One cannot Change
Peoples minds
For the Possibility
That one can
Is zero
One can Only speak
One can Only write
One's possibilities
Of one's Belief's

And Wait

And those who Have
An unconscious Feeling
That there is
Something Wrong
Those who Haven't Slaughtered
Their Curiosity
Of Understanding
The Psychological
Possibility
That they
Might be wrong

Will Come

No
one can't Change
Peoples Minds
By promotional Repetition
Cherry picking
Bullet points
One Can Only
Wait
For they
They Alone
Will Decide Their Fate

The Lying
Has spiked
At the borders
Of our world
Where the Innocent
Are mixed with those
Who are Not
Mass
Deportations
Requires
AI Mico
****** Profiling
Or your gonna
Recreate
The Trail of Tears

You lost your state
of independence
the day you allowed
business
to become a crowd

Have you ever taken a ride
to the sad side
where the tracks
lay buckled and bare
where the ones
who are born to trust you              
look up in quiet despair
at the face that says  
I love you
with eyes
that don't really care

In the graveyards
of the obsolete
their bones
they still rattle
in the lungs
of the young ones
on the vote
that you carry

Is denial
the only friend you have
when you look in the mirror
within the eye of your mind            
where your own personal demon
waits with a smile
with emotional baggage
snapping at the heels
of your remains

Escaping
from common logic
is sometimes mistaken
for freedom

Sooner
rather than later
your mask
will fall
it will be then
when you look
in the mirror
that you see
what you do not recall
your younger days
before you were trained
to wear a mask
that doesn't quite fit
your face

In body
we are many
in mind
we are one

Do you hold on
to a dream
that is broken
does your thinking
say
it is not so
do the beatings
rain down
from your heaven
as your common sense
begins to grow
through the haze
of the pain
you are given
is it so hard
to sleep Alone

Will you ever finish
what you started
when you promised
you would change
when you promised
you would turn
another page
that you would dig deep
into your emotions
to find
another way
to break these chains
of this twisted hidden
love of shame
of I'm sorry I promise
I won't hit you
again
depending
on what I feel
when frustration
becomes my pain
thinking
the only thing
I can change
is your face

How
do you do that
I would like to know
the skill that's needed
to make it so
to stretch one's illusions
over the cracks
of your broken thoughts
where your denial pretends
that you could be friends
if only
you would ignore
the knocking
on your door
that echoes inside
your head

Ain't no beauty
When your
Gone

I flat line every

Day

Ain't no beauty when you're Gone
My life just carrys on
And it always Fades
        To Gray

I pray every

Day

That you'll come back To Stay

I flat line every day
My life just turns to gray
Ain't no beauty
When your
Gone

It is said
Respect for the memories
For the personality
For which you once knew
Has far more value
Then the respect
For a vacant body

when your body
Your nerve endings
Your mind  
Are Screaming
Blue ****** ******

IT will be forgotten
Not even remembered

For it cannot be  
Described  
Only felt  

But the Fear of Change
Will twist your world  
IF you let it Worm  
Its way
Into your  
Everyday life  

For it has the nasty ability  
To change
your personality

Do you know
How many Subscribers
And followers I've got
How much money I get
How many people like
To know what I'm doing er
You don't do You
YEP your right
I don't know
COZ I don't want to Know

DO you know
How many people subscribe
To me
How many like to know
What I'm doing
Their called Friends
NOTE the word friends
Not Strangers not bots
Real flesh and blood
Friends
Do you know
How much money I get
No
I get **** all
Man that's Sad
Hahaha
You think
I would rather be wearing my shoes
Than yours
Uploading
Your everyday life
To your followers
Who are strangers you've never met
The stress of doing it just right
The obsession watching everyday
For thumbs up and Likes
You get a thumbs down
And your world
Comes crashing down
You get depressed
Now that's SAD
Living your life
With those happy smiley
Digital faces
And the one's
You do meet
You wonder a little paranoid
Are they after
A slice of my pie
NO my friend
I couldn't Live
A fake Life

Being feeble minded
Has been
Psychologically
And Scientifically
Stolen from the old
Now trending
Among the Young

Morning grey
Is gonna be the day
When it all comes back to you

Some how
You've realised
What you're gotta do
You now don't believe
In Anything

That is said to you
Anymore

You gotta leave
You've gotta clean your head
Find your own
Point of view
IF you stay
Your gonna Pay
In way's you can't Conceive
THEY will say
Anything
For you
to stay
But the leash stays on
Until your in your grave
But lately
I found the one that saves me
I found the one that explains me
And after all
This time
Passing by
IT was on my wall

The problem with
The sound of silence
It has a nasty habit
Of opening doors
To thoughts
One never thought of
Before

When those
Who play
With the pattern
Of Life
It is Only
The honest
And the poor
That Pay
The Price

Mommy
Yes baby
Could you
Tell that man in America
To give me back my legs
Could you tell him
Whatever i did
I'm sorry
I promise
Never to do it again
Sob

My eyes tell me
You look beautiful
But my mind
Insists
On knowing
What lays beneath
The chemicals
That are hanging on your skin

Strange world
Where people believe
That Original Sin
Is Not
Wilful Ignorance

You let them in
You opened your Door Wide
Because what they say
How they say it
The moves That they make
That Convince You They are Friends
As they Slowly **** you Dry
Of Everything That is You
In Your Desperate need
To have Friends
And Now You pay the Price
Always thinking about Their Wellbeing
As yours
Slowly Decays

It is said
Your Only as Wise
As Your Wilful Ignorance
Allows You To Be

I'm
One of those People
That Pretend I'm convincing
My mind
To fully Commit While
My mind Remains Confused
For My mind
Doesn't Understand Pretend
For at the end of the day
People Say
There are Question's
That Must  be Asked
Who runs your body
Is it not Your brain
And who Runs your brain
Is it not Your Mind
And Who Runs your Mind
Is it Not You

Some people Say
Unconsciously
To them self's
I can only Grow
In My
Self imposed  
Invironment  
In My
Wilfully Compressed  
Perceptions  
In the Scrub lands  
Of My  
Self Deceit  
Its the Only way I know  
Of Avoiding  
The Price  
The Psychological Pain
Of My Potential Growth  
Of Leaving  
All that I'm used to  
All that I've Ever known
Behind

It is When writes Anything
Be it For a living
For pleasure Or Therapy
One does Not Necessarily Believe
What one has Written
But For Those Who's Sanity
Rests with the Pen
One Must

Life they say
is just a roll of the dice
which depends on fate
that listens
to every word
you don't say

When your friends
do not become
your family
then they are not
your friends

Are you looking
for something
in someone
but only feeling the need
are you are somewhere
near the border
where there are signs
that you should read

Do you sometimes
wake up screaming
knowing
it is still there
like razor wire
coiled around
your inner thoughts
slowly shredding
the empathy that you court
as it whispers
the pious words
that you blindly repeat
to the hope
that still believes
that your intent
will set you free
from the coils
that hold your inner thoughts
in a place
that should not be

Can you hear them
as they slide
through the cracks
of your  thoughts
demanding you take
the first steps
on this road
you have yet
to regret

Do your
whisperings
of all
your yesterdays
echo
in your ears
as the present
quietly weeps
with the one
you hold
when you sleep

Would one
be willing
to give up
ones humanity
for the children
to regain
theirs

You have down syndrome  
and downing street
guess where humanity
Sleeps

Could you not feel    
something for someone
yet not see it
for what it really is
eventually
but often too late
to reinstate
that feeling
that should have kept you
Awake

It is
the skeletal hand
of your conscious
that rests
upon your shoulder
explaining
to the mask
that you wear
it is time
to cross
your border

A Spartacus is needed
within the American system
to show the Romans
in Washington
that all roads
should lead to freedom

The smoke
that comes
from your car
could that not be classed
as passive smoking
or the chemicals
you spread around
your house
could that not effect
your children’s breathing
or the chemicals in your fridge
that you feed
to your kids
could that not effect
their thinking
so could you please explain
why you complain
about something
that has no meaning

Are you missing
a firewall
that line of defence
that warns you
of the psychological intent
of the Trojan
that wants
To be your friend

It is not the colour
of the skin
that you live in
or even where
you are born
it is
the colour
of your thoughts
that define
your state of mind
in a world
where thoughts
are becoming
colour blind

It is only the basics
that are required
to understand
the whys

Are you happy
in how you're growing
within the body
that you see
in the reflection
of your perception
that brings you
to your knees
when the chemicals
and cutting
do nothing
but please
your broken belief
that only the outside
really exists

Why should you
feel
so embarrassed
when other people
can see
that you
do not fit
into the shape
that they
in their ignorance
believe
you should be

How can we say
we live a life
when our intent
scrapes clean
our honest pride
to leave
our morals
nowhere to hide
but within
the comfortable arms
of denial

The rich
may lose a little
but they will still
be rich
the poor
will lose nothing
for they will still
be poor
but for you
who call yourself
middle class
it shall be you
we will  meet
on the streets
and in the parks
with your cardboard blanket
looking for a place
that's warm
while your children
start over again
clawing back
all that you have lost
all because
you put your trust
into the ballot box
of hope

Do your dreams
keep running
is your reality
just slumming
in the valley of illusions
are you aware

You assume
there are no gaps
in your thinking
you believe
you have a continues line
but when you are pushed
on your common sense thinking
you break down
and scream
like a child

Light
has no meaning
when it only shines
in the dark