America the great more like America the fake see my country has gained by taking from others plates feeding us lies on  how were so great and the average american sees it this way! Why is our government so focused on every others country's issues instead of seeing  the disturbance that's goes on in its own state yes we are blessed to be born in such a place where you may pursue your life's dreams but that comes with a price  we say no to immigration but why wouldn't the average smart person in another country  not see the potential in america I mean we have robbed them of there resources and denied them a sustainable way to live. So why the media portrays this great way of life everything you see has been falsified to keep us in line. They show us the terror in other country's so that you and I will fear anything that's not american oh how we've been blinded to truly what is. They have set up a system which enslaves the who'll population not by mistake but by deep deliberation in order to make money you must first go in to debt I mean to me that right there makes not an ounce of since! So the average person will spend the rest of there life chasing a piece of paper trying to pay of a substantial amount of debt when in all reality that's not how a life should be spent. Everyone should have if we all were created equal which we were so how can anyone be the boss or be in charge of anyone your parents aren't in charge when you become an adult  but guides  so in turn we are all teachers and learners writers and poets we all are successful right here in this very moment but the fact that we have been blinded and taught that we have to achieve success  we already have if your alive breathing kick in it getting along with those around you have achieved success  in other words we are success passion love hate terrorist we are everything in one with a vast amount of potential but has been summed down  to a piece of paper that's our success a vast amount of paper! We call ourselves civilized  
Foolish!

See I'm shy and I'm meek because I think before I speak
I'm the head of the Indians so they call me head chief
smoking on that natural but I'm far from the natural used to be a skaterboy so  you can call me Mr radical    
I'm broke to society no money in my pockets but that could never stop the  blasting of my rocket  
no man can hold me down no women will lift me up  I'm just a man thinking of a higher plan where we all stand hand in hand  
I'm baked my eyes heavy from the weight dreamin up a better place when I think of the words my minds soon erased  
why are we paying to  live when life was givin to us freely I may sound a Lil crazy but I think were all missing some screws
I dnt run with anybody I'm not bangin no crew I'm jus young man trying to spread the truth
its not something that's taught but is inside of you  its the Lil voice that's always calling you to stand up and say *** your job and do what you really wanna do
so maybe we're all shy and meek but that's OK kuz we all jus been Asleep listen to what I'm saying life ain't cheap but life doesn't have a price if you get what  I mean!
We all are  one being searching for the same things besides the ones in charge shitin on our dreams  
they  don't want us to change kuz were ****** with there scheme they got you believing everything on the screen instead formulating your opinion and chasing  your dream
we are in a stream of delusion tainted with illusion causing mass confusion  religions misused to keep us  confused and infused in a certain set of rules
if heaven were real we'd all miserably fail but because of the divine were all posting bail only you can free yourself from a life of hell its within all of us
we are the keys to our cell!

lovers write sweet verses
but yours do not compare.
You write ballads with the wind,
and rhymes with the roses.
flowing stanzas with the rivers,
love letters with the stars,
sonnets with the seas.
all You do says ' I love you',
all You do is poetry.

My palms are calloused enough to the compatibility of leather.

I was gifted them while holding on to what was only trying to rid me.
                    
This is the art of holding on.
This is the art of letting go.  
        
And I'm sorry for the residue of my palm prints.
        
As for my scars,
They behold a lesson to who may question them.

A lesson I should've already know.

Skin isn't as durable as we wished it could be.

On bed they stirred
when went out light

the couple whispered
past midnight

so fast it passed
the seasons rushed

of time together
for thirty years!

my favorite song ever
was “i love you”
sung by you
and only you.

how dare you let her
cover it?

i loved doing nothing,
but with a companion.