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I am but a puppet to my heart's passion

In the crudeness of the night

Truth and shadows mimic the twilight

And things that hide in the light

Become plainly and vividly in sight

There is a rawness to utter darkness

It is, in my opinion, what many fear

Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears

As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near

Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.


"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."

Me, myself, & my mic

Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.

Self Portrait

My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Politics

Hello my name is you and thank you again for you silent consent
It is you who governs my name and who governs the governed
That paycheck you thought you earned?
No, no, it's my fee for your inability to hear speak or see
When it comes to me
I am as green as the dollar you fight and kill for
I am as black as the conscious you once owned before you became my liberal whore
Nigger spic chink cracker guido wetback afghan terrorist towel head you name it
I don't discriminate
Proposition eight? Pass it, for god's sake
It is for god's sake, you realize that right?
No, I'm not telling you who to love I'm just telling you your damned in His light
Oh and PSSSST!!! That also doesn't make you human, so no benefits for you!
President speaks on education and ergo my sheep they are so loyal and always come through
Protesting his positivity, clearly education is irrelevant
It is I who truly work for you, my very international servant
It is game you and I play and either way it is on my very divine word that makes the day
I control your dawn and your white collared night
It is futile indeed to fight since complaints fall on deaf ears and will never unite
Since it is much more important to attend that late night website than go to rally for your rights
I merely dangle the bait and you jump without wondering how deep my hook is
Poverty, drugs, abuse, mental prostitution it is because of you, that is lives
Politics.

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