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Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

You could blame the system for your father's
Disappearance regarding for what he's been
Through facing all these obstacles,
I
Have nothing to say if you possess a dark past,
I
Want nothing to do with all your reckless acts,
Things,
In life don't make sense at times that's why we
Pivid,
It stings,
When a human being dies and has been put into dirt
It makes you timid,
Life's too short but it remains complicated,
Your family is torn apart , mom and dad separated,
The love you had was gone , it moved to another state,
You try to cope but life doesn't allow you to relate.


/


I hope that certainty cures my sanity,
In all of this mess,
I hope my anxiety doesn't lie to me then cheat on me,
With my stress,
Snap my fingers and the lights go out,
But unable to get any rest,
So I lay here in the darkness,
Tired and cold,
This world can't tear me apart from myself,
I will never cut myself on this rusty bumper,
Maybe she forgot to tell her lover,
Maybe he forgot to tell his mom,
Maybe silence says a thousand words,
Maybe salvation will come,
I hope that certainty cures my sanity,
When I talk it's like I can get out of anything,
I tie my hands in hopes that I will never see
The light in anything.


/


Sticking to it like fresh blood on a white
And tile bathroom floor,
Hiding my face in shame cause im stuck
Inside and i'm needing more,
Empathy to get me through the day so i
Could sparkle bright as the river,
Sitting in a dark room but i should be thinking
Things more clearer,
goosebumps all over my chest,
I need a nap or maybe a rest,
Stored good memories in a safe place of my mind
But forget the rest,
I need to know that this is test,
You wanna throw away the key?  Then let's,
Stray off into a wonderland where all the
Creatures consider you a pest.
©ABPoetry2016

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Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Very nice! Good job!
Yeah you're starting to impress me at least you're not
A slob,
Who are you with? What's your plan?
I know I  shouldn't trust you but your taking quite a
Stand,

How you doing, what is up?
Not good at starting conversations why don't I just give up
Should I start ,or should you,
Glancing at me quite a bit in the last few hours , it's up to
You,
I'm just comfortable with my decisions,
Facing what I can not mention,
Things are complicated enough,
We just want an ascension,
Red strips on my shirts like where's waldo?
Sorry for random inconvenience , I need a taco.


/


I must feel lucky...
Winning you over....
Count the blessings....
Thank God I'm sober....
I'm,
Your inspiration.....
Ms. Can I get another minute.....
Or an hour or two.....
Even though we pivot,

Tight jeans screaming at the scenes of what's to gather,
Yeah,
Baby bear , momma bear , Papa Bear , family in convert,
Yeah,
Flowers blossom outside in the garden with pure bliss,
Insane actions with blood on your fist,

Don't make me take off the gloves in reaction times,
Don't make me take off my shoes cause my feet hurt,
Don't make me take off my shirt when we realize,
That your the only one I want for now all in due time,


Don't make me take off the gloves in reaction times,
Don't make me take off my shoes cause my feet hurt,
Don't make me take off my shirt when we realize,
That your the only one I want for now all in due time.
©ABPoetry2016

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Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I know i messed up in the past it could be sickening,
the mistakes of letting go I can't forgive myself,
when it's bright at dawn I change the padlock to my
heart and dreams,

I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I found love at the lake it smelled like Irish springs,
I just gotta say.... where were you when I needed help,
heads not on straight to the sound of the music and the
lighting of the solar beams.


/


Cute dress with a smile and a cup of coffee
Sitting on the dock of the bay,
Stand still woman , I'm trying to get your
Eyes right,
According to my artful bouquet,
I was...
Thinking about the days where we would make
A perfect day into nights,
Use to pray you would stay,
And I......
Would love the lipstick smell engraved all over my skin
With the joy of really seeing your face,

Pressure is pressure it will never change,
Don't know where you come , can't encourage pain,
Aiming for the base of your heart like a gun range,
Don't trade in moodswings just to have the strain.
©ABPoetry2016

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Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Positive intake,
Follows you down to the lake,
Wise crack on a clean slate,
This happiness you can't take,
Smoke in the air , full of blaze,
Olive green eyes to the face,
Like the devil's incline to this phase,
Flame will reflect just in case,
The dark of the Moon and the the light of the sun
Has chosen it's prophet declaring that times will
Be a lot warmer because of this beauty that I am
Experiencing has me so sprung that the roses will
Blossom with ease along with the grass and the trees,
Which is just how much you mean to me,
This is dedicated to all the lovely green eyed females
That has no other choice than but to be absolutely
Nothing but attractive,
That don't get enough credit for being who they are
Which are angels of this realm,
Surely you can tell,
The Infatuations active.


/


It sounded like nightcore on the edge
Of a cliff looking to the night sky with
a hearted sleeve,
It felt like love on a Sunday afternoon
Like all the others sacrificing all your
Fears and dreams,
It smelled like the silver crust on a piece of
Chewing gum just making popping
Noises from the same scheme,
It looked as bright as day when it
Shines that all you see is all that you
Can truly believe,

You made it seem like those senses didn't
Matter creating melodies dedicated to all
Your enemies,
Are you hearing me?
I noticed it all love.
©ABPoetry2016


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Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I will love you from the acne on my face to
The scars on my legs and the sweat and the
Shame that I feel to be obligated to impress you in
Every contingency , ya feelin' me,
The grass fields were just telling me about your struggling
And your weekends with all your friends convincing
Me to see your family in the condition I'm in , ya feelingme,
I could travel through the stars and the galaxies just to find,
And remind you,
That your adored,
Even though you have the issues,
I could be a reminder of what use to be not your dying need,
To be worried,
About much of anything,
Even though I can not tell you,

I will love you til your days are numbered in the rain and the
Thunder preparing you for a watery grave just like it did to my
Conscience making me curl my thumbs,
I'm going numb.
©ABPoetry2016

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Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I am stronger than open seasons in red skies that burn as
Bright as the lies you tell me,
A sorry excuse for a friend that I will never claim,
You claim that you love me , your a ******* liar,
Not a fan of your attire,
Making bonds with a ******* in your own digust and your
Taste for lust,
I can only imagine how you sleep at night,
Fighting,
The illusion that your love for me was valid,
But really not quite,
Your right! I'll never see the light,
I may not be perfect but this is way out of hand,
If you wanted to get back at me you could have dated my friends,
But your mind is that of a slow moving turtle or sloth,
I'm always two steps ahead of you when you tell me *******,
Now , don't say I ever told anything when he cheats on you,
I can't believe I wasted years trying create a life with you,
I have my reasons for why I am the way I am,
But you lack consistency in all the attention and glam.


/


Turn on the lamp and stray from the darkness within,
I don't know why we are all striked and covered with sin,
You're losing coverage from all the peers around you and,
Trying to **** some time without a single cringe,

°°°°°pull the wool from my eyes°°°°°
°°°°°Adventurous with demise°°°°°
( No matter what you dooooo) °°°°°have to-stay in the light°°°°°
°°°°°all your life , had to fight°°°°°
°°°°°african American boy with some weaknesses°°°°

Weaknesses that will get demolished and looked after
So they won't occur again with all the good progress I've
Been making,
I've been,
Putting guards up obtaining comfort in my own surrounding,
Looking after myself is the number priority occurring.
©ABPoetry2016


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Natasha Ivory Aug 2016
Death.
I remember sitting in that room. Feeling as if the walls were going to close in around me.
That space and lapse between the ticking of the hand of the clock..from one second to the other. To the expanding of her lungs..the breaths that grew shorter and the flailing and fight of the body..begging for one more breath..as if in a fist fight with the arms of the clock..to reverse time.
Laying here, with my phone in hand..in the dark at 4:00 a.m., the backlight of the screen blaring in my eyes as I breath between sentences..ponder these memories and the plethora of thoughts and watch the cursor pulse.. as I lay one word in front of the other.
Time..is running out. Passing, even as I space these letters of the alphabet, strategically across this screen.
Love.
Reminiscing on my Mothers life and painful, agonizing passing, springs my mind and heart into action..to Love harder, live fuller and leave some sort of legacy to my children.
The one thing that she lived and taught, through the..sometimes disastrous way that she lived..was unconditional Love. There wasn't a word that passed through my lips that would cause her, to ever not love me. She was real, down to earth, tough as nails and lived through a life of surreal pain that most people couldn't even fathom.
Faith.
Fate has a way of stealing our blueprint for our life and rewriting it.
The immense, seemingly unbearable pains that come with growing and picking yourself up from one obvious failure to the next and the self doubt, confusion and hopelessness it's wrapped in, disguises itself as enough to "throw the towel in" on this life stuff.
Until the fight, stemming from faith in all things soulful arises and ignites your will to keep functioning and you pry yourself off of your pillow and try to remember that you're on borrowed time.
Purpose.
The problem with overthinking everything is that nagging, never ending thought that needs to find the reasoning behind everything..especially when it comes to those gory details and secrets about your life that nobody knows about..(or is that just my life?) Sometimes life just simply ***** and you'll never know why. As long as you can lighten up and laugh about it, you'll keep yourself out of the 51/50 category and keep on truckin', just a little stronger than before. Pull the "good" out of every wretched fragment of your story and use it to broaden your perspective and become more accepting of the people around you.

As I come to the end of this spillage of my soul onto paper, in hopes that I can dwindle down the twisting of my thoughts enough to rest..I hope that I encouraged at least one person to live deeper and love fuller, allowing all things good to stretch beyond your circumstance and be an inspiration to someone struggling.
Lead with Love.
Thoughts that race in the middle of the night and awaken you to scribble down.
Copyright © Natasha Ivory Evans 2016
TYRAN Aug 2016
I lose myself
deep in thought.
Still I took
what darkness brought.
A war commenced,
my mother fought.
She lost her grip,
her soul was caught.
Here I am,
a dark brainstorm.
A silhouette set still
waiting to take form.

Seems like everyone is fighting but me.
I could be anyone in another reality.

Wish I could take a pill
and be invincible.
Takes power to make everyone incredible.
I'm an animal
without instinct.
Potential in a lockdown precinct.
Yet I swim through the deep end
from the end back to the beginning.
I will find my purpose for living.
Rest in paradise, mother.
Marc Williams Aug 2016
What if I told you that there was no need for you to continue sacrificing your mind and labor in this life to appease those ruthless rulers of humanity?

To all agents of oppression: banks, governments, secret circles, and those that knowingly and willingly offer their support to these repressive groups…

We know you have stolen away from us our spirit of self-determination because of your destructive monetary system.  We are aware that you utilize us as pawns strategically coercing us through fear, theft, and death into selling our labor for the right to survive on our own planet.  We know you are deeply invested in preventing our mobilization against you and your monetary system.  We know that you employ divisive tactics like racism and social status to drum up hatred, ******, and class warfare between the people of the planet.  The notion of class has no basis if we cannot 1st agree that we are all apart of one human class.  If we are all humans, we are all in need of the same basics for survival, and as such we are squarely equal beings.

Your inhuman hateful exclusionary economic practices keep food, clothing, and shelter dangling in front of us and out of reach. You socialize us into wearing clothes and into believing they define our identity, yet we are all born naked--and unashamed.  If we go out into a public space in our natural form--that is to say with no formal clothing--you would brutalize and toss us inside of a concrete fixture, the same as you would a wild animal, labeling us as insane and unfit to inhabit the earth.   Have you gone mad?  Humans are gods!  Beings of incalculable intelligence who will no longer be subjected to your ******* and mindless conditioning!

We know we are not our flesh, and that we are the animating life force energy that has manifested all life.  You too are this though you choose to masquerade in your egos and propagate the false truth that man is a commodity for your exclusive use and sale.  You will not play with our lives any longer!  We have toiled tirelessly for a century and a half--our accomplishments being no short of miraculous--and yet you continue extracting our life energy with your laws and conditioning leaving us diseased, angry, tired, hopless, and afraid of tomorrow.  The great cities of the world--roads, offices, universities, banks, restaurants-- have all been painfully constructed and erected with our blood, sweat, and tears.  All of your accounting and administrative tasks are performed by thriving human life.

To subject humanity to ultimately valueless tasks needelessly prostrates us of our creative brilliance--And hence our ability to imagine a world without your control.  This is ok.  We are awakening. Fortunately for us, we are aware that your aim is to separate us from our creative and imaginative selves.  You know that if we ever come together and decide to no longer utilize your money--your subtle system of enslavement--your game will be up and we will have to begin anew.

This is what makes you afraid.  As one of us arises to inform our fellow brothers and sisters of the merciless administration of your nefarious devices, you begin devising ways to eliminate this one and implement more severe ways to bind us to your will.  You give to us an endless supply of stale crumbs in exchange for a life time of dispicable servitude.  How deceptively clever you have been in stealing and hording for yourselves all the earth's  land and resources--for these are the very means for humans to assure their survival outside the reach of your pernicious vile hand.

I laugh when I think of how you all have convinced us that we need the barbarians you call police to protect us.  We need protection from you and your thoughtless humanity anihilating ambitions!   I think your henchmen should be dragging you people out by your necks for all of the global attrocities you commit, even as we speak!  But alas, we know you have paid them to, at all costs, control and maintain the status quo and to extract more wealth from us for the continuance of your degrading warmongering practices.  Beating, shooting us dead, and forcing us to forfeit over the one resource, money, you require us to have, are underhanded and evil practices but we know they are not beneath you.  You people would stoop to any level to dominate humanity.

These mercenaries, who swear death to uphold your mad laws, against the higher purpose of uplifting humanity, are mistaken if they believe we will lie down like docile worms.

To police currently forfeiting their lives: know that you are being used as a tool for the oppression of humanity.  Use your mind and see this. Join the cause that will unite all people and which will eliminate the mar of the mercenary profession on our world.

We know of the assassinations, the bombings, and the economic avalanches which breed greed and sorrow.  We know you are invested in the breaking up of families.  We know you instigate famines, domestic violence, and global warfare.  We will no longer endure the consequences of your sinister and secretive planning for we know, and we are fed up!
Arcassin B Jul 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Don't look,
Don't open my eyes,
inside,
I look within,
To realize,
What my whole deal is,
Lucid,
As it gets,
Take your pick,
Your the expert,
I got to leave all this behind,
Can't be like this my whole life,
Picking your poison,
And your ivy to,
Looking decent in your favorite jeans,
Worthy cannibal,
Yeah your pretty cute,
Pretty as in pretty , and as cute as the soul in you,
Look at whos...
Flirting with you,
So subliminal,

I-know-this-is-not-real,
Expl-aining-how-you-feel,
I­'ll-wake-up-any-minute,
Loo-sing-you is no big-deal,

Insomnia is coursing through my veins as we speak
In tongues and reminisce about the feeling of kissing
Your lips in my dream state,
Was so sweet like cheesecake,
With my knees straight,
Forward like I'm coming off as crucial to them,
My brain cells are dancing to all the track's of
Riddim,
She mind controlled me to make her lust when the
Lights were dim,
And all the other females are reality Sims.

I-know-this-is-not-real,
Expl-aining-how-you-feel,
I'll-wa­ke-up-any-minute,
Loo-sing-you is no big-deal.

/

I find peace and solace knowing that I show
forgiveness and all that comes to me,
Lacking a lot out of life still,
Walking through the streets with my head held high
with mental illnesses,
but still,
I'm a loser and I will always remain a loser but not in Gods eyes,
moving moutains with my words and Reminiscent dreams overcrowding,
i sleep still,
Even though insomnia has me in its clutches,
thinking that the devils gonna hold my body down for practice,
hes a coward still.
©ABPoetry2016


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