It doesn't matter
What People Say
I already have
What I Need
From You

A Friend

The Problem With truth
Is that it is In Love
With facts
Until death Do they part

You are Not
Or will you Ever be
Included
In Any
Of our debates
On how to deal with
All these problems
We have today

And If you try
You will be
Laughed at
Trolled
Dehumanized

IF you carry on
You will Be ghosted
Deleted banned
By Those who are
In a position
To Do so

But Why

Because people like you
Cannot Be
Reprogrammed

Because your not
Wilfully Ignorant

Because your Perceptions
Are to damm Close
To the ******* Truth

Because we avoid this
LIKE the Plague

You Don't

No my friend
I couldn't do
What you do
Nearly everyday
You watch
From day to day
Someone's else's life
You feel
What Their going through
I'm the same
But the difference is
I try to watch and feel
What I'm
Going through
In My Life
So the people around me
Don't feel like aliens
When i
Disconnect
From someone else's
Life
That I see
On the Net

Has One
Is one
Hungry
To be a part
Of something bigger
Then yourself
Has one
Picked
A Political side
IF one has
Then one is still
Hungry

OH my
Your not exactly
The sharpest knife
In the kitchen of life
Are you

Let me explain

IF you have no freedom
To speak
What  You Think

Total *******
Or Commonsense

Then
You have no freedom
To think
So whats the ******* point
******* about
Freedom of movement
When your not Allowed To Think

The greatest trick

The evil Minded

Ever played

Was to hide their Horns

In a Crown of Thorns

Let me Understand You

You didn't Get the memo
Not even a text
A letter maybe
The Rules have been Changed
IT don't matter how much you have Or what you have
Or who you were
Be you rich man
Poor man
begger man
Or even a thief

You ain't Coming In
Your on the wrong Frequency
Rules are RULES Man
Regretting ****
At this stage it's a little bit late in the day Eh

It's wheely wheely simple You Ain't Human Minded

SO in a word Your ******

NEXT

IF YOU NOTE
THE COLOUR
OF THE SKIN
OF YOUR FRIENDS

THEN YOU ARE BLIND

The picture
has been written
the words
have been painted
but the silence
remains
insane

When twisted nature
robs you
of your children
when you look in the mirror
who do you blame
when a child lays dying
on a ***** street corner
or tied to a bed
screaming in vain
please
look at the children
who do you blame

Could you point out
your own fears
could you speak about
what lies beneath
your thin skin of belief
could you secretly
hide the despair
of I”m convinced
and handle the pain
as the cracks became
an understanding
of why the shame

Why think negative
when negative
doesn’t think about you

The apathy pack arrives
only when your state of mind
starts to fade
into the abyss of whispers
where the chaos
of black and white
flays the skin of reason

Your future
begins
at the start                                    
of every thought
you create

Is it not our shame
that is decaying
between the widening cracks
of our broken thoughts
where we gaze
through the eyes
of our masks
that were never
educated enough
to educate
us

Are we lost
within the graveyards
of pious broken thoughts
where our past memories
of intent
still weakly crawl
between the light of the moon
and the headstones
of regret
like slowly fading ghosts
we forget
the task we were given
when we brought life
into this world
the task
of building a road
where our children
could proudly boast
that they gave
their blood
sweat and tears
for us
yet
like slowly fading crippled ghosts
we still walk the graveyards
of broken thoughts
where we cry
behind the masks we wear
while smiling
at a reflection
of a fading ghost
who cares

Have you barred
your feelings
from the thoughts
that wish to know
why you hide
behind
other people's denial
within a comfort zone
where your feelings
keep telling you
this
is not
your home

Are you one
of the frightened ones
who finds it hard
to keep your door ajar
to look a little further
from the things
you think you are

Rare Are the eye's
That show respect
Without Fear
Of being wrong

That shows
The honesty within In a world
Where Honesty
Is Feared

We live in a place
Where animal species
Are being Hunted
To near extinction
For their bones
For their fur
For their paws
And Yet
WE are not
On the endangered
Species list
WE are Forced To hide
by our mother's
WE are
Hunted
The day
WE start to breath
Codemned
By our own skin
For most of us
Who live
Long enough
WE know
If we are not with those
Who are human
We shall without a doubt
Lose body parts
To the machete
For the magic show
That starts
When they hunt
One of us
A Dying Breed

Jigsaw puzzles
Are no different
From words
Trying to figger out
What words fit
To create a picture
With meaning
SO that others
Can understand

Woman
You don't understand
From your
Neck down
I know you
You see
I'm a little Strange
I want to know
What I don't yet Know
And that is
From your neck up

It's hard for Us
In these lands full of Lies
Trying to stand
By what we believe

On the streets
With our jungles of fear
Watching for things
That are unclear

Often to late
To try to reinstate
Our blood that now flows
Along the ground

COZ we're Human

Down to our Bones

And we're wanted

Dead or Alive

There are Day's when I Weep
When I Look at my Child
Knowing the thing's
She Has to Hide
When she's on the street
With no jungle of my Fear
Not Watching for those
With a mask of Sincere
WHO will take her Away
Never to be seen Again
Until they Find
Her shallow Grave
COZ she's Human
Down to her young Bones
And she's wanted
Wanted
Dead or Alive

I didn't have the brains
To Bury My hatchets
And now I'm Older
And I weep with regret
Watching my hatchets
Burying them self's
Deep
Into the Hearts
Of my children

It has been said
For many years
You cannot Pass

No matter your tears
No matter your wants
No matter your needs

For your Heavy
Vibrational
Emotions
Will Forever
Keep you Chained
In Recarnations
Within this Circle
Of Lamentations

Where Your Mind
Not You
Is free

Does one's life
One's
Way of thinking
One's
Way of Living
Looks Suspiciously like
Someone's else's
Copy and paste
Belief's

The Strongest Link  
In your Chains  
That binds You
To the spoon
  That Feeds You
Twisted Truths
Out right Lies
Is You

If the act
Of observation
Is an act
Of fact creation
The question is
How does one
Decouple
From the
Less then 1persent
Of What We See
Fakery
Could it be
That there Are Fake humans
Who continue To Believe
That there's Probable Cause
To Believe What they see
No matter the Fakery
On their favourite News feed

Sometimes
I get the feeling
That people are like
Candles
And we are the wick
Most burn slow
Some burn quick
And there are those
Who fall over
Never to rise again
As our Flames
Slowly dissipate
Into wilderness
Of the Winds That change

It's a funny old world
Where addicts
Cause destruction
In their community
And to those
Around them
To their own life's
Being called
The **** of the earth
And yet
We do the same
Addicted to things
Made by Slave's
Addicted to product's
Made by
The death and destruction
Of other life
Leaving nothing
But pollution
And yet
We call drug addicts
The **** of the earth
Strange

When one plays
With the insane
Side of life
Inviting
The Whispering
Into one's Home
When one joins
The orchestra
Of Pain
Listening
To the music
Within one's Mind
Dancing
To the Low Frequencies
Of short cuts Envy
Bitterness WHO to Blame
No matter WHO you are
You will
Be Left Behind
To reap
All that you have Sown

I sometimes
think Of my bed
As my grave
Rising
From the ash's
Every morning
Like a Phoenix
Continuously trying
To Fly Everyday

Are you looking
For a group
A base
For a home
Where you can Feel
Comfortable
With the proven
Human
Like minded
Where you can
Take off your Mask
That protects you
From the monkey
Minded People

Are you Looking
For a group
A base
A home
Where you can Speak
What you Think
No Longer
Destitute
Psychologically
No Longer
Politically
Homeless

Tell me
What's it like
Living in a country
Where there is so much
Systemic institutional
Structural racism

No idea

I don't Live in a country
Where I can't grow to be
What I want to be
An acter
A politicion
A professor
Working
In all levels of this society
But you have to work for it

There are those people
Who are jealous bitter
Green with Envy
Looking
For a colour to blame
No matter
what the colour

But the Millions of people
Who Live Here
There not that many
SO
What country
Are you talking about

I don't understand
Your an African American
How can You say this
Well
Number one
What I'm saying
Is True
Number two
I Am Not
An African
I Am
And Always will Be
An American
DELETE
DELETE THE ****** INTERVIEW

Do you see
The Light
I Said
DO you see
The the Light
yes
I Can't Hear You
YES
What's it Say

ER Hummm

Shall I tell you
Yes
It says
I say it says
To Enter the Light
You must Read between
All These LIES Or be thrown
Into the Pits of Hell
Of Your Own Ignorance
DO you See the Light

SILANCE

It's strange
Memories
That i don't Remember
The Feeling Of The Pain
I've met Through out my years
But I have A nasty feeling
That the Pain
Remembers
Me

Why is one

Restricted
Limited
In one's
Thinking
One must Understand
That the Only Faith
That is Not
A Psychological Crutch
That has Value
Worth more Than mere Gold
Is Faith
In Yourself

One wonder's sometimes
Could it be
In our
Everyday life's
Things like
The Mandela effect
Is nothing more
Then a code
A language if you will
A Warning
That will Drive you Crazy
Or Drive you
To an Understanding
That this Reality frequency
That we live In
Is Not
What We Think
It Is

Is one
Still scared
Of allowing ones
Philosophy
One's
Way of thinking
To out grow the Spoon
That Feeds You Theirs

Coz one understands
Being Excommunicated
Ridiculed
The loss
Of everyone You knew
Means oh so Much
Psychological Pain
The Long Walk
Starting One's social Life
All over Again

Is it not  Strange
How people say
My energy field
My spirit
Like it its a Possession
Something owned
How can one
Own it
It is You

Do you feel
Behind your
Reflected  
Broken Smile
Your  
Psychological Eyes
Of Apprehension  
The words  
You carefully use
To speak

Navigating
Through your Feeling's  
That are Screaming  
I Need  
Standing  
At your Door  
That Floats in your Heart  
To carefully watch
The one who comes knocking  
While the children  
Wait  
With bated breath
For their Happiness  
And yours
Depends  
On Your Instincts
Not
Your Wishful Thinking

I do Try!
To be on time
To meet myself

To stop the Wondering
Within these jungle thought's
That i create
To avoid the path
That will Lead I
To myself
For I Know The decisions
That will be made
Could well be Set in stone
An Unavoidable Path
No longer Wondering
With no direction Home

Have you heard
On the digital Grape vine
That your lifestyle
Ain't gonna be So fine
Coz one's digital friend's  
Are beginning to Suspect

You're not
As Hollow
As Them

Your digital cardboard cutout  
Is beginning to Fray
Slowly showing
That your Drifting Away
Into Thought's  
That are Forbidden  
To be Expressed  
So be Careful  
Where you tread  
Their Digital Traps Are Set

It is said
Those
Who want to live
Their life's
In intentional Ignorance
Belittling
Becoming trolls
Let them be still
And those
Who are not
Let them be still
For at the End
Of their days
Those
Who continue to vibrate
On the Base line of Life
Will be screaming
In Fear
Of the Psychological pain
When they Finally understand
The meaning
There be Sharks
In their Jungle Of Perceptions
In Their
Pig ignorant Dog eat Dog World

There are
So many circles
To choose from
So many A.I.s
And biological Friends
SO many side's
One can
Take comfort from
With all the
Psychological
Persuasions
Yet to come

Some will be heavy
Some will be light
Depending on one's
Frame of mind
And all
Will pass you by
But they are
At the end of the day
Psychological Persuasions
Just the same

Their motives Unclear
Until
Hindsight Explains
The Reasons Why

One now Suffers the the pain
For Not Listening
To one's Instincts
That are crying a river
A Sea of broken Perceptions
That one created
For wilfully Ignoring
The Feeling
Of Future pain

Most people dismiss
That feeling out of hand
When politicians
Are debating
About our lands
My feelings
STOP me in my tracks
Explaining to me
The feeling
Of the word
That I'm feeling
Is Slimy

It can only Be
When you want to
For no reason
That your Honesty
Is Clean

It is said
Time
Is not measured
By any Calender
Time
Is measured
By what you do
Within It

Has one
Ever felt
The Feeling
In one's Quiet Times
All Alone
The feeling of the question
Uncomfortably
Unconsciously Asked
What do
You want to Do
Survive
In this system
With all the knee bending
That is Required
Or live Life
With Everything That it Brings