Why can't we all just get along?
Maybe if we all just hit a ****
Bhatiboys, bald heads, reggae mons too
Open your minds, and see what JAH can do
Rioters and looters fighting with cops
Roll up some ****** and the violence stops
Terrorist blowing up the middle east
Some Afghan kush would bring them all peace
If Escobar sold ****, not ***** cocaina
Then the whole world would be a lot greena
We are all JAH's children, so lets all get along
Maybe we could, if we all ripped a ****

bright lights constantly blur your vision
loud sounds and blaring music drugging your state of mind
the gleam of the slots' golden rail catching your attention
you stalk towards the empty machine, envisioning the stash in your hand
the pleasure that you are bound to receive
all yours
only yours
however, there is a catch to luxury, as there is a catch to everything in life.
it is venom, a venom that becomes so addictive it is impossible to interpret when you have trespassed its boundaries
careful where you step
careful how far you go
careful where you place your hands
careful where your money goes.

a large body of water
is what they typically refer an ocean to.
a large body of water that has diversions and sections
that leads to somewhere,
as much as it leads to nowhere.
a home to the sea kind,
a home to the beasts.
a home where treasures rests,
and whatever realities we seek.

you are so young, yet you crave the body of many goddesses.
you expect them to be at your feet, to fan away your worries.
you sit in your throne, and leave your mouth ajar, in order for the delicate fingers to intricately place the grapes on your hungry tongue.
you stare gawkingly at all the beauty the goddesses behold, thirsty for their warm, rich skin
you crave the pleasure you imagine they could provide to you
you crave their soft, melodic moans, that are sweet music to your ears
you crave that touch only the highest power could gift to you
you, constantly wanting more, don't recognize the true potential of a goddess
you, constantly trying to please what lies between your legs and the rest of the world, don't recognize their intelligence, and their wiseness beyond their years
you are not worth the goddess, or any goddess
you are hungry
you are thirsty
you are desperate
and desperation only leads to loneliness, you ******* fool.

I have always been taught to stand by my word, and I shall be respected.
I have always been taught to raise my voice, and I shall be heard.
I have always been taught to be courageous, and people will step aside.
and in my life,
I have followed these wise words spoken to me by many.
however, life is not so simple.

you may stand by your word, but a crowd will come and tear it down like a gigantic drape, covering the deserted stage.

you may raise your voice, but people will easily yell at you in vain, shattering your words into tiny shards of glass, no longer having any reflection but the single twinkle of light, that dies off with a shadow.

you may be courageous, but obstacles and challenges come into existence, barricading you from reaching the other end; there is no escape from such hell, leaving you to burn within the fire.

this is the pain that drunkens my heart with sorrow

this is the pain that drags my body across dry terrain, with heavy drought

this is the pain that
I have endured,
am enduring,
and will endure
for the rest of my ******* life.

Let me explore your body, you whispered into my ear.
Let me hold your hand, your fingertips appointed.
Let me love you, your heart poured out.
And so I let you in, into my Wonderland.
I led you, with all willingness, through my gardens.
I led you, with all my effort, through the highest mountains.
I took your hand, and held you close, through the darkest alleys.
And yet,
And yet...
Here I am
Alone
As I had warned myself so many times before.
With so many faces to prove such facts
with so many words to make it real
I love too much
I hold too close
but,
who's willing to fall for me?

One night I sat at my window,
it was way past midnight,
for the moon was high above the clouds,
slightly peaking behind the foggy glaze.

Though people find no beauty in a cloudy night,
I feel all of peace come to me at once.
The light of the moon wash through me,
fill in my every crater,
fill in my every pain,
fill in my every sorrow.

As I allowed the moon to shower me with her luminescent light,
I began to feel the slight trickle of rain,
dripping from the heavens, and landing into the palm of my hand.

However, I was no longer focused on the trickling rain, but the beautiful movement of the clouds...
They were no longer blanketing the moon; in fact, they were tracing her beautiful outline, but in such rushed motion, that I couldn't come to comprehend.
I felt as if I were being taken away by waves of dark blue, pushed deeper and deeper into the sea, nothing to hold me, but the cold sand at the bottom of the ocean.
The clouds, slowly releasing her light, allowed me to see the moon, in its full glory.
And there was no more cloud to cover her beauty, I saw her, as she was.
And there was no more cloud, to say that there was ever rain.
For the trickling rain that slid into my palm, was a puddle of my tears.