In The Eyes of OppressionEvery day... I sit still and silent, Gazing into an abyss that we all call our shelter, God stares back without a hint of movement, Its been so long since I've voiced out to him, Its because I've stopped hoping for a balance, People say peace is better than violence?, But no one acts they are all pretentious, Talks of compromise circulates the air, But what is felt? Practically nothing--just prejudice, I can barely walk on both feet, getting glances from strangers which emote deceit, What did I do? Walk on your side of the street?, Its mine too, you are just a passenger lIn The Eyes of Oppression
Double BattleIm here to pop your sweat glands, The man that makes ammends, Is out to destroy your master plan, First hand, Im running in whisper code, Cant control the direction my mind upholds different thoughts in random which happen to dismantle your rhythm coat, Im on sinister tone, Now the chambers of my magazine full of dreams hackling jamming your think-mode, Choking your lyrical stream, Cancel your Gandhi hopes, You've awakened my deepest note, Im invoked by ghosts from the lowest realms of chaos moat, Locked down locked on choke hold no salvation post is the cost for breathinDouble Battle
Eyes of ParanoiaPoise under pressure is how I deal with each matter that stirs up my latter, Don't judge my flesh just yet, The only one who can touch this is God his greatness, You all give up on me like there's nothing I can be, But the true story is complicated, The words to describe its complexity won't be created until I turn eighty, Under Gods light only can I produce poetry so freely, But when it hits the other side of night, The fright builds up inside and makes me up tight, Im haunted as soon as I hit the mattress, Blankness is all I receive unwillingly, Gods enemy creeps on my fragilEyes of Paranoia
TunnelSix pins fall deep within your sleep, Its her treat, Slumber is the sweetest defeat, The feeling of dead man's creek is the peak, The angel of pacifism is in need, First come first serve is her policy, She has not enough time for Q's, You have got to resort to option two, Her basis of time is low key, A new view appears oddly, An illusion clouds your behavior as you speak, To your dismay her metaphors wont break, Malice waits, Your angel is too lateTunnel
This is my gift...Lay me to sleep in the mourning hour March with me on your shoulders Lay me at the feet of the sinner’s tower March with me now my eternal soldiers This is the gift I give you in death My words, my honor, lay me to sleep Remember the last word spoken cold breath Close my eyes and bury me deepThis is my gift...
Bury me deep in the shadows Bury me dead after the battle Life is pain I don’t let it creep Bury my soul and lay me to sleep
Remember the life and lessons taught As you place the rose on my lonely grave Remember how hard for life we fought For only our
Getting Over Youthis is a letter from my heart to you i wrote it long ago but it still holds the truth it started 'i love you' crossed out six or seven times followed with 'just notice me' on seven hundred lines next came 'is she better?' splashed with several dried-up tears the next implied forever 'i will wait for you for years' it was harder to continue flip to the second page the next line sounded lonely but it was hard to gauge it stated, 'please just kiss me one more time i know it will not make you mine, but the only thing i'm hoping for &Getting Over You
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"My mind is my only book."
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It Cant Rain All The Time
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"My mind is my only book."
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