicule and a sense of inferiority, where no evidence save a slight will ever be, but then was a time of confusion, amidst peers who could come to a conclusion without anything to go on but an illusion of what they don't understand, leaving bruises so deep the only evidence to show will be the reactions of the man in life's trials down the road, but for now only a social division is what will grow, and if nourished by the continued grief from any who would seek a better station for themselves, this boy will have nowhere to go but a bus station to well, any place that isn't a continuation of the same old story of beaten up for someone else's glory, for fear that he may be a better than them you see, if kept from the light no one will see, and if kept in the dark long enough that's where he will want to be, but the thing about the dark, is your eyes will eventually, be able to catch any spark of light and so you will learn to see, that in darkness the most beautiful thing is watching the birth of a star from that first glimmer until it rises up to be seen, by everyone in the light, where they accept it as a new thing, but they are only half right cause what they see, is only a finished product, not the real entity, so this boy helped by a family, of darkness who showed him how to be like the rest, chose to take the bus back to the light to show the rest of the world that in the darkness may be where your evils are, and although battered beaten bruised and scarred, the heights they achieved while you weren't looking are the ghosts and shadows of your brightest stars, but you in the light wouldn't know it and that's not to say that you are incapable of doing so, it's just difficult unless you are one curious enough and don't mind going outside too far, to find the beauty of the suffering who are learning to be stars, at the cost of your own social standing, for the bus fare to get there requires more than a penny, and all the money in the world will only get you to the landing, you will change and the people around you won't ever look the same, but that's ok because you don't want them to anyway, some will be brighter and some will be darker, but their light you will see and that makes it harder, not easier as you might think it would be, because you will note things that are terrible in those you once thought as kings, and things in those you were taught were no better than fleas, that bring you to tears and a sense of shame for thinking them unclean, and with this thought i leave you to question, what it really is that you have left and forgotten, in your life long quest to find a place for you to be a mountain, so none can move you, or ever prove you to be a less than them, while you gaze up at the stars who look like the lives that you stepped in.
You see us and say monsters,
but we say the same of you, for judging without question and encouraging monsters from your youth, worse still You plead for answers from those whos job is to bastard my life so you don't recognize that you are the same as me, news journalist and lawyers, sensationalist reporters all cutting their teeth on my flesh and refuse to let me speak so their venom unchecked causes you to hate me, but i am human and i refuse to die silent, i won't let you ignore me, i wont roll over and be quiet, you all fight, you all hate, you attach yourself to labels and say your not one to degrade, but your station belittles others by stepping on their cultures, you want more for yours and do so through imitation of those oppressors, but the road is slick and your driving blind, unaware of where you came from, only following your pride, now off course with no turning back you fly off the wheel and hope jesus has your back, as your words begin to bury all you built on sand as it quickly swallows itself until there is nothing except what you damned, you wish you could go back, you didn't mean for this to happen, it's not your fault you just wanted... but never knew how to earn it, or what to do once You had it in hand. To be a male governed by emotions
Engagin in situations that requires Just A lil bit of patients And since I don't believe in half steps Laziness is instigation coupled wit frustration that's motivation for me to stay to myself Now my heart stay on my sleeve which gives insight to my buttons And I hate to lie So am I lying if I don't say nothin Not to mention I care to much About something's and almost everybody So I get hurt by something's and almost everybody Wit my comprehension as far as reading Can only be compared to gluttons and eating Delicacies to my taste But actions and words are the volumes that I'm seeing And with all that I'm receiving I'm noticing to some deception is as involuntary as breathing Wit nothin new under the sun My memory don't allow me to forget The games The B.S And every moment with the things that I miss Now this pride at times has blurred the lines of humility Some people have to be asked more then once But more then once to me is silly And I ain't beggin for nothin With the difference to me between beggin and askin is REALLY! Now with all that being said even spoon fed you can tell I'm far from average Yet I have to continue to prove this and put myself in a category opposite of maggots So are these strengths or weaknesses But I'll leave that question up to you to answer it POETIC Smells are a pet peeve
Beautiful smile and nice eyes BUT DAMN! You ain't brush yo teeth Halitosis is an oral disease That's the result of constant neglect of yo personal hygiene To be the coldest thing I den seen But it smell like yo tongue spoiled And that's just one of the smells That make my blood boil! With the fluctuations in the heat and you got halitosis of the feet Like you was doin laps in plastic wrapped in aluminum foil Smells! That make my blood boil! How can you shower and immediately need to take one again THAT GOTTA BE SIN! But again Smells that make my blood boil! Or the one that you catch on a breeze that could bring you to yo knees Victoria's Secret Pure Seduction Or the version they put out every spring Quite as kept That gone keep my blood BOILING! Or to be a gift to a prize Like CANDY NOW THAT'S GONE! Make my blood! Wit lightheaded and dizzy spells compared to dehydration resulting in perspiration Because something's Make my blood boil! Like to walk in a room and get yo nose assaulted Fabreez got a slogan You NEED to wash it Smells that make my blood boil! You ain't showered in two days And you keep putting on Cologne If you got on the same socks I know you got the same underwear on And that's a smell I KNOW That's gone make my blood boil! Fresh out the shower and you feel the way that you look That SMELL! Gone make my blood boil! They say two wrongs don't make a right Yo spot is like a sauna And you ain't take a shower before you got in bed that night Them sheets got a smell That gone make my blood boil! So if smells are a major part of yo world then you understand where I'm coming from They say cleanliness is next to godliness And if yo smell ain't together I know where you coming from! Poetic!!! With this thinkin when I was younger
I wonder why I wanted to be Alone So hungry for interaction That even if it came in fractions of infractions I just didn't want to be Alone Left in the deep dark recesses of my mind And I den been this way for along time Cause all I have left is me to deal wit dis pain So how long must I remain Alone Holdin on to memories aided by conversations over the phone In search of help for tomorrow But I have to deal with today Alone In this place seperated from home I have to continue to go on cause I can not not be strong I'm just so Alone Wit thoughts of the flesh of my flesh blood of my blood bone of my bone So well known Just Alone And I've had some success mingled wit even more regrets as I continue to reflect Alone So as stress compile on top of stress and I try not to flip or melt when I get upset And be left Alone Cause I think about how I came so close Or was I so far One night wit no stars All lies and no fact No main course just snacks And me Alone As I feel like i'm losin my grasp on reality Cultivated by vivid pictures when I sleep Littered streets of casualties So many bodies different versions all me As peace and serenity flee and leave me Alone Now my intellectual faculties are struggling for understandin Lost and abandon Left out and stranded Alone As mental enemies continue to hinder me and just won't leave me Alone So I stay in constant communication wit the author of creation Beggin, Pleadin Please don't leave me Alone! Poetic This is for all of those on the flip side of the coin. We know that everyone needs a family to belong to. We understand that, everyone that puts that uniform on isn't all bad. We know that you can't explain why that coward choked out someone's dad. We know you went in trying to do what's right. When you got in you had to know it was a fight. You can't give up when the going gets tough. If it's not hard it's not worth fighting for. We know at the beginning of the day, we all put our pants on one leg at a time. You just gotta see, we just wanna know why is Serve and Protect shooting at us.
We know that just because you sport that shield, doesn't mean you are corrupt. You gotta see that little Tamir Rice was born black. That doesn't mean that he was also born a killer. We know those who ran into that burning building to save that child. We know you didn't care if he or she was black or white. You gotta see it from our point of view, why the hell is Serve and Protect shooting at us. For those who searched the rubble in New York City, we still forever salute you. For those beating, shooting and raping all those innocent people, Karma got you. Just like all black people are not all gang bangers. Not all cops are empty minded racists. You gotta see, we need to know, why the fuck is Serve and Protect shooting at us. Poetic Another nightmare woke up screaming,
After a dream of myself singing to the ringtone on my phone, Sun beaming, Knowing that my terrors are now behind me, The futures ringing, My past and all the horrors I've learned to live with, Are now to me the breeze singing, Windchimes. A quality that is maintained and sustained by the faculties of the brain
Aided by an awareness of self but from the outside lookin in Can be perceived but never received as mundane A uniqueness fueled by an independence and a resistance to be anything opposite of different Because if my friends jump off a bridge would I jump wit'em Considerin I didn't even know the basics of swimmin Not to mention That water might not be the spot that stop was endin And my pride in some situations I find to be a hindrance regardless of position Adapt An ability to overcome because failure is not an option on this mission With an open mindedness accompanied with an acknowledgment of traits you don't usually find in this generation or times Physically they say I'm at my peak but mentally Far! From my prime A dime Wit a lack of confidence you'll never see That’s in short supply and you at the back of the line And a gift for a love of words that my momma say I need to learn and observe Because of this consciousness I see how its use can cause other to swerv A.K.A A depiction of verbs I'm talkin bout symbolical meanings teeming with the effects of insecurities and inner turmoil My whole family do this And that’s just reading with the intent to learn more POETIC! Four chambers barreled together, locked in a chest behind a cage forever, in the darkness crying away in a timbre, that few can hear carrying on to remember, while forcing away tears of sad Decembers, its song, Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, reaches out to others and cries "Life has been unfair to all of us!" matching tone and pitch with a choir of stitched up and beaten down trampled on hearts, whos' sorrow covers thick the floor of tomorrow, each beat crashing waves against times past to furrow, the brows of confused listeners and those who follow the beat that resonates within, who then find tomorrow to be a better hue, for the tune reached out and elevated now, those who dared remember their sorrow together, to a place where the heavens now tremor to their beat of Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, so those who know lonesome and sorrow as Christmas gifts down on the street, at least have a song to join in on, so lonesome can sing along while sorrow keeps the beat, as shadows of wishes dance between the lights that play on twisted strings over happy homes on which are reindeer and angel wings, their colors and lights refracted through tears turn each into a star that when wished upon returns only a silence, a reminder of where you are, a soloist who's part in the choir is needed so all the stars can hear it, the cry of a bleeding heart in the dark, to join the lonely others who find comfort and solace in their parts,
Thump-Thump Thump-Thump Thump-Thump Thump-Thump Four chambers barreled together, locked in a chest behind a cage forever, in the darkness singing away in a timbre, that resonates the soul so others will remember, those in need of just a glimmer, so their song, Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, won't be their last performance this December. |
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