There's a pressure in the side of my head,
The water that swooshes and drills the walls,
The pumping of erosion,
The lining that swells,
An ocean of hurting,
a river of death,
It is pulsing, combusting inside my big little head.

I feel your exponential face,
It was so eloquent,
It shivered the leaves that fell from my reach,
Those kindle speeches you gave,
A whisper from everyhwere,
In silence you were there,
You blew your heavenly kiss,
An enigma you are,
There's pictures of you and I on a wall,
Traveling the world,
In different dresses,
They are such a sight to see,
But sometimes the disasters you bring,
Kills me,
I will always love you,
Because I will bloom again from a new.

Dear son,
According to society...you will not be **** but it is my job to teach you how to change perspectives. While it is your mom's responsibility also, it is mostly my duty as your father to educate you on the matters of treating each human with the utmost dignity and respect. I once grew up in an environment whereby I was taught to judge and it caused me to be close-minded. However, I will not encourage the same in you. We live in a society in which women are degraded and it aches me. You should be accepting of each and every one. You should get to know them before you carry on judgment because in doing so, you'll miss out on great opportunities of learning from that person. I once stared into a woman's eyes and I seen the pain and while I wanted to fix it, I couldn't. It was present, it was causing her misery, it was despicable, but I couldn't do anything and that my son should cause you pain as a man. While we advocate for some things, we don't tend to try to comprehend the wonderful figure of a woman as a human being. So in this short message my son, you shall love every and all women. Love them all and not in the way society wants but look deeper into each and every one of their souls and while they may not understand your sympathy, you shall give it. Because in staying true to that, you will find the woman who sees your light and she will walk towards it.                                  
                              
                                                                ­                       Sincerely,
                                                      ­                                 Your mentor

I declared us friends,
You were upset,
Why would you be against it?
In a world of dudes who eroticize you.
Who look at you as a being of ****** use?
A tool to lubricate theirs,
A pool to lay their waste in,
I am a fool for being in my place,
That I seen a cake that I won't taste.
I guess that makes you uncomfortable,
It wasn't my intent to make you bruise,
I don't think less of you,
But I value you,
I cherish you,
I won't let the virtue of a woman sink,
Because you are a queen,
And I am not worthy of being your king.

Coming out of this mood emotionally,
Praying devotionally,
Couldn't sell myself because I'm soul-lessly cheap.
A token for my innonence, repented my sins again,
Sinister events, waving my pennant so grant me my wish,
Make me a kid, cause I disapporove of my independence,
This intelligence was a propaganda,
These moments aren't sensible,
This status isn't credible,
I'll take cents over the million views,
So help me get through,
The evaporation of my presence.

I’m not familiar with these words,
Paints a red image of bloodied lust,
A beating of drums,
A river coarse that tunnels with ecstasy,
Glittering with fairy like dust in the dungeon,
A potion of serenity,
Created from the unlimited fountain,
Shaken with a professor’s touch,
Pitted on electrical buds,
Sending the current to mainframe,
Such a combustion,
Oh I drinketh too much.