is very clever
if you're a dunce
who thinks in puns.
It's cheesy, bland,
insipid, and canned.
and grossly emetic.
It's meant to convince
you while you wince
that all is well
at the Bill Gates of Hell.
Been peep'n at the world
So peep this my people
And if I may happen to offend?
You can go ahead and bleep this
Freedom of speech
That's about to breach barrier's
Or should I say
Marketing to fix the visuals in the
Cause we're all intellectual
About to take the next leap tho
Well we can play leap frog for a
On the calendar like Spring
We leap wherever clarity brings
the most satisfaction of
Different factions and streams of
So do I have an Alibi on my side?
Who's in my Circle
Circle Yes or No
Partakers of the Do or Die
A Ride or Die?
The Millennial Language
A subject of the who what when
And the wonder whys of Life
But all subject to the Majesty
Ruling just beyond the heights
Of Higher Heights
And Deeper Depths
Now wether On or Off
The topic of Intelligent Design
Has been avoided
A human error in an era
Let's just call it what it is
Human beings being
Cell-shaded with Self-hatred
With no Basis
By other Races
May deem Racist
Stuck in this Matrix
I see points being made on both sides of the situation and I see the faults on both sides as well. But where is the neutral ground in all of this choas if we are mostly fighting because we have different views and opinions of what's happening? That being said, I've decided to use tags from each side of the argument, in order to get all eyes onto coming up with a better and lasting solution to all of this. And in my humble opinion the only answer is for us to turn to God
your love was actually
just attention disguised.
& my reciprocation
was just the need
to feel admired.
little gifts of generosity
with an agenda,
and my acceptance
a mere hope of
your possible change.
The more we know, the less we say
All the words spoken have consequences
The more is told in silences
The words omitted but heard clearly
What we listen, the crafted words
They deceive the ears that surrounds
Every other agenda works on
What favours whose manipulation
The smile contains no smile
The efforts put to take another mile
Snooping and buttering on sides
Friends and foe, no one decides
Act so nice, what is inside
Dress so good, please all eyes
Help when it is noticed
Out of sight then vanished
Deceptive tricks up the sleeve
It matters not whom we believe
All playing game with roll of dice
Keeping friends close, enemies closer
Did you hear that?
That shear pain
That sounds like scratches on a chalkboard.
That horrible sound that makes you think of the last rejection from your crush.
Did you think about that one moment that everyone around you knows the truth about you but you
That’s funny because you see the truth all around you,
All you could hope is that no one notices all the issues in your life
Everyone sees what’s going wrong in your life while you are putting on this big cheese smile,
Knowing that your whole world is on fire
And I don’t mean a little campfire fire, I mean a fire that could take out an entire country
A fire that could burns you from the inside out.
You can tell who have been fighting this fire within themselves
It’s worse when all the people involved end up acting like they know nothing
You just have to sit there and wonder what is going to happen next
This is that moment that you hear that shear pain all over again
You feel that fire that burned you
Sometimes you just got to think about how you got there
Did you ever think that someone is setting you up to fail?
That’s something I always thought about
Why, why would someone like myself think that way?
Well, let’s get real.
Everyone has an agenda, whether you were meant to be there or not.
That agenda changes more times than I do into an outfit to go out in
Which is upsetting because all I do is try on different sets of shirts to get told
“Just wear that, no one is going to care”
Sorry that I actually care about my appearance
Sorry that you wanted me to just choose one shirt
But I am not sorry for making myself look different
Because when I am out, I want to be a different person
That is my moment to meet someone new,
Every time I’ve gone out with my friends I made at least one new friend
So I am not sorry for trying on different sets of shirts to remind myself that I am meeting someone new
Someone that didn’t know I was going to change their agenda
But one thing I will always notice is that once you change someone’s agenda
Your agenda stays the same,
This one person I met at a bar
We chatted it up, I learned they lived in my same borough, they got me a couple of drinks
All I gave them was my Facebook profile…
Clearly I was making “a move” as my best friend told me
That’s the moment that I questioned where my agenda was taking me
My agenda wanted me to feel that shear pain again
But it raises the question of why does being nice have to look like flirting now?
How does that make sense?
So if I compliment your outfit, does that mean that I want you in my bed?
No...it means that I think your outfit is cute
I just can’t even comprehend that thought process of how we got to that point
My mother always told me to be nice to everyone
I guess that would make me a flirtatious person…
But guess what I am not that person
I’m the person that fights for what I believes in
Fights for the people closest to my heart
This is all about that shear pain that makes me think of a scratching on a chalkboard
That shear pain wasn’t created physically
It was all about the words that was said aloud to me
What is fantasy?
False fantasy confession
Understanding by analogy
The fantasy of me
With thought guns
I am a self agenda
Schools are found
In the background
Happy he should be
Fantasy is theater
Acting like a character
How many writers in a snare.
One by one making a dare
School of thought thought up
Subscribers indentured to strange
What a hollow soto
A thin man's polo
Stripped with dread
Woe on theater
Theater is the past
Back in history
****** get hit by disarray
This is a history made this way
Only character hits from these paypools
Not so obvious doc!
Try to be less conscious!
Tu lewai to LA FENESTRA
I'm playing the tropes
That I loathe and despire
Even I hide my own words
Get a thought recorder
Shipping and packaging is free for the day.
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I am a fantasy! U play in.
I am an expert attorney
Trained in exquisite self fantasy
Proffessor of Future Fantasies
Or maybe Garfield the nat
"Sneekky rouououttttt. I know the truuttthh.
It's a parks and rec
I am declining
I've lost my health
This issssnnn'tttt FAIR
IT COMES FROM THE HUMAN MIND
How can you
Who buys it?
You’ve come to my rescue many a time.
But not in the way you might think.
Yes, you do help me in the typical way.
Pulling me up before I sink.
But it’s all the small things you do for me.
The accidental things, that only I see.
That really mean the most to me.
Kind gestures with no intent or agenda.
It’s just who you are, my defender.
You see, the sweet things that you do and say.
They rescue me every day.
You fell once, and I couldn't catch you,
So I waited at the bottom like the selfish, ******* sea.