The Slaves Are The Ones Holding The Guns

A culture shock.
Time to take off our bullet proof vests.
Time to put down our guns.
Let the violence end.

Children marching in formation upon the battle field.
With signs held up so high.
With rubber kisses and beatings of a life time.
Let us take note, let us make a record.
Do whats right put down your guns and join us.

Slavery is over.

A culture shock.
Time to take off our bullet proof vest.
Time to put down our guns.
Let the violence end.

Slavery is over.
Slavery is over.

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Explosion

Such a notion could create a catastrophic explosion. be very careful with the next word you speak. I'm already full of so much emotion. the outcome could be bleak. If that's what you seek, by all means please. I got the cure for your disease. Another victim of society. The fallen one. The forgotten son. Bye, bye your already done. Welcome to your worst nightmare. Your mine, its time. An apocalyptic sense of self satisfaction. For with complete control. I take hold of your very soul. I eat it so slow. torture is the all i know. Go ahead ask for mercy, see if you get it. Do i look like the forgiving type. Guess I'm not a sucker you stupid slimy mother f*cker. Keeping digging the hole i will put you in. Buried alive, wonder how long you can survive. think I'm crazy, well just maybe i am. be careful for such notions could create a catastrophic explosion. You asked, and now i shall answer. Erase every ounce of devotion. Let my eyes go black. hate can't even begin to describe it. I'll twist your back. A slight suffocation with a plastic bag. death is the outcome. the how is my tool. its at my discression. do i want a soul searching confession? do i want to teach you lesson? or make it quick? you just don't get it. don't mess with those who are psychotic. So you better just watch it. that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. Go ahead make your retreat. lets see if you have quick feet. should i give chase? should i embrace your fear. make you really disappear. it so god damn scary when i'm near. i am as you say. don't you think? I remember those words that slipped off you tongue. think i'll just sit back and take it. well that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. oh the fires intensity. bringing down your whole sense of reality. whose the victim. Whose the prey. How does it feel, tell me how does it feel?

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This Storm

The move to make.
The breath to take.
By storm, it hits to live by this heart.
In worlds which couldn't be any farther apart.
Even with you not knowing who I am.
You have already become part of my plan.
Upon making my stand.
Even if it doesn't seem that grand.
Still here I am.
In denial I'm not.
In which a dream is sought.
The cost can never be too much.
With such meaning no more than such.
Tip toeing across this high voltage line and knowing that all will be fine.
I will not be burnt, I will not be even a little bit shocked by anything I come across.
As a page floats away among the sudden wind,
I know a new one will be written.
Will I like it being the question.
But even if not being the determination.
Continuing no matter the headache or aggravation.

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Spawn Of Sin

She spoke to me again. Like night terrors they keep coming. Invading my dreams. My constant suffering. My constant incompetence. Never understanding what this world really demanding. Wheres my out. What will eliminate my doubt. A life unfulfilled. Born upon others thrills. An exile in denile. Only trying to find something worth while. No since of style. My soul is so full of bile. Dirty diseased as they made me. Try to calm me. My hearts racing. I'm pacing. Please soothe the savage beast. Please open the release. Set me free. A captor of my own being. A fellow cretin. A spawn of sin. An ugly reincarnation of evils contemplation. Pain is my pleasure. Blood is my favorite color. Do i even know what love really is? Can I ever forgive? Hating myself for what Ive become. Hating myself what ive done. A fallen angel who we spit on just for fun. My body is ravaged, broken, and torn. My soul is already gone. A conscience to aside. A liquid suicide. A melodramatic since of pride. The depth of my losses are so hard hide. Try what you will until it has been dis-proven. Draw your own conclusion. What you see before you is a mere illusion. For all that's left of my flesh. So cold, right down to the bone. Those who claim to be alone don't even know what it is to be a mere shadow. Walking right through walls. Nobody understands me at all. It is my downfall. An ackeles heal. Its so real. To feel, i only wish i knew. But when its been drove into you, you are nothing. What you become is but a speck of what you could be. Killing destiny. Never give it a chance. Trip them on the first dance. Shut them down by putting into to the ground. Head first, a sick kind of thirst. Think i just ate some dirt and it taste so damn good. I will never surrender like i should. I will continue my futile fight in the darkness, with the absence of any light for its my right.

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The Conspiracy Of Greed

Read another news paper, skimming through the whose who. A million stories most heart breaking. But i don't know what i can do. Try to educate the kids. When its adult mistakes that hurt the most. They create these ghost of our past. Will they forever stay. Will their be a day when all is okay. A mission of mercy. A mission of controversy. A hierarchy that tares us down as individuals. A slave to a system that says it wants change. But do they really know what that is. A pretty face in front of a camera talking so smooth. She has always been their. Evil is her influence. Being mind f*cked and not even knowing it. Is their no way of stopping it. A useless protest we digest. Another teachers strike for absolute fairness. Where is the American awareness. Stuck behind that pretty face. Shackle and chained. Pointing the finger to blame. But we are all at fault. So we must all bring this to hault. Shut down the system. Siege the white house, demand resignation starting their. Start at the top work our way down. Make our demands and draw a line in the sand. Suspend all forms of travel. Come in like a hurricane. A human disaster. We must break this system. Revolt even as they try to consult. Propaganda on every t.v. Station. A nightmare is our federal regulations. All the corporation, we have been instigated. Cease this has become a global disease. A fine for those who don't have insurance. What the hell is wrong with us. I keep seeing more and more homeless. So many among the jobless. Undereducated hard workers fall one by one. Next we will grabbing guns, it will lead to violence you watch. Millions vs a select few. It always ends with you. A person a voice a choice. This can still be fixed but we need a new government. Capitalism is officially dead no matter what has been said. So don't bring that daily bread to me cause i wont eat it. Not no more.

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(Angry Poem) An Empty Soul

My own little picture book.
Everything has been drawn so clearly.
I've felt it so personally.
The violence never subsides.
Its deafening
Its the re-awaking.
We are forever changing.
The loops repeat themselves every day.
Reign the chaos in.
Put it down with forcefulness
Grab it just to let it go
Oh no, no, no, no oh, oh
The ins and outs with out a single doubt.
The rock star still plays his guitar.
The poet still writes his poems.
The author still tells his stories.
The vocalist still sings.
Through it all the passion will never fall.
I get that phone call.
And I know bad news has now hit my door step.

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Just Another Voice

The golden promise.
The crutch to our society.
Chained to a bed post and no where to go.
Prisoners by choice.
Prisoners by the echo of my voice.

Can you hear it now?
Can you hear it now?

Starvation of both the body and the mind.
Robbed by the truly blind.
The undeserving kind binds you and me.
Together till we see our hell.
A walk through the shadows to where the soulless demon dwells.

A paradise written by liar and built of an ungodly fire.
A heart so full desire.
And no where to put the energy, the ambition, the premonitions.
I can still see them even in the dark.
I'm so afraid they will never stop.

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Melancholy Of Profoundness

A melancholy of profoundness
A mystical sensation of innovation has come over me
It’s the Gaia tree
It gives life to that was once dead
And it’s bringing out the best
All I want is replace the distain, the hate in my heart
With compassion
Help mankind in such a way that’s everlasting
Fearing the repercussions of past actions lies in my way
Waiting anticipating my every movement
So I finally found the courage to repent
Forgiveness is but on the rise
The grey skies are just another disguise
Trust no one
Being constantly numb is done
Over under any way to get through to the other side
Where the sun shines a little brighter
The burdens are getting lighter
Shedding off the layers of what has become my skin
But in truth it’s my demons

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Sending My Goodbye Letter To The Heavens

She is finally gone.
She had the mind eater disease.
Not Alzheimer but vascular dementia.
It was caused by contentious strokes.
It turns you into a zombie eventually after all the hallucinations finally disappear.
Sitting on the furniture with a blank stare.
She was my gram.
I went as a kid to Trustville Alabama each summer to be with her and my grandfather.
To visit my cousin, uncle and aunts all my mom side of my family.
Sometimes by bus, sometimes by car.
A thirty-six hour drive.
A ride of many sites and good times.
So many happy memories.
Something she had lost so long ago.
I happy she finally went, yet I want to crawl in a hole and just die.
As each tear streams down my cheek I remember everything she taught and did for me.
She was part of me.
She made me who I am today.
She made me go to church when I didn't want go.
Every Sunday like clockwork.

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The Medication Is Necessary

The happy pill.
Diagnosing something one can not see.
A wound that doesn't visibly bleed.
Does it make it any less real?
An how do you get it to heal?
Sometimes the only cure is daily medication.

The happy pill.
A silent suicide attempt.
Why is it so many go unheard.
Statistics, the deliverer so many verdicts.
Yet in poverty you are never reached.

The happy pill.
Just give me the happy pill.
Make me feel just a little better.
Tired everyday, not wanting to get up face anything.
The motivation declines.
And we stop for just one second too hit rewind.
Looking back, looking for a cause.

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