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Unreal Society Dec 2018
The true meaning of being an Artist is not just to captivate, or capture someones attention. It is to create art that inspires others to be creative.  -KL
Poems By:Kloyal EST-11-2018
Unreal Society Jun 2016
With tired eyes I see things clearly now, trust me I'm for certain. Its not about how far you get by another's standards,  that has any real importance. Life is to be or not to be, it's your choice to continue on or call it curtains.  Just follow your own path, and let your decisions provide your purpose.
Poem By:KLoyal Est 06-2016
Unreal Society Mar 2016
If you pay attention to those around you, eventually you will  begin to notice. That people's words and their actions, don't flow together in a fluid motion.

I have had quite a few losses on the battlefield of friendship, it's unfortunate with the friends I've chosen.

It took some time but my eyes have opened, wide with truth and my mind is focused. On the quality of friends I keep, and the trust I seek is loyalty a bond we share that goes unspoken.

Like having my back when situations provoke approachment, it's the loyal ones that stick around and back you up. While the ones who always  talk the most, will stand in silence with no defense keeping still as if their frozen.

Trust me when I say, that trust alone won't get you far. When greed and envy are played as cards, to hurt you as a person. When you pay close attention, you will know which friends to hold and which to fold for certain.
Poem By: KLOYAL Est-02-2016
Unreal Society Mar 2016
Stuck inside the maze of life, were material value keeps the people slaved. You get so caught up with the distractions around, you fail to realize the price you pay.

It's time to disconnect the computer wires and step outside the captive frame. To no longer be dependent on, the software society's programmed in your brain.

I know the plan the hidden hand, keeps in play to keep us slaves. Keep the people dumb and in constant fear, they are easier to control this way.

The plan calls for mindless drones with mounting debt, so you continue to work and pay interest for the rest of your life. Living pay check to pay debt, in a vicious cycle until you die.

Credit is a weapon used in the separation of the masses. The goal is to collapse the middle class forcing them to join the poor. They give out loans and extend out credit, so people can live a life they can't afford.

Make no mistakes about the truth. From birth your programmed and trained to live this way. It's sad to say a credit score determines your wealth now a day.
Poem By: KLOYAL Est 03-2016
Unreal Society Sep 2015
Defined: The sad reality that our political system, government, and it's elected officials, are plagued with corruption by factions of corporate America.
By: KLOYAL  Est- 9-2015
Unreal Society Sep 2015
Created to destroy us there deadly poisonous, you pay for it, you pray to quit, but truth be told, you cant kick it. ******* these cancer sticks, that are sold through out our nation. Purposely designed for the decline of our population.  

I'm just another victim with the sickness, no stoping now addiction. This poem is called addicted, for those who smoke the death sticks, of tobacco but try to quit.

Its a habit you cant lift, and even packaged like a gift. Just try one have it, light another with matches. I started smoking to fit in, then it developed into a habit. These demons in a pack of 20, constrict my lungs and turn them black. I know the risks yet still I smoke, why must I buy this pack.
Poem By:KLOYAL Est 9-2015
Unreal Society Sep 2015
Its safe to say that better days, will come to me when I loose the rage. I hate the way I have been betrayed,  and I have lost all hope, but still I try. To be with you even though you lie.

I should of had some common sense, by the way you act around your friends. I've had enough, so I question why I spent the time right by your side.  Then I get questioned by you any time when you get drunk, you throw away my compliments since you deny my trust by arguments. You treat me straight with disrespect, I should have known so I regret. To have given my all, but what I have learned from all of it, is trusting you  had a consequence.

I lost more now, than just my pride. No more time to spend with you I tried, I shut the door, and close the blinds. Good night, good bye, I've made up my mind.
Poem By:KLOYAL Est-09-2015
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