By Abpoetry

Suffered my whole life.
Tryna' keep a job , keep the checks flowing,
Keep the momentum of the ongoing,
I was a pawn of the unknowing,
35 jobs and still nothing felt right,
A black man can only build so much foresight,
Odds was always stacked against me too,
I needed a outlet , I needed to fight,
Then I soon realize being a slave wasn't really an option,
They want you to work til you still in a coffin,
Third eye banged and punched out of my Noggin,
**** prosecution and **** being an object,
A number , a gear in the cog wheel,
Meditate now , I could feel what nature feel,
powers been growing , I don't derive from guilt,
Ask me what I know , you won't believe in the matrix still,
Job / School / Prison , same thing,
Please , bare , witness, vibrate,
Everything , timelines happening all at once,
So in Another I'm probably rich for god sakes,
Been thru a lot , So if Another ***** Tell Me That She Don't
Want Me Cause I'm "Broke",
I Didn't want you anyway.

it is the defining answer as to why
in the infinite measurement of time
we are quickly fading as a species
the heroes and those given the gift of genius
quietly silenced in the shadows
in the whispers that fade quickly like dreams

the light of untethered thought
the discoveries that lay in wait to bring us to an enlightened world
are crushed by the deviants
the malicious
the maggotry that userp and violate the natural progression of mankind
more brazen they have become
more defined are their goals
unflinching in their task
these oligarchs who see utopia as a world under their control
they ******
they destroy
they bury all ideas and creations
that interfere with their burning desire
for personal gain
greed owns them
greed drives them
and in the end
will come darkness

don't want to be king
don't want to be rich
want be word breather

Have you ever seen,
White light shine,
Through black diamonds?
Seen the reflection of moonlight,
Off of gold?
Do you walk around parties,
In black suits and dress attire.
How great it feels,
To keep time on gold watches.
Black diamonds,
Silver seas.
I'd give you riches,
If you'd love me.

Gold sprinkles from the ceiling
Green seeps from my eyes
Scent of sweet water in the air
I feel fair in yellow
Head to toe
A monster of glistening lights
Im ugly yet you love me
I adore how money blinds

I teach my
little daughter about
things in the sea with
flippers, and I feel
like Neptune or
Posideon.
I can smell
the salty breeze.

Sometimes,
I feel like
I won the lottery.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm broke most
of the time, but
my life is rich with
golden memories, and
silver moments, built
one day at a time.

study the parabola
wonder when i’ll peak
can i survive the heat?
distill deceit
study the hypothesis
wonder when i’ll resist
can i remain authentically rich?
distill disrespect
mismanaging bliss

Any alienation possible on Earth,
is speculative, at best.

Chances are we are all bits.
Relativity, given a will to make sense,
at one stage the subtle hiss says we are

one mind, can not make sense of another,
all is mine, my mind, I run the decision tree,
intuited in code, init
from one seed,
proceed consideration,
ah, wait, seeds from nothing,
Chicken and egg sequencing, in mind,

rightly dividing, soul and spirit, will and way,
who can say,
we think, we live, with no forethought,
no plan to become, yet, then
now, jetzt wir sind, denken.

Nada mas. The upright walking man,
is unstable in all its ways, wombed and un.

Which leads to why we walk with toes
pointing everything thing in us to home.