Why do you do what you do,
For many it is said for bounty adieu,
To live as long as they can reach,
Held in love that was not preached,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Made in choice and decisions anew,
Lined with the convictions of the soul and hue,
Written in stone or chanced by clues,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Searching for a golden cue,
Cure for the soldered shame,
Living towards a blackless blame,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Is it for naught or is it for thought,
Is it for the righteousness in your mind that you sought?

You may have all the money and care,
Buy it won't give you health
You may buy all the cars and spas,
But it still doesn't bring BLISS
You may be strong,
You may be tough,
You may write like I DON'T CARE,
you may give all the kids their Fare,
You may be THE GENIUS INTHIS DEN,
you may be intelligent
And with one poem,
You hit ALL SUFFICIENT,
But when your health comes crashing,
You won't get it back
With all the money and SUNDRY,
You won't get it back
With that CAR OR SPA.
Listen very carefully,
Money will go,
Cars will go,
All will blow,
and when you look aback,
You will discover that You
Have nothing,
You are not the landlord on earth,
For all that You see will fade
And even you,  will rot in grave someday.
So run,
Run,
Run with FLAIR AND CARE,
RUN WHILE THERE'S STILL TIME
RUN INTO THE ARMS OF GOD,
and
REALISE
YOU are nothing without CHRIST.

As my lungs crinkle and deflate into themselves,
I'm reminded that breathing is easy
I just **** at it.

I hear Lou Dog bark- good dog- and hope he's still out there, biting pornstars because for sure, not all Rastafarian dogs go to heaven. The music's down here.

But you're just the most boring cliche with a pretty face.
And I'm still surprised you're on this side of the dirt.
What a conscience you have.

(Huh?)

I am a stray walker
No matter what people says,
I’m going my way

I’ve passed through so many harsh times,
I’ve been ****** so many times,
But even with deep wounds,
I’m not giving up,
Not that easily.

I’ll fight to the end,
Until my heart stops,
All those who tried to break me,
I’ll bring them down.

The ashes of my past
Are blowing away in the wind,
And for the time I will last,
I’ll live with no regrets,
Nothing I should mind.

In a world of sheeps,
Let’s be wolves; break conformity
And live freely
Let’s choose our path together,
Let’s go on a journey;
A journey that we call life.
Let’s stray together you and me,
Because we chose to take a different path,
People will look at us
In their eyes you might see hatred,
In their words, disguss and disdain
But in their heart you will find envy, lust and greed toward us.

Those scars on my chest,
Those scars in my heart,
They prevent me from falling down,
Remind me to be strong,
And stop following the roads
That lead to Rome.
Choose the unbeaten path,
Where you might find yourself,
I followed my heart, I chose
To be myself
And now I am pround,
Pround of where I am, pround of who I am,
And pround to have survived
the stream.
Only the strongest will
Survive this journey,
So be ready to face adversity,
Stop following conformity,
Be the wolf and lead the way

I have no regrets,
Because I got nothing to lose,
Let’s stray away
away
Together my soul and me.

Girl says no.
Girl says I said no.

Boy says nothing with his mouth but
moves with hands that say let me start my
cross-examination of the witness and
looks at her with confused eyes that say
may I remind you, ma’am, that you are under
oath. Would you like to change your answer?

Girl says no, I said no.
She is jury,
she is judge,
she is verdict.
She is gavel banging against sound block
on a case closed.

Boy still says nothing but sheds
his clothes like last season’s skin
and when his jeans hit the floor
they say Your Honor, I am asking
you to recuse yourself.
He is still confused because
buying dinner is just a more polite way
of buying a ******* her knees
so he wrongfully believes that
his libido has the right
to stand in as a judge in appeals court
to overturn her ruling.

This is the only trial that she will see
because prosecution does not want
to press charges with a case that they do not believe
will result in a guilty verdict and ****
is still widely accepted as
just a he-said-she-said civil case.



*According to the FBI Uniform Crime Reports out of every 100 rapes, 32 get reported to the police, 7 lead to an arrest, and 3 are referred to prosecutors.

We all have seen
people,
places,
and different situations
that questions
everything we have learned,
believed,
seen,
and heard.
It is up to us whether to
label those things
as mere fallacies,
or to uphold them
as utter truths.
But this isn't always the case.
The process of acceptance
is not always easy.
It involves a lot of self-berating,
self-loathing,
listless moments,
melancholic states,
and finally,
reluctant adaption,
to the current norms,
notion,
and societal views,
that forces us to change
our views,
our versions of truths,
our perception of reality,
and our own self-image.
We must always beware
those situations; let it not
deter you.
For, dear, you are
what you are,
and what you believe;
your conviction,
your truths,
your freedom from
these mind-altering moments,
will not be taken away from you.
Do not let yourself
be washed away
by the waves of
fanaticism.

You can see it in their breath
Thumos
Persuade   words
    Relayed   souls
Believe inside
            Faith does reside
Whose ears to hear
   Let listen let learn
Burden again
Salvation will win