"Whatever we convey to you,
You think we're lying,
Better get real familiar cause loose ends are tying,
They love politics and the underlying,
You understand the half without innersighting,
Better get acquainted with the chakra finding,
Lacking discipline, cut out all that trauma dumping,
They tried to block the energy , there is no stopping,
Collecting all the data that they store like shopping"....

(full poem in link below)

AB - ..Baby rejection is protection,
We were never ever the same,
Self awareness and common sense meets logic,
The human brain can only do so much,
Consciousness electrifying beyond universes,
Thoughts racing into better circumstances,
Better choices,
So be mad when its you I would erase, you are a phase,
Don't betray my trust , it could get ugly,
Make up a sob excuse for what you did, waddle like a little puppy,
This world is a joke and when it ends , it still will begin..
●
A.R. - They say it’s best
To expect the harm
From other human beings.
Its yours anyway
If you ignore it.
Your fate, your fault
Your flaw.

No excuse for innocence
Even if we all
Join this world
With it
intrinsic.


**** that.


There’s an obscene
arsenal of barbs
And daggers.
Piled up on the
hardwood floor.

A Battle Royale
In waiting.
But I won’t touch
A single one.
Not even for the shadows.


Cut me down
And I’ll be shorter
But I’ll never be
Anyone but
Me.

(Full poem in link)

SIP A BUNCH OF TEA , HOPE THAT I DON'T GET FULL,
AT THE HATTERS TABLE ,
HOPING THAT I'D FIND TO DESIGN MY OWN WORLD
BELOW,
LOOKING FOR LIFE'S ENDEAVORS,  GREED AND POWER
LIKE A MAD MAN,
BUT YOU WANNA' LIVE FOREVER?*

I put myself on the line like way too many times,
I've made a bed for myself,  yet still more rise and
shines,
There is no room for error,
Brain mechanics is fine,
Could take the fire and heat,
But I'm a water sign,
Family don't care that much , that shows over time,"

By Abpoetry

That of your own self interest,
getting the weight off your shoulders resulting in some further examination on your part,
Shadow work , watch the wheels turn,
watch em' tumble over rocks and fall apart,
Like soap suds , cleaner modern art,
the chaos ensues, the world is a ruse,
Ya' skin color's already something they'll use  ,against you,
You lean into the tense you,
You wanted love , you wanted someone to Innerstand and learn you.
you had someone , he took ya hand , you gave him things,
he took those things and threw them right back in your face,
Now you want justice for your heart,
You couldn't get it, always lose for winnin'....

"Love,
Should be a wonderful thing,
It's an impossible thing,
So many people in ya' contacts,
Its an optional thing,
The Audacity of this generation slumping out thing,
This a when in doubt thing,
No conversation,  never started,
I'm cool with it,
Not having a connection is my expertise,
I need another drink for all the women that I didn't waste time on,
Say you wanna' be friends but still ghost me,
Have you no shame.."

(Full poem below)

By Abpoetry


Tired of being somebody that goes above and beyond,
Tired of being a pawn,
Tired of the everlasting ignorance I get from women,
I'm in a different arc now , that should be a villain,
Furthermore *** is genuine to you?
Weighing out all the options for your dream guy,
Might hurt you,
Tired of being looked at based on level of attraction,
Or not making transactions,
"Oh he don't got car keys or tattoos, not for the taking",
I been said it,
This generation's cooked for our race in fact,
We'll dead it , this **** is pretty ******* stupid anyway,
Backburners , the only thing women will put me on,
Birdchirpers , they'll say you got your incel turned on,
No apps , no friends , no lies , selflove only prevails.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
  And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
  And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
  Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
  Though stretched from sky to sky.

"The Love of God"
This is the last stanza of the old hymn. It was said to be written on the wall of an asylum. But the author is unknown.