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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

Monday, August 9, 2010

Imprisonment

Having so much to say yet no place to be able to express your voice
Having so many options but granted one as your only choice
Wanting to dance but being robbed by a wheelchair
Wanting to sing but having to choke to get enough air
Yearning to learn more but unable to obtain because your brain cannot retain long term information
Yearning to touch her lips and actually feel the skin's sensation
Living to work instead of working to live
Living to succeed but unwilling to give
Unable to express love and affection
Unable to follow your own direction
Forced to war
Forced to work at a minimum wage store
Smiling only to hide what really lurks inside
Smiling to save another's sanity so your true feelings you deny
Walking on eggshells for those who still disappoint
Walking on sunshine because that pill and that needle was better than yesterday's joint
Looking for happiness but hating your reflection
Looking for some equality in retrospect of your complexion
Ignoring the truth for a bitter fantasy's exception without an obligated ring
Ignoring the fact that maybe you were wrong and money isn't everything
Fighting for the wrong reasons with no reason to reason with
Fighting for love with size, girth and width
A slave to history
A slave to time
These to me are the biggest imprisonments, complete with shackles and grime.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

well put!!! it is quite sad especially when I see it everyday where I live and in the communities i live in! The question always seems to be what are we fighting for? they claim we have been set free years ago but Have we really?? At the end of day we are right where they want us! Controlled and killing our men, women and children ourselves!