Take the fight out of a big cat,
proves nothing.
Yeah, there's something they'll
want to laugh about in circles.
There's something you can't
struggle to see the sunny side of,
because someone licked their
fingertips and
put it out.
Don't let them get you down.
Don't let them take the fight
out of you.
This is the second round, *******,
are you going to be
Mike Tyson or Glass Joe?

Led by delusion in blinders,
Stilled by shackles on my hands and silenced with a *******.
This life is lived locked on the wrong side of the bullet proof glass.
Half truths are the only truth.
Every coin, every story, has only one side.
The path before, and for miles behind me, is filled with glass and burning coals.
My mind is free, but what point does it serve?
My auto biography is a lie, redacted by the masters of the universe.
This is my world.
This catatonic existence is self made.

Kawawang syudad
puno ng gintong konkreto
di magkandaugaga
mga desperadong mata.

Kawawang syudad
may mga mamahaling mesa
di magkandaugaga
mga desperadong bunganga.

Blank
They stare at me
Oblivious
To the rage below

Congregating in corners
They plot against me
Sadistically
Blocking out the world

Chained
Voice eludes my tongue
Hoarse from silence
Deafened by its echo

Determined
My will hammers away
Rhythmic
I will not succumb

Heart beats or sledge strokes?
I will break free

Obscure, drawn, demented
With mouths agape
We blend in wishing to stand out

The mop that sloshes
Keeps us clean
But below its dark and dingy

Our screams of pain
Aching to be heard
Are masked by the ever shiny wax

Too long have the feet of oppressors trodden us down
The scuffs that scar these weary forms
But the day has come

Voice has reached the mouthing
The trapped are breaking free
Too long unheard, too long absurd

Now we stand on high
Our feet on even ground
No boot shall ever again trod us down

God, i do not know him
But i want him
And waiting for him just makes
Everything else so tedious
So slow and it feels as though
Am waiting for my life to start.
I am afraid,
Frankly am frightened,
Of this bottomless hole
Inside of me,
This longing for someone that i do not know
It is a maleficent ordeal
This feeling i feel
I am choked up with feelings
A lot of loving to give,
But i do not want to give it to the people around
Just him, the actor on my tv screen
How i wish i could graze his face,
With my fingers,
Press my lips to his,
Feel his warmth and sooth him,
How can i love you so much when we've never met?
Why do you do me like this?
My heart betraying me,
Such pain i feel, it is oh so maleficent.

The dying
The dead
The forgotten
The unlived dreams.

She was 12
He was 8
They trailed west
But just became meat
One *****, beaten, ***** and ate
The other just ate.

Shaved memories of something
Something said by somebody
Oh, a little girl
Said the sun would whirl
And the moon would bow
Means nothing to a dead and cooked cow.

They make concentric circles
In and out
The Taliban
Spreading goodness wherever they go...
Just after eating
A little boy and girl.

Her face is wrapped in snakes
Her skin shingles of mud
and when the rooster crows
she comes to save her blood.
The loss of childlike purity
it was never hers to lose.
Chained to the bed
wishing to be dead
but the man must always choose.

They say there’s a kingdom in the sky,
where people never grow old,
and they never die, and
that’s why I don’t believe in heaven.
I hope there’s a hell for everyone who
accepts this system. I don’t believe in Jesus,
but if Jesus wept, it was for
Kelly Thomas, or
Leonard Peltier.
I don’t see a good outcome for mankind.
I think we all deserve exactly whats coming for us,
and some people would say that makes me a cynic.
I’d disagree with those people.
Well I don’t believe in these concepts of
"pessimist" and "optimist" either.
I don’t think karma is real either, but
it’s a hell of an idea.