adjacent at my right,
your thoughts with you are,
strewed in opposition,
calling out my name,
i am the child,
you are the adult,
why wont i understand,
for i have no experience,
no life lived,
my intrigue provoked,
ideal foresight,
but that, all they are,
questions to actions,
tell me im wrong,
just an ignorant soul,
for i must see the world,
the way that you do,
and for the sake of the horse,
hope the legs can support,
the stead in which you ride,
for it must be cold,
one thousand jen high,
should i bow at your feet?
as my opinion indifferent,
blasphemer,
heathen,
tell me to seal my mouth,
say "I dont listen",
over again,
you never heard the words,
"your hurting my chest",
stepping on my lungs,
hearing one phrase of words,
"you dont listen",
but i heard every word,
whether i agree or not,
is another lore,
but ill admit im wrong,
will you do the same?,
now i'll hope you know,
i judge you not,
i love that you have opinion,
for you are only human,
even if the whip strikes my back,
ill never stop,
continue your attack,
for these are my thoughts,
you made me this way,
you cant change my brain.

King America,
my King,
King America,
whom i live under,
King America,
who freed me of tryanny,
replaced only with illusions of security,
King America,
you tell me I'm free,
but all that can be seen,
you and me,
suffering with no means,
King America,
to no avail,
King America,
you abolished slaves,
but with your dictionaries,
created a word,
King America,
this is the wage im suppose to make?
come on my back hurts and I'm feeling the pain,
King America,
I'll feed and support you,
sew the clothes on your back,
make the beds you sleep in,
and even scratch your ***,
but as soon as the sun sets,
your nowhere to be found,
King America,
your a royal pain in the behind,
King America,
I'll give you this,
your good with your lies,
you talk with your mouth,
making me believe your eyes,
your face might even think its telling the truth,
but all along i can see your hands,
slidding the pawns,
your think your sneaky,
King America,
you use your religions and fears,
mark the masses,
I hope they easily scare,
King America,
you think your god,
King America,
if anythings the truth,
we shouldn't question,
we wouldn't search,
we couldn't know the answer,
it's all buried beneath the earth,
King America,
I'm sick of your ****,
you **** me off,
and you know what *******,
King America,
your looking to fight,
pawns,
batallions,
war heroes and crimes,
black hawks night vision goggles,
might as well throw in a b2,
tanks,
mortars,
and soldiers,
a few million,
why not?
King America,
as you stand there behind your game,
King America,
im just one man,
holding tight my hands,
King America,
look down your sights,
King America,
he's just one man,
who cares about his views?
King America,
I won't tell you "not" to shoot,
thats up to you,
King America,
I'd be your friend but your a bit of a ******,
King America,
you say your so great,
but look at the people who have no food,
King America,
the thirty plus percent,
that have no shoes,
King America,
look at the poor and tell me,
your happy with your thrown,
playboys  and penthouses,
yachts and jets,
5 irons and 3 woods,
business deals and synergy,
banks and loans,
monopoly and mafia,
but besides that mrs. lincoln how was the show?
King America,
you make me laugh,
or at least the fact,
that so many would rather see black,
King America,
you've colored your flag,
white for purity and innocence,
red for the valor of war,
blue for the chief,
had to get fancier and had a star,
a symbol of the heavens,
the divine goal to which man,
hath aspired from time immemorial,
dont forget the stripe,
symbolic of the rays of light,
King America,
too bad thats a lie.

In this chapter of life,
I decipher decisions with my knife,
resting under a tree,
staying out of the light,
i know i must stay alive,
resting my hand on the hilt of my sword,
standing for battle once more,
I lower my mask,
to show my evil core,
a wondering ronin bent on settling a score,

I fight for family,
and poverish,
and anyones who's suffered,
my katana will strike for you,
pride of the samurai,
fire falls from the sky,
let the gods cry tonight,
tonight, tonight,

Using my thumb,
I release my zanpakuto from its sheath,
I'm ready to strike at any time,
but first i think of the ones i love,
for if it wasn't for them,
I wouldn't be standing today,
glancing down to see the three skulls hanging from my waist, residing next to my knife,
the man whom taught me to fight,
the day he died,
he lied in my arms,
i love.....
never getting to say who,
might have been the first time my father cried,
the same king hath slain dad in my eye,
was the same man,
to burn my son alive,
only proceeding to **** and **** my wife,
she ceased to cry,
I never shed a tear,
just held their screaming heads for all to hear,
i started to walk,

I fight for family,
and poverish,
and anyones whos suffered,
my katana will strike for you,
pride of the samurai,
fire falls from the sky,
let the gods cry tonight,
tonight, tonight,

With every clinching strike,
I **** the demons underlings,
slicing and hacking,
I remember each and every soul,
I'll pray for them,
not to be ***** in hell,
standing before the demon king,
grabbing my sword I don't even need,
I could **** this man with one bare hand,
he'll cower in fear as my kin never did,
I cut him once across his chest,
splitting his cage of once were ribs,
his organs spill to the ground,
finger through the blood,
lower down to grab his heart,
palmed his head in my bare fist,
raising my sword to his neck,
you think this is pain?
try hell,
with that said,
I split his head from his neck,
tying his hair to my belt,
a fourth skull i must hold.

I in my life,
have the life entire,
to prove this wrong,
In about one hundred years strong,
you wont believe in god,
As the age of pisces hath passed on,
the bull and the ram,
long since been gone,

the lamb and the goat,
the stupid and weak,
will prey upon,
come the wolves in heat.

I wonder if people feel the same,
questioning, pondering,
not knowing in nature,

I wonder if the masses as they walk the streets,
tiny ants carrying a thousand times they're defeat,
see the light refract and carry back,
images form and recollect,
cellulose film with a story to tell,

I wonder if the girl that gives me the smile,
had depth in wondering the same,
had she known the butterflies that ran through my skin,
a feeling of jumping from a formidable cliff,
not for hate, degradation, abhorrence, malevolence or animosity,
but just the opposite,
to show the love we carry
in the arms of adoration,
hydraulic hearts
pumping fidelity, fondness, and friendship,
fueled by breaths of fresh air,
in that smile we shared,

I wonder if the ones who hate,
can also love,
does the man covered in mud,
slopped in filth, mayhem and blithe,
lye by choice,
or is it easier said than done,
would a good man cover himself in blood,
if honest true and to the point,

so I'll sit on this bench,
birds chirp as the children play,
dogs off leashes,
running amuck,
but who can place blame,
as being put on a leash,
restricts our breath,
causing no smile,
not to breath our fresh air,
to pump our hearts,
giving us love,

so I lastly wonder,
had I had the nerves,
to just say hi,
would you have stopped
or just said good bye,
will I be the man I wish,
or am I the man in filth?

This wind sounds of wolves,
Stampeding across the world, 
Children devouring souls,
Lead the child, 
In knowing my name,
So know this, 
With the etherial handshake,
In the province of hatred,
 This is Your curse,
I'll drink to your demise,
Blackened skies,
Behold the valleys,
Covered in frost,
Fathom this,
Appreciate,
Approbate, 
And recognize,
The martyrs cost,
Paying for blood,
In vast sin,
Raise your glasses,
I'll salute,
Heres to you, 
And many more.

Words that were written,
drawn in the sand,
erased with the winds,
when the horse fell to knee,
bone crushing earth,
unstoppable spite,
arrogance,
confidence,
a line crossed too often,
sparse recognition,
in moving this mountain,
so lay in your grave,
look down on my horse,
lacuna omission,
Aniquilación,
perceive with your eyes,
bribe your six gun,
ignite the fire.

The calm sought by man,
finding absynthe in truth,
holy abyss of moon and star,
I'm alone in paradigm,
Find the calm in yourself,
for it's all in your head,
hold me close my friend,
for gravity melts,
as I float above,
can't think the same,
reality lost,
for I am my own god,
I am my creation.

pass me grandpas,
old cough syrup,
strap into these stirups,
I'll ride this horse till dawn,
hope the sherrif shows soon,
cuz my six guns ready to shoot,

with the words that were written,
drawn in the sand,
a grave dug deep,
lye in your filth,

I walk this desert,
all by myself,
sand all around,
in this hell,
horse died,
about a half mile back,
got no bullets,
for this six gun,
empty retribution,

was I ready,
to **** this man,
a father and husband,
to daughter and consort,
lost his life,
to agony,
hatred,
Im just a man,
set ready defend,
what I believe in,
call me antagonist,
better than fascist,
should have shot first,
then you wouldnt be dead,
play the hero,
you thought you were super man,
your arms to slow,
so now I sulk,
why'd you want me dead,

I walk this desert,
all by myself,
sand all around,
in this hell,
horse died,
about a half mile back,
got no bullets,
for this six gun,
empty retribution,

wish I could **** myself,
to end this hell,
if this was your plan,
I wish i was dead,
me on the ground,
my blood runs out,
but i trudge on,
instead,
wishing i could **** you again.

Personal decree over populous gain,
one Mans profit,
seeking to obtain,
a journey of self worth,
at another's expense,
leave the child in hunger,
they bare not the fruit,
leave all men behind,
wish not carry they're own,
a path was left,
that of a Man,
in his wake,
carry the burden,
one thousand men,
but benefit sol,
lay eyes,  His gold,
weigh this, His wealth,
feel death, His fury,
tread not, His path,
for this,
the Man,
with all the wealth,
owned many a men,
name and trade,
work for Me,
here is your pay,
He'll take what He needs and leave you to heave,
wondering whilst He sits alone,
why no,
sister,
daughter,
mother,
of the men he owns
will lye with Him,
less a coin be spared,
thought He could buy the world,
but only sat in its waste,
took every ones earns,
that there food,
not even a scrap,
left be spared,
***** the forests,
all gold He could find,
a most unhappy Man,
He died.

Black white and colors
reflect
refract
negate
positively exist
the being of nothingness
outweighed when energy transcends
imagine the light
carried from a holographic world abroad
compressed the size of thy pin
squeezed through holes
cellular construction coupled with
organic optics
a measure to the scape
mirrored senses
building a world around us
turning energy amidst the stars
in chaotic form
to a cosmological frame for what may be
a world in my head
projects back out
catch that twenty two
irony doesn't end
evolution allowed
over 40 single versions
so **** yourself for over
70 single virgins
black out the transmission
end the colors
vibrations amongst the strings
will never truly stop
only seize to look upon itself
till the eye evolves
once again

Wolf in the winter cold,
jaw narrow,
good for striking hard,
no brother by my side,
only fur on my back,
violent beast attacks,
downpour of teeth to flesh,
as my sword penetrates,
I feel its heart,
cold and black,
run through the sword,
and down my hand,
soul of this wolf,
not of this world,
for as soon as it passed,
the beast turned to ash.

a blight upon the world,
that means nothing in the first ******* place,
infinite fractals,
three dimensional segments,
of the fourth dimension,
broken in stand still,
an illusion of time,
grasp that of gods,
for we are,
omnipresent,
a color from light,
opus in value,
exceeding that of the night,
temporal time frames,
igniting,
fire,
passion,
wars,
surging,
rain,
anger,
death,
breathing,
gale,
adroit,
life,
composing,
earth,
calm,
peace,
that which continues,
as the strings vibrate,
all at once,
infinite in finite,
collapsed to zero,
in best understanding,
for a substance,
that cant understand,
imagination filling,
creating beauty,
we'd wished,
we see,
singularity looks back on itself,
the only time to be read,
watch our atoms collide,
multiverses inside,
never find the answer,
as looking in,
is looking out.

I am forgettable,
cover my memories,
make it easier,
for the blind wont see,
the mute sing a tune,
the def wont hear,
use your black ink,
stroke the brush,
erase the past,
occasion of epoch,
nothing more,
a brick to step on,
lay your wall,
my heart,
your stone,
my blood,
your mortar,
few to the many,
trample my chest,
stretch my lungs,
a moment in which you took my breath.

Start by closing my eyes,
let me take a breath,
step back,
and brace myself,
you might as well take a seat,
for me to say anything,
such is a feat,
pausing as I envelope,
lungs expand,
contract,
release,
I hope my mouth can put into words,
the thoughts that circle my brain,
stutters,
"ughs",
"ooos",
nothing of form,
I'll stop once more,
k let my try this again,
I can see the feeling,
thick like fog,
but how to convey,
look at my clock,
seconds pass,
57 since I said a word,
58,
59,
****,
I'm so nervous,
just let the words out,
a slip of the tongue,

"I".....
another pause,
but the attentions grabbed,

"Im"...
keep going,
you've got it now,
press forward,

"Im sorry"...
the gates open,
water floods,

"Im sorry for the pain,
I was an ***,
I was to blame,
I can see my mistakes,
but its too late,
I'm sorry my love
for my love wasn't enough,
hence I was fragile,
as not to break,
but you broke me down,
I can't repair,
I'll never forget,
I'm sorry I'll wait,
for you,
whether you know it or not,
alone I'll sit,
along with the quant,
humble my breath,
I know I'm to BLAME,
I'm sorry I didn't put the smile on your face,
even though you gave me the chance,
a thousand times,
once and again,
I hope your happy as a clam,
just answer me back,
you need not feel the same,
I wait for your response,
just a remark,
to know I am heard,"

but when I open my eyes
to see your face,
this face I love,
alas Im alone,
with no one to be heard,
just a second to late.