By Arcassin Burnham


We suffer from lupus and autism and cancer
of a variety,
But this man that speaks to you now suffers
anxiety,
Not worse , but it has a hold on his life
as we speak,
The kind of man he could have been only
mocks him and call him weak, see there's
A difference between good and worse
And he happens to know the story,
He has saw the rage and true colors of
people, too many to count or worry,
For he never had a fear of facing any man
in this life,
Most-High listens to him this time and
this time he will do right...
Flowers cover mountains that humans
can get over,
If this only real for a good life,
Good life , Good Good Life,
Good life , Good Good Life,
Dawns nearly there and the night we will
bring out demons,
That will only try to ruin this good life,
Good life , Good Good Life,
Good life , Good Good Life.

/

Do they think they could survive in the shade?
Another promise that a politic made,
I work alone like batman battling slade,
Implying about my good and bad side due
to hate,
Watch the people follow being greed crazed,
Most fight the system going out in a blaze,
My body dies but my soul doesn't fade,
Don't let the work field make you a slave.
Don't let the work field make you a slave.
I find peace in knowing that could find
peace in this crooked town,
In this crooked town,
******* sucluded area I'm in,
And I don't like no one,
They all have fake intentions,
Flashy intuition,
Throw it in your face and having you have
a couple mentions,
And when people mention me its not good,
Usually rumors I'm not apart of,
False claiming and saying that I probably
was on drugs,
Doubting and forms riddles on who I was.
Through it all I rise above.
Through it all I rise above over y'all.
I'm a artist , poetic writin' star gazer,
There's no way that I could say that
I am one of a kind.
Through it all I rise above.
Through it all I rise above over y'all.
I'm a artist , poetic writin' star gazer,
There's no way that I could say that
I am one of a kind.
Through it all I rise above.
Through it all I rise above over y'all.
I'm a artist , poetic writin' star gazer,
There's no way that I could say that
I am one of a kind, of a kind.


©Abpoetry2019

By Arcassin Burnham


A Passion to,
learn what you're saying, let your actions
do,
More if you're the right you,
don't tell me to,
Do anything I don't wanna do,
Learn what you say is true,
A Passion to,
Serve future Sons and daughters,
Terms and conditions , they slaughter,
Poisoning millions with lies we swallow
up proper,
That sounded wrong , made it through the
storm,
Saw the truth when I was born,Put me in some empathy,
Looking for the trouble,
Searching for my soul as it had drift away
again,
Could not find me, if you tried,
You lied , about your intention.
Complacent,
Parallel,
You couldn't tell the truth ,if you tell,
A mistake , it's a spell,
Beyond your fight there's a hell,
Thats loops over and over,
Here it comes you better take cover lover,
The lingo you misspell,
Never give up on myself.
See what I see,
why'd you choose me?
if you could handle me,
then why abandon me,
Didn't know what we were facing in a world
corrupted,
Our souls are torn in this realm but now I got things to fight for,
I'm using both of my hands in this war.
This quest don't need a sword or trinkets,
I'm just trying to unlock what's in store,
You have the keys , unlock the door,
Its not too late , its not too late,
You have the keys , unlock the door,
Its not too late , its not too late...
Don't make it , ******* yourself to put stress
on your lil' soul,
Don't make it , seem like a reason you do
everything you're told,
I hope they don't give into the ignorance
those demons have sold,
Don't let your, bad intentions get in the way
of your love go,
Men they just wanna, men they just wanna,
be tough,
Women they just wanna , women they
just wanna, compete,
But what inside makes you complete ?
And what makes your whole world taste
sweet?
Y'all don't understand this,
But to find peace in the world is out-
landish,
Literally, why in the **** would there be
conspiracy theories,
California fires exploding the fury,
This might be just words but y'all don't
hear me,
Find people to be fake everyday , they just
envy,
But look inside yourself and realize yourself that you could never really lie
to yourself,
But look inside yourself and realize yourself that you could never really lie
to yourself.


©Abpoetry2019

"Digital Error" / "Blind People"

By Arcassin Burnham

Inside the machine,
fake ads inside the machine,
Promises inside the machine,
Hopelessness inside the machine,
False love inside the machine,
Taxes pending inside the machine,
Fake news that you see on t.v they're posting everyday
inside the machine,
Edited videos inside the machine,
There are ghost inside the machine,
Mislead media inside the machine,
Copy voices inside the machine,
Paying music inside the machine,
hypnosis inside the machine,
Don't use your voice cause they could hear
on the other side of machines.
I do not compute , to this stupidity,
Even though I have half a brain and I don't
have my diploma don't mean that I'm
gullible,
Just means that I'm acceptable in this
matrix , how can you stand to take this?
While you stand around lying to yourself,
Needing no help , need a lot help,
But you won't cry for help,
They make you pay taxes in this machine,
Their killing black people in this machine,
The things that see in this world isn't real
and the food is fake , the whole real is a
machine,
They put a lot stress on your plate for diner
Of satan , its more than you really could
keep,
We have to revolt and take it to corporates if you know what I mean.

/

How do you find the pieces to your own
puzzle?
How could you make all of this make
sense?
Are you afraid that the world will end and
you won't get to tell your friends,
And family how much you love them when
you know your world will end?
Paralleled earth , its bout' time we huddle
up,
Ignoring what you can't hide is simply
not an option,
All the demons , all the bickering, you
could simply give it up,
Or end in an endless pit of self destructing
concoctions,
Blind people,
Blind blind people wanna ignore it,
Can't confront the inner demons if you
always run from it,
Most high is out there letting her pain go
to strummin',
Picked up those lessons and thats word
to miss Lauryn.


©Abpoetry2019