Free flow is a wild ride no goal or pride
No drive, I walk through with no guide
Moods wax and wane with the tides
Interests ebb and sway with nights

Till I slip into that choppy water
Another case of human fodder
Lassoed by the greed of the butcher
Yanked in undertow to the slaughter

Fish out of water panic and inhale
Alveoli drenched skin turned pale
I die as I breath unbirth the tale
Toxify blood with Co2 as I trail

Fray at the rope around my throat
Underwater choke under the boat
Hull just above so I can't float
Got painted with a blue coat

Bruised blue finger tips and lips
Washed on shore gather the chips
Zombies walk the coast for licks
Get those rotten green bricks

Use em to buy resurrection
An ride the turgid *******
Of life with no protection
Just to feel the connection

Life is overrated but its the only show out
By default rated highest number one it touts

I know I shouldn't touch the flames
But I keep reaching out covered in burns
I can't feel my skin
Tongue taste tin
I left my brain
So I'm right as rain

Right on time give me some change
Right on time can't you spare some change
I know, I know
I've really let go
But it don't show
The flames they glow

And I shouldn't put my hand forward
When it sparkles I'm fine being charred
Tired of tryin
Now its time
For fire and wine
Am I unkind?

Rude of me to offer myself away to the pyre
Not my fault that I'm burning your final wire
Hot to the touch
Unfit to be a crutch
I don't want to touch
You'll be my torch

I'll burn out and you'll catch the flame
But you still have our skin and our brain
You will feel pain
of the oil rains
On your skin
Change will burn

On time or too late I don't care I just know
That sooner rather than later I'm gonna go
Living life lighter
Gonna be brighter
I'm going faster
Won't last here

Who wants to live forever
Rather be spectacular
A spectacle
Unpredictable
Uncontrollable
Until I am unable

Progeny of sin                                                              ­                           Genetically inclined                                                         ­                                            I’m the next of kin

Ideal is in death                                                            ­                                      Apathy is in me                                                               ­                                                  I am losing breath                                                           ­                                       

Worshiping hollow hope                                                             ­                                           Pray to the self                                                             ­                                              Take a little dope to cope                                                             ­                         

Dry eyes, dryer tears                                                            ­                                           Cold blood, colder heart                                                            ­                                               Flat-lined mind,                                                            ­                        where are my fears

Leave me alone,                                                           ­                                          Help me please

Poems filled with different words but they feel repetitive
Words filled with different meaning but they feel repetitive
Mind filled with different thoughts but they feel repetitive
Soul filled with different parts but they feel repetitive
State filled with different beliefs but they feel repetitive
Country filled with different people but they feel repetitive
World filled with different walks but they feel repetitive
Time filled with different events but they feel repetitive
History filled with different tragedy's but they feel repetitive
Life filled with different cycles and they feel so repetitive

We write down the sadness in ours souls to cope with the passing
I write my sins I write my hate I write my sadness and its repeating

As a society looking the other way when did this become okay?
I think it was yesterday when we made our way from oversea

Came from the isles where they subjugated the whole world
Hate held in humanity's heart since Carthage evil we hold

I cant see a bright future ahead when our future is in our past
When I see everyone repeat the same mistakes only one thing lasts
The repetition of pain and misery in future, present, and past

Dreams tainted by the course of age
I've acted like the prince but stood as a page
Thought my rage was past tense but I don't change

Expectations of respect but I'm not royalty
And I still stand with all my hate and loyalty
Sleeping soundly and when I wake its regrettably

My waking life is spent as a constant
Eyes closed with dark bags tired my countenance
A need to be a man of substance, a brain with content

It drives me to escape and sleep all day long
Life on my word the path of pain where have I gone
Burn in the night to escape the change will never come

Always I seek the validation of respect
Only break is sleep some stolen moments
Born poor and envious my life is one I reject

Heart beats in indigo even as it lets go
Dark and bruised still I will always grow
No need for an escrow when I rest it all goes

Ten thousand years and we're still peasants
Now the ruling class hunt us like pheasants
Presently they act like their oppression is a present
When we act ungracious get gassed till we pleasant

They never cared when opioids hit the street
Why would they when their the pusher
Catch you with drugs they sold and they're the punisher
Arrest an addict and then in the cell they **** her
Evil ******* in the force enforcing like predators
Live life proper and you'll still end up behind bars
If blue stars decide your life offend theirs

Armed like the military and they declare war
On the peasants fighting brutality and alls fair
Might mace a kid cause his skin aint fair
So much pain and I'm no believer but I send a prayer
For every Trayvon Martin and every Tupac Shakur

If we're being real police have never helped me
All they do is spread fear and imprison the free
They'd shoot a man for taking a knee
But let a murderer walk free
Police cause chaos in the street
So defund the police and lets see
If we can have peace, finally