Expectation And Submission:

The kool-aid sat on the table for two days.
I was forced to take a sip.
My will to live was driven out by fear.
I allowed true masters to abduct me.
Modern day oppression welcome us all.
Not one line will divide or add color.
Perception is ugly like horseshoe *****.

To Be Human:

My flesh means nothing
However my spirit is intact

It takes strong will to keep things together
In the morning we recollect outcomes and push forward
At night we rest on needle beds and wrap ourselves with razor sheets
Believe it or not it is all balanced
Breakdowns can gulp you whole
Mental order is necessary to remain sane

My flesh means nothing
However my spirit is intact

Human Incubation

The world painted us with mud and it harden
She allowed us to see beyond the cracked dirt
Even though millions denied their own worth
She recognized that our path belong to us

Everything in us is beautiful even when life is ugly
She didn’t permit us to play victim
Our wickedness is only a distortion due to self-hatred
She promoted love through pain
I know sightlessness can still bring forth opportunity
She knew change was absolutely essential to move foreword - FK


Rest easy Maya Angelou.

Beauty is…

The flesh can never be defined
Dip it in water and watch it prune
Views or imprints can’t be outlined
Surgical sabotage meet Dr. Doom

Strip the mind & provide ***** mirrors
Self-hatred is big business worldwide
Strip the mind & provide ***** mirrors
So call ugly people want to hide

Our difference is magnificence
I testify you satisfy
Your countenance is radiance

Love all that you are without ridicule
Ridicule no one knowing beauty is love

People are in conflict
Nothing is true anymore
How does it feel to rent life
Wounded like a dry *****
Bones broken unseen flesh
Back to the dust of the land
It never mattered that you did your best

Money money money
The quest for fire is gone
Years past and old is anew
Jungles formed unshaved lawns
I'll paint the picture without lights
Blood on the canvas
Even with laws our eyes are without sight.

We look at one another and our eyes meet with disgust.
A bundle of joy lives with each blink,
so I keep my eyes shut and walk blindly.
She taunts me with laughter,
so I deafen my ears to shield the heart.
I can only be sure of myself.
Not to long ago I said, "It was nice to meet you."
Time never perfected its unseen future.
I've learned that everything is an illusion,
and never shall we survive as lovers.
No reintroduction is necessary when all is lost.

The Peeling:
The mask has harden/
The heart has conformed.
Survival at play/
The need to perform.
Evidence of change/
Mirror rejection.
Never forced inside/
Entice by questions.
The answers set guilt/
A war was waging.
Now lines will be drawn/
As the world keeps fading.

It was never about the way she looked.
Truth be told...
I truly adored the way she looked at me.
I just wanted to be seen.
The way she observed me was pleasing.
I made it easy for her to discover all that I am.

Love is dangerous
The heart is brutal
****** spills my guts
I want to adopt her lust
Knife to my throat
She robs me blind
I don't want revenge
I just smell my sheets
Her smell lingers
I ball up like a fetus
Love has abandon me
Let this be a lesson
Love is dangerous

Musical Chairs:
Worst than someone pulling you down a ladder.
Worst than not having a liver to filter your bladder.

The enemy of enemies is your lover when night falls begins.
Wash away all that is not true in the morning forget your sins.

Toast to highest and dash past the library with less knowledge.
Tip the stripper as she dance and wish to get your ***** polished.

The last to sit down will stand forever lost in a typhoon.
Keep turning a blind eye to the obvious life will past by soon

Colors And Naughty Whispers:
In nineteen forty-three she was born. She was a colorful child full of laughter. The world itself was not ready for her ,so she was darkness burden. As time went on books became foreign and words were lost in translation.

Men didn't want to dine her, yet the flesh was good enough to water. Her absence of information opened up to warm lies, and then she gave birth to a *stranger.

Reconstructed Evil:
Nowadays the new norm is acting like you are unaware, so when negative things unfold you remain a stranger to the anger of others.

You become the basket case,
even worst than that a straight lunatic.
Closed in by the concept of being too sensitive.
How could this be when all you wanted was to be left alone.
Arachnid silk keeps you confined as a meal for poison victory.

The Actor:

Holding on to power and living in a fairy tale
People create what they need to survive
Once the lines are read they start to believe
If the script is written in space then they begin to float
Nothing can stand between their versions of reality
The danger behind becoming a performer is letting go of the role
Even logic has no place
What divides from truth equal more lies

Curtains:
It comes to a point when the party is over
No celebration can last forever
Lets move foreword until the last horn is blown

I no longer run into the fog because all is unseen
I am patient as I wait for the smoke to clear
I climb mountains instead of flying overhead

My body is cleansed of all sins, as I tell no lies
Let love ****** me, as I take her hand
I feel good, as my freedom becomes natural

She don't trust me
She is forever scorned
Love don't simply live here anymore
When I walked out the door
She said
Love don't simply live here anymore
No matter
No matter what she believes
I'm not the man
The man she makes me out to be
Why can't she see me
I am so much more
And it is her I adore

I first fell in love with her when she said she couldn’t remember the year, month, or date.
And time meant nothing because she didn’t know the hour, minute, nor the second.
I placed my jacket over her **** body and looked up at the heavens.
Where did she come from?
It felt like I knew her all my life even though we just met.
She was everything I ever envisioned in a perfect woman.
No …I shall not describe her.

Many yesterdays have passed and we have dance 245 times and she has fallen for me.
Now I am all she knows.
Today, tomorrow, and now her future will be sound.

The story never ends
When the cycle of life continues
Beyond any measure of lost lovers
Let her stand strong while she's alone
And allow his misery to forever change him
I question love motives
Yet answers aren't said out loud
If I offered you just one day of passion would you refuse it
The night will produce no glass slipper
The morning will welcome no kiss
So make way for all access and let me in

I just realized I fit in no equation.
I'm symbolic,
I'm one,
Nor am I a carbon copy.
I can never truly bond because I am unseen.
My life is between here and there,
trapped in this dimension and this is my hell.
My soul is boxed in purgatory
and my name is a dead language .
Friends
Family
Reject me without warning,
but somehow I survive each morning.

Sometimes the unknown weakens the true self that remains unseen.
Break free from the revolving door
and stand still for a second.

Allowing words to connect with your reality is important for your well being.
Intrust the balance between dreams with your worth.

Starvation.

First and foremost
The plot thickens and the atmosphere is beyond any thunderstorm.
The forecast was predicted before the growling began.
Bellies ****** in not by choice.
Now misconduct fills the void .
         I'm starving
         He's starving
         She's starving
The people are ready to run a mock    
Have you ever witness ***** in a bucket, they fight relentlessly to get out until they tire.
Have you ever witness a person eating mud patties to ease the hunger pains, I'm talking about the real hunger games.

Shortcomings is starvation
Starvation of:
Attention
Food
Education
Clothing
Electronics
Transportation
***
Hugs
Love
Fathers
Mothers
Family
Yet, politicians act like they don't know what I am talking about .
And beanstalk will never grow if beans were handed out.
Give the people jobs that match America's cost of living.
I can hear bankers & corporation whispering blasphemy .
What does it really mean to live among the living when you are the walking dead......
We want flesh.

Unexpected Beauty:

When the door opens, the mind understands no one can enter without a key.
Once inside you are in control of all visitors that try to change a piece of land to sea.

Subversive activities can blind the world of one that is more divine than others anew.
Self awareness is a gift for just a handful and it allows their souls to remain true.

Nothing is hidden when the days are simple,and never will I allow my days to be so complex because what you see is what you get.

I offer my history never to predict my future, but I do set goals in motion hoping for the best.
I wake up with my heart open for the world to touch, so embrace all that is me.
I only wish we could be reborn pulled head first with the knowledge of what's right so there can be no wrong.
I will meet many faces on my path to righteousness, and some will hate me because they love me; however, at the same time dark shadows will still loom with love.
Take note ...
Just because I don't mean any harm doesn't mean no harm will come.
Life has its own rules and each moment we taste death through a straw.

Mental cruelty :
The past is just that and harboring any ill thoughts is like strings controlling your every move.
Move forward and dominate good will with today's vision of bliss, so peace of mind can rest easy.
Easy said than done... than take a stand and allow what you heard leave steps in the sands of time.
Time to live because even though you never hear or see it trees never live their lives in mindless repeats.

Imagine alchemist and doctors brought life to mannequins
Question: will we pay them for wearing fashionable trends
Or will they forever be enslaved from beginning to end?
I speak on this because history shows the unfairness of men.
I speak on this because hatred still exist like sin.

Be free mannequin
Be free

What will be the social contract for new life that appear aware
Remember ...
Great Cesar's ghost/ Rise of the planet of the apes -escapes.
Cesar got lock up and spoke signs with an orangutang/ the long arm ape. That was pure sci fi at its best, I mention that movie because  I can see the first mannequin arrest.
News at 10:00
Mannequins protest.
Be free mannequin
Be free

Who was meant to be here
You!?
How about you?
Social structure brings forth /false indivisibility.

Segregation because of plastic skin

Sophism due to those who can't see pass what's within.

Gone Never Forgotten

Even the sun remembers the scent of flowers that never survives brutal winters.
The distance doesn't matter because the connection is far greater than two points.
So even if we never met we would still exist between now and then which leads to love.

Warlock Blues

The flames were crackling and the oak wood was burning slow.
They saved me for last because no martyr was needed.
I stood for something and I can't quite remember what.
I spoke about human rights when they said I'm less than human.
Many faces surround the fire I'm about to be placed in
and they smiled even though I never caused them harm.
I asked one of my guest, "Have we met before?"
And before I knew it my face was introduced to a stone.

You again

You're a lover of another kind,

enclosing yourself around things that complete your life expression.

Your body loves the intake of sun-rays,

and your taste buds desire the best when it comes to food.

Your mind enjoys words that create.

Your visual holds high regard for art.

Traveling leaves your soul in observation.

Your love for life needs more then an intellectual partner,

and his mental should appreciate your true romance for life.

I see you for your worth,

he who sees all blesses your life.

Activities and more activities,

wishing I can intake your physical pleasures.

Surpassing so many with your code of freedom,

never letting unseen chains become your excuse.

I clap out loud and give praise to you,

and never will I believe you're misunderstood.

You live your life the way other people should.

Fearless and free!

Planet 28

I've been on this planet alone for about 7 of earth years.
To my surprise I miss the abuse from others which led me to tears.
Vegetation here has kept me well balanced, but my laugh is gone.
Don't know how I got here, and I never got to see my 1st born.
Maybe this is my punishment and I died and went to hell.
I guess I'll never know anything ...then again time will tell.

In the distance I can see a shadowy figure in the midnight hour.
I wait for whatever to become more visible to the naked eye .
As time moves forward I catch the reflection from the stream.
Somehow I dozed off to sleep and was awaken by ****** fangs.
This is what happens when you are caught slipping in life.
Somebody is watching you too and rest to sure they're sneaky like mice.

Poetry P.S
Acceptance:
The ugly truth about trying to fit into a certain demographic lifestyle that will never except you will drive you to cause harm to yourself and others.

It is never enough to understand things that are true because sometimes obtaining it changes nothing unless you can deal with the consequence that follows.
I see ...
Umbrellas are sold but never protects the whole body from the rain.
I see...
Shanangans unfold at work  that demand without shame.

Never did we see eye to eye because your eyes were wide shut.
You never completed me, so I invested in lotion for palm reading.
The bank account was limited due to you and your two cents.
You wanted space and NASA wasn't excepting applications.
Hope your journey leads to a dead end and brick walls made of ice.
You are cold baby, so cold.

I heard her words and visited her opinions which she believed to be true. I spoke to her softly and said, "If you never traveled the world and never spoke to every man, than how can you claim men motives are the same." She said, "I just know". Her false intervention has blinded all that is real, and she gave me this look that could **** .  I told her to close her eyes and leaned my head on her chest. I heard, "Thump, thump " and as I listened to her heart race in place . I said,"Hearts can never be truly broken".

Unpleasantries and the attraction to noise will leave curiosity wanting to play,
once involved with the madness you will fall for seduction like a dog in heat.
Open heart from the drums rhythm will leave you wanting more each new day,
but the sound is once a month because other feel the soul of the beat.