...NO THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE WRONG
YOU'RE REPPIN THE WRONG SONG
AS A MATTER OF FACT
THE FACT IS THE MAXIM TACK
I MATTER
PEOPLE MATTER
WE
EVEN MAKE EXCEPTIONS FOR THE MAD-HATTERS
I DECLINE ISSUES OF OPINIONS UNNECESSARY
WHERE THE DOORS CLOSE ON YOUR POISON BERRIES

WHAT A SHAME...

PIERCED BY YOUR JUVENILE DELINQUENT MOUTH
THAT HAD SPENT SO MUCH TIME YAPPING DOWN SOUTH
YOU
YOUR FOGGED UP WINDOWS NEED WINDEX TO WIPE
ALL THE RUST WHERE MAGGOTS RELAX THIER EXHAUST PIPES
CAUSE I'M JUST ONE OF THOSE WHO BURST IN WITH
ALL THAT I LIVED MORE THAN YOUR GLOBAL TITTYS AND YOUNG BOY HOOD SPIT

IT'S A **** SHAME...

THEY- YOU
THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT
THE GOVERNMENT
THE CHANGE FOR A NO DOUGHT
I AIN'T MAD BUT I DO APPRECIATE THE PUBLIC DISTURBENCE
STIRED UP IN CRITCAL FIELD DISCUSSIONS LACKING INTELLIGENTCE
I INSTIST
~NO~
I ENCOURAGE
I FORGIVE
I STILL THINK
YOU'RE WAISTING TIME ON
DEVOURING THE ONES
WHO HAD ALREADY TASTED
THIS POISON IN YOUR CUP
RIPPLING
*******

WHAT A SHAME...

MAKE YOUR SPEECH PRESENT
I CAN HEAR YOU
RIGHT THROUGH YOUR FEARS
ERASE THEM
WHAT MATTERS MOST
NO ONE IS BETTER
THAN THE OTHER
LEADERSHIP IS NOT IN A SUITE
IS IT IN SOMEONE WHO NEEDS
NOT WANTS
FOR EQUALITY TO JUSTIFY
WHAT WARS CANT PREVAIL
IN HATE CRIMES.

#justiceforvictems

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden

Go ahead
and hold your arms out
open them up for me
you become soul exertion
searching for creed in me
running to me
finding that you transcend
into nothing of me
delight is the remedy
and you wonder sober
in wilderness treading tears
but arrogant your heart is
your palms had lived arsenal
bleeding in solitaire
so alone is your mind
because you still
can't find me
somewhere in here
the elixir of your dreams
and yet cryptic outside my doorway
I harbor my luxuries
where it once was dust
where many times
you taunted
many times you've doubted me
and now the rose has ascended
you long to trace my sent
I will transcend
leaving you scentless, def, and blind.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden

Earth is sleep in sound tonight
Yet in the eyes of stars well up oceans of sadness
The streets are filled with undenying yern to live
The smells of blood courses the air
In the young and old
Not a silent completion
Not a singal comfort in a drink nor a shot of ****** to behave lively
Only death awaits in alleys
Darkness falls in dead end roads
The earth is sound in sleep tonight
It tells stories of humen nature changing and exchanging gifts for the weak
No child lay still in thier beds
No mothers arms are full but empty with weary heartbreaks
Fathers cry in rage of self pitty and drive to another rage to prison bars
No glory here In the sound of night
No hope nor will to dream but to **** the sun
And all that is left are the stars that shed little light
Still not giving up on these children who cry in the night.

© Copyright 2013 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
Unauthorized copying is prohibited.

a crumpled milk carton
discarded...fallen
in the gutter, another
black and white photograph

a tooth fairy smile-
something missing,..

a coldness
from the shuttered window
in the shadows
of a quiet day
...Xavier doesn't play here anymore.

r ~ 8/17/14

I'd like to retravel
The road to here
Straighten out a few curves
Undo some straight lines
Unmuddle some puddles
Shake the mud out of my eyes
Take more time to explore
Those missed detours

The road to here
Has been a long one
Sometimes walked
Sometimes on the run
Sometimes rocky, often dusty
And sometimes fun
But never did I ever
Leave a deed undone

I traveled it in the rain
I traveled it in the sun
Ups and downs and switchbacks
There's no going back again
Can't be redone
Miles and miles and miles
Of tears and smiles and love
The road to here.

r ~ 8/2/14