In my mind what determines
how I write these rhymes
in little time constructing lines
that pierce through your eyes into your soul
some would say I'm in my prime
cause My words are worth gold and
I don't believe in crimes
The world is so cold you can
buy a man with dollar signs
We live in a generation
where a beautiful woman is belittled to a dime
But is more valuable to a mankind
than gold and diamonds.

Now
Realize we're due
for Realignment, Reassignment
by our masters in hiding
while I'm typing in the silence
I hear the riots of the people
protesting and fighting
shaking the earth like
thunder and lightning.

****** sirens!

This Television programming
has numbed us to violence.
Yet won't broadcast the riots
or give us the real science.
Anyone acting defiant
blowing a whistle is swiftly silenced.
We must all stand firm like a hydrant
and face our current tyrants
or
take no action at all
and be fed to starving Lions.
©2013

Since the womb
I've been doomed
but I was taught to survive
and build, supreme mathematics
really opened my eyes
to read in between the lines
and uncover the lies
televised
in front of our eyes
we the people die
while the royal blood thrives
ordering our children to drop bombs from the sky
and making it a crime for it's citizens to ask why?
Targeting young minds on the sly
they're So conniving,
depriving just enough
it's like we're dying
yet we're surviving,
no apologies if I'm overemphasizing
but you see
I'm reviving an Uprising
between my left and right quadrant
disguising my inner knowledge
like a Colonel dressed as a Sergeant.  
© 2013

My notebook is the canvas my writings are the art
If you didn't want to finish explain why'd you even start.
First you were blowing kisses now you're throwing darts.
We were solid like a glacier then we slowly broke apart.
My notebook is the canvas, my writings are the art
We set out to change the world
but all we left was a change of heart.
© 2013

"It was my mind they chose,
programmed to stay close."
Writing these rhymes in my mind
I feel free. If we could climb the highest
tree and look around what would we see?
A nation of adolescents and grown ups glued
to a t.v. Watching fabricating lights and sets for
thirty minutes leaving our brain with a mystery
Tuning in next week like our favorite show making history
Only to find out the next one only adds to the mystery
I put it out its misery I don't watch t.v. and Life's no longer
a mystery I've seen real lights real sets they don't want us to see
You wont find it on your t.v. or even in those books they label history
so often the truth is belittled as a conspiracy
If we Learn from the past we can prevent future *catastrophe's *.

****** and chaos
Screams and shouts
Blood and bodies
Scattered about

Torn Families
Bomb buildings
Husband less wives
and Fatherless Children

Sworn enemies
Causing killings
corporate media
changing feelings

Citizens unsure what to believe
The government always deceives.

I'm intoxicated by your lips,
infatuated with your hips,
and mesmerized by all your gifts,
Woman, You are Rich!

Your smile is like a solar eclipse
bright enough to interrupt light from the sun,
Your mind is like the universe, going far and beyond,
Woman, You are Rich!

In the face of great danger
you have the strength of a lioness
When it comes to feeding your tribe
All you need is your chest.
Woman, You are Rich!

I know your true worth
I know you are divine
From you we're all birthed
and we're forever intertwined.
Woman, You are Rich!
© 2013

What more can be said
before a guns put to the head.
BANG!
SCREAMS!
Innocent bloodshed.
Rights were there wrongs
and now the lifeless bodies of loved ones
lay face flat on the earth, DEAD!
Millions watch in horror as they bled
out like mammals with a limb cut off and see how fast
The light of life quickly shifts from green to red
and their dreams shut off!
Red light, Green light.
Lives gone in a blink of an eye
What more can be read
before one realizes
they're being watched by the feds
and
there was truth in these last words I said
Ashes to Ashes
Life and Death
Mankind will clash
Until no one is left.
Innocent Bloodshed.
© 2013