We all have a view
Produce and direct
But the red tape
I just have to eject
Im black you see
In the deepest darkest part of me
A slave now freed
Friends of color at highspeed
Lenses retracted
I do not like how you acted
Playing a part
Roll on cue
Cut
Scene 1 is done
And its cataloged for the masses
But assuming just makes both of us *****
Film classes my glasses
Are foggy at best
Take the best negatives
And discard the rest
Measure your footage
And highlight the schemes
But from one to another
I was only pertraying my dreams

what if stars are acctually thoughts
Gas, acctually perpetual motion thought-machines
And universes are intrinsic plains we collide on through communication...
Expanding the ever-growing wonder known as "one phrase"
Let it be
So
We matter
Connect
To ART

Freedom fighter
Redeemed writer
Aspire higher
Hearts on fire
Projected liars
Truth seekers
Worn sneakers
Follow me
Then you'll see
Hope
Fully.
But maybe not
Perspective is all we got
And in here its hot
Well not mealt
Smealt.
Refined
And pure
Against the Quos' allure
But affected nonetheless
Tho seemingly meaningless
I breathe in stress
And exhale aggressiveness
Caress the best
And then I extol the rest
I implore to the chest
******* your kevlar vest
Laid many friends to rest
Is this just a ****** test?
Is my servitude effortless?
must be even less.
To fight for more.
This is the plight of war.

Parts placed in the Machine
Stamped out from a larger piece
Repetitive in nature
They just keep coming
Hordes upon hordes
GOOD LORD
THIS IS ALLOT
But its my plague
No room for the vague
Micrometer zeroed
Bending hero
I conform to fit in
And still get rejected
I guess this factory called life...
Just has zero tolerance.