Deny Someone An Education. They Will Find It Somewhere Else.

Deny someone an education.
They will find it somewhere else.
Don't respond, if you do as you always do.
You ask for tons of money just so I can pursue.

Deny someone an eduction.
They will find it somewhere else.
Money can't be earned to support.
With violence they resort.

Deny someone an eduction
They will find it somewhere else.
A criminal mind intertwined
Cheating the system they see as just fine.

Deny someone an eduction.
They will find it somewhere else.
Starving to preserve a future so bleak
Capitalizing on those of the weak

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The Suggestion of Propaganda

When someones jealous and upset
because you can do something they can't,
What is the first thing they do.
Attack your character.
Try to defame by suggestion.
Suggestion is as propaganda is in war.
It is to take the hearts and mines of the people
And turn them against you.
Anyway to stop you from being able to see what it is your trying to do.
If your destroyed in public eye whether its your friends or the world.
Attempts a stopping from completion.
Listen to me the watchers of the doers.
I will not stop or be impeded of progress by the means or likes of you.
Say what you will, or better yet do your own.
Instead of this judgmental thrill.

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The Encouragement of A Tragedy

This life is full of 'drama' every day
With blind eyes we let it melt us away.
A tragedy is but both a life best and worse experience.
Some would call this by that name.
It is the exaggeration that makes it good or bad.
An abnormality in repetitive motion.
Over and over like a life boat in the ocean.
Attention sickness is what I call it.
It is no longer told because it causes pain.
But instead it used a draw in pity.
It is used as an excuse to do something,
or act a certain way.
The reality of it should always be treasured.
But the over obsession of it should never be encouraged.
Or come with a smiling acceptance that it usually is given.

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(Love Poem) Bitter Sweet Rose

Bitter sweet rose will you be mine?
Or am I wasting my time?
Bitter sweet rose you smell divine.
Do you have a succulent kiss?
Is it something I've already missed?

Bitter sweet rose what gives?
Is it how we must live?
Bitter sweet rose will you answer my questions?
Are you devote?
Do you stray when your bored?
Will you doubt?
Is what you want something more?

Bitter sweet rose are you keeping score?
Will you try something new?
Will you lock your door?
Do your lips taste like dew?
Bitter sweet rose do you want to go?
Do you love the snow?

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Mind Control With The Mind Still Intact

Beliefs can not be turned into truth or fact no how hard one try to.
Most of the time they come straight from the heart.
And as much as many people would like it their not all are the same.
You want clones you must first kill the human soul.
You want absolute control.
You must dominate with nonhuman power.
You must release absolute darkness and let it devour.
Until their is nothing left.
But an emptiness abiding.
Thoughts become so terrifying.
They become non existent unless their not your own.
A black hole to anyone that struggles or fights back.
Mind control with the mind still intact.
That would be quite a feat.
That would be quite an act.

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(Rebel Poem) A Empty Shell

An obsession I can taste it now.
I'm losing my conscience.
Surviving this desert storm.
Look in to my I eyes.
I'm ready to die.
If only for what I believe.
A massacre of the heart.
Dissect and inspect it.
And what do you find but the blood of man.
All I am is flesh and bone without it.
I would shrivel up into nothing.
A empty shell going straight to hell.
A mindless soldier willing to kill on a given order.
I'm insubordinate.
I'm sorry sir, but I'm leaving this is not my war.
Call me a deserter.
But I can think for myself.
I'm not one of the Christmas elves.
Just doing what your told.
It's getting kind old.

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Is The Impersonation Creditable?

Impersonating me will do no any good.
No matter how much the anger tells you should.
For that was how I was born.
This body was created from the ashes of a previous life.
I made it stronger and tougher.
Able to withstand multiple blows.
A lot less ego and a lot more confidence.
And let me tell you I am a azz at times.
A damage to my credibility.
Come on now, what creditability do I actually have?
Other then what I type what do you really know about me?
The fact is I'm not so important that I should be impersonated for the bad or good.
Have a conversation with me if you have a problem, otherwise your wasting your time cause I don't even care.

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(Choices Poem) Chance

Rejoice for you still have a voice.
A chance to change things.
A chance to make things better or worse.
Be steadfast on the decision you make.
What is it that divides us?
A moral.
A world in upheaval.
A rebel without reason or cause.
The flame will burn out like a candle.
The further down it goes the less time you have to know.
Make your demands now.
Make them very clear.
Do not let them fade or disappear.
Do not let fear take the wheel and steer.
No matter how things appear.
Only what's on the inside can be a deciding factor.
If you knew it was your one and only chance.
What would you do?
Take it or fake it?
Time to choose! ! !

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To Expose

To expose
Lets take the watering hose
Washed cleaned
Shinny smooth
A babies bottom

When it is reviled
It has been sealed
With the wheel still spinning
Its like reliving the unforgiving

Like satan's heart
You just can't know
What is it made of?
Is it poison?
Is it the dust from all the rust?
With rain let it wash over us

To expose
Lets take the watering hose

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Swinging For The Fences

A swing and a miss.
Sometimes disappointments do exist.
Sometimes things aren't fair.
Challenges arise.
And failures happen before ones very eyes.
But in the end it doesn't matter if you gave it your all.
Mission impossible.
We can not conquer destiny.
Beat it back with a stick if you think you can.
But still what will be will be.
You can hate the irony of it.
You can bow down in acceptance.
And continue on in a different direction.
In a split second we have a mental dissection.
The hated rejections.
The bluest complexion.
The sadness becomes like an injection.
Everyone needs their fill.
The realest know whats real.
Some wounds will just not heal.

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