As my heart grows ever more cold,,

I'm becoming a person,
That was never foretold

Your actions becoming increasingly bold,

Your hand is getting harder to hold

And now i am aware of the lies that you sold,

Our love is beginning to unfold.

Freedom of speech,
Gives us the
freedom to teach,
As long as we can get past
The political leach,
We need to open people's eyes,
There are many to reach,
But it's all pointless,
If we don't live,
by the words that we preach.

I was heading down a slippery *****,
I tried to pull myself back up,
But couldn't reach the rope,
There was no hope,
How the hell am I supposed to cope.

I tried with all my might,
And suddenly I saw a really bright light,
And decided to fight,
I took flight,
Now I'm whizzing round the clouds,
At withering heights.

I once had a bright vision,,

Now I'm trapped in my own head,

That has become my mental prison!!

Oh how my mind does dwell,

Is this real life,
Or is this hell,

The worst part of all,
I just cannot tell.

We live in a world of heartache and violence,

Is it surprising,

that many choose to suffer in silence?

Oh,
you can get through this,
its true,

And even in the darkness,
The stars shine for you !

This world is unkind
Its full of venomous minds
These people go around committing terrible crimes,
and in time,
Compassion of humanity has gone into decline,
the way we treat each other sends a shiver down my spine,
these are dark times ,
and many of us are failing to shine, my heart is breaking as I'm writing this rhyme,
I dream of world that is pure and divine,
I don't know what to do,  
lord, please send me a sign,
we need to wake up people,
the eye's are useless if the mind is blind !!

All this hyped up glam and glitz
  giggly girls break down in fits
    these mascara clad boys devoid of wits
The shallower they go,  the deeper it gets

Sillouettes lacking inner angles and lines...
The substance goes absent when the light shines...
Plotless drama without direction, still winds
These tragically bad fads spread like vines

Overrun with Reality shows depicting what's REAL
  A mass zombie audience digesting their meal
Not In, but outside, this box they soften like veal
  Staring at a screen that numbs how they feel

When did the war on intelligence start?
  Losers not knowing that losing's not smart...
Cable providers gladly doing their part
  News channels selling half-truth ala carte

I will be a rebel and fight for your mind
Hiding remote-controls where they won't find
Trading entertainment for knowledge in kind
  Giving books out to the voluntarily blind


It's gonna be a BATTLE!!!  WHO'S COMING WITH  ME ?

( have solar power confidence
And a battery operated smile

My hobbies include
Editing my life story
Hiding behind metaphors

And trying to convince my shadow That I'm someone worth following

I have grown alot,
In many different ways,
No longer do I have Such hidden rage, Instead I let it out,
My thoughts are the ink That glides across the page,
My soul is no longer Locked in a cage, And even after I'm gone,
My mind is immortal,
It will last for an age....

An Agent of Assonance,
An Army of Alliteration,
A Conquistador of Climaxes,
A Fighter with Form,
A Marksman of Motif,
A Mercenary of Metaphors,
A Ninja of Nuances,
A Raider of Rhyme,
A Soldier of Synonyms
A Vigilante of Voice;

I strike with the fiercest of sentences, With such clarity and no false pretenses;

I assail with the mightiest of swords,
T am The Warrior of Words.

INTERNET TROLLS LURKING, WITH JUDGMENTAL READING IN WHAT THEY SEE.

OVER ANALYZING THINKING THEY'RE KNOWING ME.

FROM MESSAGES HIDDEN WITHIN MY POETRY

THERE IS NO CRYPTIC SCRAMBLED THOUGHT.

JUST REAL LIFE IN RHYME. AND EMOTIONS FOUCHT.

THE TRUTH OF IT 15. AND IT'S PRETTY SAD.

YOU TAKE EVERYTHING GOOD, AND TWIST IT TO BAD.

ONE MORE THING THAT YOU CAN'T CHANGE, AND YOU MAY FIND THIS ONE A LITTLE STRANGE

IN YOUR BORED ANALYTICAL CURIOSITY, YOU RE WRONGLY ADDICTED TO MY POETRY.

WHATEVER IT IS WHATEVER YOU DO. I WISH YOU A SIMPLE SARCASTIC POETIC - *******.

Sometimes in life ,
I slip and I stumble,
Despite this evil world,
I try to stay humble,
Things get me down ,
I often crack and I crumble,
people' talk behind my back,
they chat and they mumble,
but you can bet ya ***,
that I'm ready to rumble,
in this stereotypical ,
and discriminatory jungle.

Seeking perfect rhythm in tune,

a poetic chorus of thoughts

begin singing,

just waiting to be written in

perfect harmony.

Words on paper, orchestrated for

the readers eyes to hear mentally,

they read the sounds of a poets

mind, silently listening ever so poetically.

Sights and sounds, never seen or heard, all created word
by
Word.

How stale,

Life without passion,

The incarnation,

Of an Aquarian soul,

The mindful genius,

With an empty chest hole.

If only souls would fall in love with souls, not with bodies.

So mary of us have became inexplicably lost in the worldliness and have forgotten that one day, all bodies will rot and decay, but the love that was shared by two souls will remain eternal and never fade away.

We're all attracted to those who shine, but beware of artificial light.

Sometimes darkness lies underneath the surface of things that appear to be bright.
You'll soon see venom flowing throughout veins of the darkest seeds,

when true colours show, the poison will glow and they'll turn your garden into weeds.

Karma will come, they'll be undone for there's no antidote, they'll create so much poisonous fury within, it will be on their own bitterness that they choke .

I'm growing weary, and can't take anymore.

Always getting the same **** from you, shore to endless shore, floating on your heavy *** guilt trip ship.

It's time I must rise above my emotions which you have sank, even if it means I must break from us and walk the ******' plank.

Facebook, Slagbook, meet just to Shagbook, sneaking about but then you get caught book. Gitbook, Shamebook, not ya real Name Book, in ya photos ya gorgeous but really yr a Mongbook! Prankbook, Skankbook what a ****** Cranbrook. Its gettin pretty scary cos its turning into Wankbook. Textbook, Sexbook, spying on your Exbook, someone likes' her photo and ya turn into a Pestbook!

Scrapbook, Papbook catch the ****** Clapbook, grab ya ****** iphone and add the ****** Appbook. Shitebook, Strifebook get a ******* Lifebook! Watch it if ya married cos they'll nick ya ****** Wifebook! Creepbook, Peepbook when ya take a Leakbook! Yal even be Facebooking in ya ******* sleep book

So I wear a hood, does that mean I'm up to no good?

please open your eyes,
before you despise,
Not everyone in society is wearing a disguise,
people need to realize not every youngster is bad,
it's all a pack of lies,
We can't go into a shop without security buzzing round us like flies.

then politicians sit around tables with their suits and ties,
with the lust to discuss me,
you disgust me,

so I must be as level headed as I can,
to never back pedal on the plan,
so we can all hold hands together,
unite,
so we can Live as one.

I'm not ready to go, but I am anxious to know.

Always in search of what awaits us in life after Death,

I will explore the unknown until I've finally exhaled my last living breath.

She is a goddess, a warrior Worth more than her weight in gold She is a guardian, a nurturer With spirit young and soul of old She has words for all occasions Amd is wise beyond her years She has a heart as big as oceans Ind will always face her fears сме мал

"But what if you don't struggle with your darkness?

If you sit quietly and let it wrap itself around you for long enough

Maybe you'll get a glimpse of all the stars In your heart.

Life can be good, but let's keep it real.

It can truly start to ******* ****
when you begin to feeľ

that you're no more than a mere cog in someone's egotistical wheel.

You can draw every drop of blood from my veins,
keep from me the air in which I need to breathe,
or burn my shell to charcoal remains.

Take every bit of life

that is left in me, but I'll forever live on deep within my written poetry.

Once upon a time there was a horrid man
who lived in an invisible cage.
He spat out venom
and fed on rage.
He snarled and scowled at each passing day
he was snarling and scowling his whole life away!
Violence made him grow taller and taller
but each time it did his cage grew smaller.
'tis a vicious disease and it's one of the soul
like a crushing snake it was devouring him whole.
'tis a slow painful death
and it's claiming his soul
because he neglected to love
and worshipped control.
He dished out lies,
he dished out blame
that the people wouldn't swallow
for they were onto his game!
Then one day he crumbled and was fast to fade away
as his flesh joined his spirit in a cage of decay

The tune of our hearts beat to a rhythm of love ever so poetically,

it's enough to turn the best written music up into sheets of sobbing jealousy.

A CLASSY, SASSY, ASSY, ******, DICKY FIT.

COMING FROM A POET THAT DOESN'T TAKE ANY ****.

NOT TO BE BLATANTLY RUDE, IT'S JUST FRUSTRATED POETIC PlaTITUDE,

Cutting myself away without a peep, I will no longer lay next to the guilty conscience of a mind that cannot sleep.

Look deep in the mirror And say: 'I LOVE YOU"

And immediately

An electric current will Ripple throughout your soul

And burst through your eyes..

Like shooting Stars

Dancing across the skies.

In ecstasy

Te tell your soul you love it.

Is like remembering

WHO YOU ARE

After being in a coma For a hundred years.

Your face will beam the light of a hundred galaxies.

Oh I owe my bitten tongue to words kept within of which I'm afraid to speak.

My pen has yet to learn control, of what it writes born from my soul.

Onto paper emotions

flow, and still I wonder does she know.

"The stars in a heart seem to be a good start, of what I wish to say, just not today

Someday I might, but until then I'll continue to

Write.

she tries to calm the storm within but she s a hurricane wrapped up with skin there's thunder crashing through her mind and her lightning looks

will leave

you

blind.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU SAY,

BUT HOW YOU SAY IT.

I'M SICK,

AND TIRED OF THIS ****

OF YOUR TEMPERAMENTAL HISSY FIT,

FILLED WITH IGNORANT

DRAMATIC SARCASTIC SPIT. !

Seeking perfect rhythm in tune,

a poetic chorus of thoughts

begin singing,

just waiting to be written in

perfect harmony.

Words on paper, orchestrated for

the readers eyes to hear mentally,

they read the sounds of a poets

mind, silently listening ever so poetically.

Sights and sounds, never seen Deep Thought & Poetry or heard, all created word

by word.

As the noise turns to quiet And the light slips away I sit back and ponder Over the thoughts of the day Tired but relaxed I look to the moon And the tree's as they sway The beautiful stars glimmer As my stress fades away No more anger or rage Just me and my thoughts As my pen glides across the page..

We are the adventurers & creators.

Stargazers and barefoot wanderers.

chocolate lovers and magic makers.

We are the ones they call mad.

We're the ones that came to shake this **** up.