It’s in the system that takes rights and hands out privileges.

Where you question self, are you even a human being?

Is it mans right to bomb villages, or was it a privilege to dethrone a king.

Is it a right to domesticate those born free? That which is me, my soul, my life, my entire humanity?

Placed in a cage in which I can not see.

What’s a reflection if I can’t recognize me?

If my eyes are taken out and replaced with what you see

Will I still be me?

Or is that a privilege?

If my tongue is cut from base and replaced with what you taste will I then I have the right to taste what’s free?

Or will it cost me my soul?

Is it the rule of thumb measured by the hand in which sways the pen that says this is the end?

Mightier than the sword at the throats of its enemies that swipes his rights to live or even be a friend of me?

That power....... ink is blood.

Promise

For yesterday was not promised
For today is
For tomorrow is not promised
For today you live
For A stipend of time
For what a promise is to give
For an allusion is the conclusion of what a promise is

Today I love
Yesterday doesn't matter
Today my mind is free
Tomorrow is mindless chatter
Today I will be
Breaking free of the future shackles
Today I am me
Yesterday's present future battles

Every lie must bow to truth; That is a promise
Tomorrow will come to you; That isn't promised
This day belongs to you; There is a promise
That forever is one day not two; To Be promised

Love:
a drop can be an elixir of Life
A drop can be the reason why we cry
A drop can be the key that unlocks the truth of the mind
A drop can be the blood that stains like red wine

Lies:
Are told for the truth that we don't trust
A mist or screen that hides reality is a must
To protect the bad from the good is viewed as luck
To draw out the passions of the lower self and touch

Lust:
Access to the thrill of the heart
A loss to gain a win, the shot in the dark
Foolish in the act of the art
To obtain the illusion of togetherness apart

Heart:
How do you bare witness to the atrocities committed against you
To keep the beat of life in the mist of issues
Many have have abused, misused and transformed your red into blue
Stay true.......

Inside the mind I find how
Daunting this thing called love is.
It turned night into day and day into night causing dissolute,
derooting my mind, beauty,that was once intertwined like a grape and a vine inside wine in one cup.
Love is a single drop of poison and by that of one sip, you tip,
leaving behind your dreams when you fall,
a scar upon the conscious.

Haunting this thing called love is.
It's frightening but we all jump in with no parachute.
Free Falling deeply into the dark void of truth.
Untie the noose
Lo-ve is together.
What awaits on the other side is us floating as Light as a Feather.
Clearing through, like the sky after Nasty weather.
Quick like lightening this thing called love is.
One minute you're dancing through life and out of nowhere you run out. Of the energy that use to pour out
All of a sudden you begin to feel doubt
With no place to go, WILL, can you ever get out,
there WILL be no escape
for the arms you break are the very arms holding you up today
They WILL not crush you
They just want to hug you
An expression that deserves a day
through all the anxiety
Expectations from society
My reactions to an action
You're not the one, you're the  everything
The zero

ARE YOU READY?

The 2nd flower 1st world: part 2

She serenades sounds
Eternal ecliptic exquisite
Refined radiant resplendent
Epodic elegiac embodiment
Naturally noticeable nutriment
Ideally idyllic iambic
Toast to this
YOU

If words describe she
Then I will create her meaning
S.E.R.E.N.I.T.Y

in a world stipend of imagination
Minds lost due to the lack of collaboration
Ancient minds plus modern moderation
Used to create a new world placed in cyber nation
Souls placed on a hiatus,hibernation, asleep, never to be awaken, late nights, early mornings, outside, inside, skeletons and cross bones bare skin, I'm naked.
Shaken not obscured
Baking' not burned
Illusions of the disillusioned
A process of the microderm
abrasions,Be patient , the point was made when you made it.
To be lost is to go back
Be found is to continue
Travel light, blind yourself
What you see is what you forget
Before it was lit it was dark. To see is to be
To be in stagnation or not to be in progression: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?