What if I don't want
to get better? This hunger is the only thing
I feel anymore. You abandoned me,
so I sit on the bathroom
floor. I drown out my tears
with lyrics to songs we used
to scream out the car
window. While others congratulate
the damage this hunger has caused,
I obsess over the numbers that
light up whenever I step on
the scale. This is the only thing
I can control anymore. Since
you left.

Anger throbs inside me
Like hot stones in the pit of my stomach
Burning and glowing a devilish red
Rage surges at my fingertips
creating hands that burn
Throwing and screaming and crying for hours
No relief from these hot stones
more fists, more punches, more screaming
nothing comes from this rampage
Dignity is lost, rationality is gone
the only thoughts are physical
Madness bunches the muscles in my arms and legs
building tension for the blow
loud clashes heard from afar
and still the hot stones are alive
You can't make me do anything
Go on, hit me
I'll hit you back
and with these hot stones I will not stop
until they are only an ember
a faint light in the darkness of regret

It goes down all around
Feel the ground and hear the sound
Spirit tried be bound
Wisdom in the earth I’m found
Truth in the heart not the crown
See the way the spiral is wound
Spread the life preserve the love
Shine so bright pierce the sky above
Steady observation instead of picking a side
Dedicated to the peace is where the mind resides
Eliminate the hesitation to feel the frustration
Let the essence be substantial and a fruitful consummation
Explicit to the definition of a living contradiction
Bias interpretation and no one ever listens
Ego and emotion seek the notion to control
Set the path in the middle and nothing can touch your soul

It Has Been Said...
That... " Words Paint Pictures "...

Well CERTAIN Pictures Reflect FACTS...
But CERTAIN Numbers Make Me Wonder...

What's The Deal... ?
Are These Figures... REAL... ???

" 666 "...
Is The... " Mark of The BEAST "... !!!

But... " 999 "...
Calls Out... The POLICE... !!!

" 666 "... " 999 "...

Take A Minute.........
REWIND... And OPEN Your Mind...
If You FLIP Three Sixes On Their Head...
THINK About THIS What Do You Get... ???

Does The DEVIL Enlist... ?
Policewomen And... Men... !?!

9/11 Saw The Towers... ROCKED... !!!
And NINE ONE ONE Calls Out THE COPS... !!!

Well Since THAT DAY It's Been THAT WAY...
PO-LICE States... ALL OVER The Place... !!!
SIRENS Here And SIRENS There...
In FACT Police Sirens... EVERYWHERE... !!!!!!!!!

While CERTAIN Words Are USED To BLUR...
And Cause A STIR By... AIMING SLURS...

"Be wary of men, with beards and rucksacks !
Especially if, they're Asian or Black !"

"What's up with that ?
Clean shaven or not, blacks still get stopped !
Just check the stats, you know that's fact !"

See Things AREN'T REALLY What They Seem...
Words And Numbers Sometimes PLUNDER... !!!
Ask A Scheming... THIEVING Plumber... !!!!!

See It's CLEARLY A SKILL...
To Use... Pen Or Quill...
To Make Words Paint Pictures...
Through Your... Scriptures... !!!

MANY TRY But Just Can't Find.....
A Way To Make Words...
Create VISIONS That Work... !!!

Like FINE ART Does...
When It Touches Someone... !!!
From... " Impressionists "...
To........ " Graffiti Artists ".........

GREAT Lyricists Paint Pictures Like This...
While Economists And MOST Journalists...
Paint Pics' With Things Like... " STATISTICS "... !!!!!!

Statistics CAN Be USED To TRICK...
As Well As Confuse... That's POLITICS... !!!!!

It's A Game of NUMBERS And of WORDS....
MILLIONS SUFFER... While THE REST Prosper............

By The REST I Mean A Minute Few... !!!
Who ABUSE The Dream While Majorities FEUD... !!!!!!

My Use of Rhyme INFUSES... Minds...
With Visions of... Humanities Crimes... !!!!!!
SOLUTIONS Well That's Down To YOU... !!!
I Merely Sell MY... " Point of View "...
Through Scriptures Built To Give You Clues...
About What FILLS... Perceptions' Boots... !!!

What YOU PERCEIVE May NOT BE True... !?!
What YOU BELIEVE May Have You FOOLED... ?!?

THINK It Through............................ ...
Is REALITY What You CHOOSE To SEE... ?!?
Or Is It Simply... What You FEEL... ???

Within My Heart Like I Said At The Start...
These Days I Feel Like What's The Deal... ?

So MANY LIES Are Now Contrived...
To KEEP What's REAL From Peoples' Lives...
That Words Like THESE Are Seen As Being...

A THREAT To NATIONAL SECURITY... !!!

It's AMAZING To Me...
... How FALLACIES...
FEED Peoples' FEARS...
Like Conscious Speak...
Falls On... DEAF EARS... !!!

How Many Years... !!?!!
Has It Been This Way... !?!?!

From Slavery Chains To Todays' PEERS...
MANY CHOOSE To Hide Behind Veneers...

EVEN When... The Picture's CLEAR... ?!!!?

Money HOLDS So MANY Souls... !!!
That Peoples' Hearts Have Turned ICE COLD... !!!!!

It's COLD In The Dark And REALITY's STARK... !!!
If POLICE Charts See Your... " I.D. Card "...
And It Has A... BLACK MARK...
Underneath Those CHARGED...
As... TERRORISTS At Large... !!!

What You Buy Into May Confuse You... !?!
So Be MINDFUL of What You Choose... !!!
Be It TV News Or Technological Tools...
What You INFUSE May CLOUD Your Views... ?!?

But Through My Art My Words IMPART...
A Number of Scriptures Enlisted To TRIGGER...
CLEAR VISIONS... " Within Ya' "... !!!

By Using Some...

" Figures, Words and Pictures "...

Hey you crocodiles
Fighting for words to claim as yours.

Hey you mosquitoes
Drinking more than your fair share.

Hey you vultures
Circling around the weakest of us.

Hey you spiders
Waiting for an easy meal.

Hey you apes
Battling for possession of a bruised rose:

Look up and see the stars.

Take your time.
Take someone's hand.
Take control.
Take a stand.
Take a bow.
Take a breath.
Then, when you're ready, take that first step.

Always discharging  projectiles  to the left hand side
of my perception, misguided attempts to  traumatise
                             every aspect that follows your breadcrumbs.


But I'm not one to follow the hunger of love,
         bruises show the path that was unyielding
to the malleability restricting my tangibility

            of every needing.

Wondering on the grains that you cant follow,
                       I told you I was always here..


I walk barefoot, so that you can t follow the steps,
             that you brought.


    Its hard for your love to fathom that i no
longer need to follow the footsteps of tears..

Mine are dry and you'll never follow me...