Light
has no meaning
when it only shines
in the dark

In body
we are many
in mind
we are one

If you wish
to satisfy a need
that cannot speak
first you must
understand
what it thinks

When self delusion
is stripped
from your bones
who are you

Are we not
all halfbreeds
from races unknown
the only species
that has survived
the troubles and strife
in centuries gone by
from a patchwork
of broken memories
and forbidden
archaeology
we will
grow

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

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

One night
it will happen
i will
follow me
to see
where i go
when i sleep

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

Could somebody
please tell me
because
I find it hard
to understand
how is it
that people say
they work hard
for the future
of their child
yet leave the future
of their freedom
out on the cold
concrete streets
to be hunted
by the wall street wolfs
like sheep

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

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

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

When I Look through These bars
Of your design
When I feel sun
Through the window blinds
When I smell fresh air
When you open the door
I bow my head
And Cry
A little more

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

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

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

She never said
she could love
but she would stay
for a while
and in that time
when she bedded
your spine
your thoughts
did nothing
but whine

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

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

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

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

At what level
do we vibrate
in our
psychological state
what feelings
do we create
to cover our mistakes
that we ignorantly made
to calm
our shallow thoughts
that scream in rage
every time
we try
to turn
A new page

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

When someone
you think you care for
becomes scabby
don't wait
for scabs to fall
peel back a few
take a look
is this the one you want

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

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

Why do you need
to see
what's behind the door
are the words
I love you
not enough
any more
why do you insist
on looking
behind the scenes
when you know
what you will find
will not be me
yet you hope and pray
that I will change
while wishful thinking
becomes your cage
as you lay
on your barren bed of despair
believing
one day
I will care

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

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

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

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

Not many people
survive
when they cross the line
to a different frame
of mind

Why do you
Refuse
to see
it is not your hole
that sets you free
but what you feel
when you see
that the one that loves
actually believes
you are a beautiful
human being

It is
the art
within your soul
that defines
your state of mind
when you acquire
the art
of an open mind

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

You have down syndrome  
and downing street
guess where humanity
Sleeps

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

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

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

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

Is it not
the silence
in the night
that you dread
in that place
where your mind
begins to drift
into things
left unsaid

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

Escaping
from common logic
is sometimes mistaken
for freedom

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

Hope
like any other
psychological drug
taken
when it should not be used
brings a thin skin of happiness
that you assume
runs deep
as despair
claws its way up
from your abyss
to lay claim
to the hope
that you wished

Between the lines
of which you speak
betrays the one
who believed

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

IF YOU NOTE
THE COLOUR
OF THE SKIN
OF YOUR FRIENDS

THEN YOU ARE BLIND

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