If I could believe lies from truth,
I would be an honest man,
but sadly  fairy tales are true,
and I remain black and blue.

A truth is a whisper's gun,
Lies are joyous fun,
Even looking in the eyes of a saint
They can lie with no distraint

But in a world as crazy as ours
We can't expect real truth,
when our Politicians lie as truth
The youth gives it as solid as terms.

Colors to me
are like dresses,
created to love,
and make us blush,
and the skin that wears
a pulsating breath.

The skin that wears,
creates a feeling bare
as the colors she wears,
overwhelms a man addresses.

I love the black in contrasting white
and the Asians perfect  under lights
in their yellow and orange pieces,
It sets a man in glowing wishes.

You approached
the night you stole,
dazzling silver gown
black girl with tricks known how,
You danced the world away,
faster than if Chaplin today.
The powder whites may had sniffed,
but the rest of us saw colors in spring.

You came,
we saw
a princess
in an
Autumn dress
Didn't take  long,
as my compliments
made you feel blessed.
All rainbow colors shining
upon the flesh that's innocent
and she shines like a mirror
unlike the past of our terrors.

I load up bullets in my shotgun,
I'm going to enjoy so much fun,
Your head will blast like confetti
Your insides will look like spaghetti.

Society ****** me to ruination
Time for front news to this Nation,
I'll live on in immortality
My name will be remembered

I have a bullet proof vest,
I worry about police the least,
Also packing a AK47,
Today will be my day of heaven.

As they go hiding & running,
I have fun with the blasting
I **** kids, women and men
For every ****, I say Amen.

Unrequited love leaves a bath tub red
of a heart that truly opening bleeds.
Its hard to let go of her perfect image,
and the fact you have no privilege.

A cold room remains on a summer day
Whiskey doesn't blind out your thoughts
as you think of the two of you as you lay.
You're a net of a fisherman that's been caught.

Sacrilegious are your wounded red eyes,
Lost in a cowering position that cries.
Inside, your thumping beat that dies
A crippled broken Eagle can never fly.

We wish upon burning bright stars
we'll meet again and spark up the sky
Have the greatest *** worthy of Cuban cigars
Wash to shore the greatest of perfect days.

If all we had so great ***
but the devil numbed the pillow talk,
Our love was tangled in webs
Scribbled out by the chalk.

Our pleasantries became repetitive
unlike the spark when we first meet
And a kiss on the cheek was a given,
No passion that was never driven.

We had both worked out
we each deserve the blame,
for the love that diminished
carving in trees in our names.
Our little bark masterpieces
Little deep sculptures fading,
& our love keep perishing
like the strongest of droughts.