Allow me
For a moment
To run my face along the keys

Listening to hip-hop
It's the mainstream poetry
Spoken word to beat
Bring the anger,
The fury
The feelings
Expressions

But make sure it's ****
God forbid
If it's not ****, it's pathetic,
Right?
Wrong.
Well, for me.

Bring me emotions
All colors
Bring me depth of spirit
Dark and light
Bring me truth
I want to see the world in your
perpective.

Bring me music,
Of all kinds
Just know that now,
Hip-hop is keeping me busy.

I look in the mirror to find myself,
But instead see a 6 ft. lump of disappointment;
I have good intentions, but horrid actions are always dealt,
All the people who like me slowly start to resent;
Why can’t I ever get it right?
Why do I trap myself even deeper in rain?
I want to do the right thing with all my might
But it seems like I’m only good at bringing pain.

What am I to do when there nothing left,
I’m even a let down to the one I admire;
Ashamed of and shunned, like an untrained pet
Feeling like my soul is about to expire;
When trust is lost it cuts you deep,
I realize the hardships of the world;
I realize it's not just you but the friends you keep,
Understanding that life is more than money, education, and that special girl;

Questioning the deeper meaning of life,
Overbearing tragedies;
Questioning even being alive,
Locked in a phycological prison that doesn’t come with keys;
Always wanting the best, yet only getting a hint,
That I am nothing, but a walking disappointment.

Think.
Yes, think about this question.
Do women of the world needs a man book to advise them?
When they had a mother.

Who can advise them better?

A player's can place himself in your shoes.
And offer all his personal views.
Except, they using themselves as the tool.
Or writing upon the things they use to do.

In songs written about love affairs.
It was always the mom advising them.

Mama said there'll be days like this.
Or you can't hurry love.
Even, to her son she advised him to shop around.

So, what can a book perpective from a man do for them?

If you need a man's view.
Then speak to your dad.
He know the game.
He know the schemes.
And would be enraged if you hurt his daughter.
Now, this a father.
Who doesn't have to write a book?

Mybe, it's just me.
Love advices comes better from someone with truth.
And who should know better?
Then those that gave vision to you.

Look I know it sounds harsh, but see it from my perspective. Actually don’t. Because my perpective is your perspective but let’s make something very clear. Just because we share the same pigment doesn’t mean we share the same ideas.

Ironic. I know. The idea that I’m not a fascist **** is weird, but I’d like to hope it’s true. So let’s go through the step by step build your basic redneck racist ******* pack.

1. “Make America great again” this one needs no ******* explanation.

2. “All lives matter” again, self explanatory.

3. “White privilege doesn’t exsist” oh, I’m sorry you take for granted the fact that you don’t get shot at traffic stops or become physically ill when your the only one in the room

But see it’s not only the extemeists that are dangerous, it’s the common, staring for a second locking your doors at the sight, not walking down the same alley at night, asking invasive questions, making “jokes” racism that’s dangerous.

Just because you don’t think it’s wrong.
Doesn’t mean it isn’t.

Your a racist *******. And you don’t realize it.
But then again so am I. Even when you think you understand, remember that you don’t.

So do the world a favor and stop and think. You can’t change your pigment but you can change your **** attitude.

Hatred anywhere is hatred everywhere. So advert your eyes from her face, she literally just wants to eat dinner too, and shut the **** up about who’s lives matter because the real truth is if you hate the way you do, then yours is the one that doesn’t.

You silently left
As tears streamed down my face
I was left in the light
But the only bright part of me was my shadow

I couldn't hide my face from the sun
I thought that you would be the one
You are gone
I feel just so empty

I cant understand why you left me
You say find someone else
But all I want is you
I don't understand how my world could just break

You said you were protecting me
You said you couldn't hurt me
But not hurting me hurts me even more
I am different without you

You completed my world
Now I am left missing my most importance piece
You, you held me together
And when you held me in your arms I could fly

But now I've lost my wings and you are the one who has drifted to another shore
I am empty here standing behind your locked door
You shut me out
I just walked away

Not knowing how to feel
Not knowing what to say
The silence isn't awkward it is just lonely
I cant hear your voice and when I do it doesn't sound the same

You are perfect and always will be
But now I am broken and don't think I can be fixed
I don't bend I only break
Why couldn't you hold on for goodness sake

It wasn't worth it
I have so many questions
Do you have the answers
Walking away is never the right thing do to

Sometimes the hardest things in life
Are the right choices
Sometimes the right thing
Is also the wrong

Its all about perpective
But no matter what way I look at it
I still hurt inside
The tears are made of water

But all I feel is knives
You tore me apart
And skinned me alive
It burns its bleeds

But it still beats strong
This is how I feel when you are gone gone gone

there are bad boys
and bad girls in our world
then there are good girls
and good guys.
then there are those
who changed who they are
just for their lover
and felt they wouldnt be compatible
if they didnt change their ways.
but the bad girls
are all trouble
the bad boys
are only here to hurt
potential lovers.
bad boys who like to throw the word
love
around
which becomes an
emotional massacre for many.
bad girls hurt bad boys and
then move on like nobody's business
these bad boys start to notice the grand perpective and end up as
good guys
good guys that know how to treat a girl
how he should
good guys that try not to fall in too deep
too soon in attempt to not repeat the past.
good guys that have a perfect balance
of good and bad
because they know what its like
to be the bad guy.

oh my love
ive told you ive been hurt plenty
and i may not be the best
out of the rest
but ive been told im
unforgettable...
still
dont forget me
for ive changed myself for you
and if you leave
i wouldnt know how to be with someone
without tasting you
like blood in my mouth

Sounds like a lot was left desired, we coulda ran amok,
but I guess that's what happens when you decide to smash ******* with an energetic cuck.
Fools acting wise, "dominants" perpetuating abuse instead of setting precidents,
Probably because clowns were sent in when all goes awry, and you had ******* as a sitting president,
May the intuitives return
Yearn, burn
Can we learn?
Grow, phi-nominally like a fern?
If we all come from kaliki,
Darkmatter, intercellularly.
Then the aethera, the heavens are inside
Making each body qualified, deified.
So, if we all came from an original thot
Then the kaleidoscopic funhouse mirror plot
May make it seem like perpective be askew,
Distorted, blurred, backwards or an upside down view,
But that's just a path of another
And maybe we can discover
That each entity is scouting ahead
Guided by spirits, internally led.
Underdeveloped animals attack the mirror
When they don't recognize themselves, in error,
But when we use true reflectivity
We can see what is outside, echoes me.
For observation bias shifts experiment results,
Jumping to conclusions, catapults,
So, I choose to change my research argument,
So I might pitch the best sort of tent.
If sinning was to an archer, to miss the mark,
Then I put my eyes to target, listen, hark!
For hedonism is only sinful when it misses the goal,
We were supposed to excite the sol,
When we involve others in our plans,
Best to know what expectations stand,
Inquire, appease and then review.
This is how I clean my view.

Sometimes I wonder what it feels like,
To grow with the world.
To know home and have shared it for life.

I wonder, how we can feel as if everything is the same.
How we know four walls and nothing beyond.

I wonder what it feels like to stay.

I wonder why I am who I am.
And I know life is so much in the shaping,
And we carve so much, yet so little of it.

I wonder how it feels like to stand,
And know the earth won’t shift,
Thé skies won’t change,
And the people will keep smiling.

Choice.
Perpective.
Familiarity.

Relevance.

And I wonder if it is I who is blind.

22.11.2021