**** this civilized **** I am set, like an object. So don't object. My eyes on the prize like my future subjects. All these haters is suspect, I pay them no respect. That's how a King treats his subjects. I blow minds like lare jets-- then take marks and get set. It could be the bad or the ugly, l'm as good as it gets. I'm raising the bar like I'm working my pecs, working hard, baring arms like I'm funk master flex. I'm laughing so hard it's hurting my chest. instead of getting money I'm enjoying my wealth,  weight a couple rounds, then rise up in belts. My Dawgs underdogs, like we training vets. I weigh the pros agasint cons, then Shakakon like I'm K. West. Extend my arm and drop a bomb when this mic turn on. My future brighter than prospects, standing on Prospect while the Sunset waiting to get it on

Here is your brain,
Here is your brain on drugs.
Here is your brain on a bad day,
on a bad year.
Where is it after a couple?

Here is a handshake,
a desk for you to sit in.
Here is taking orders absentmindedly,
Here is silence.

Here is the rain,
pounding agasint the sidewalk like your heartbeat,
Here are the pockets of your coat,
weighted down with water.
Here is depression.

Here is lust,
Here is an attraction to your irises,
the tips of your fingers,
the backs of your knees.
Here is a sidewalk to scrape them on and to
leave part of yourself behind.

Here are your thoughts on sadness,
Here are your eyes welling up with
intangible amounts of wasted ideas.
Here are your eyes welling up,
blue, and holding on to my hands.
Here are your eyes

on closing.

i sit here at night shaking cold lifeless,
the nightmares woke me again,
nothing left for me to do but endure the panic endure the pain,
nothing left but to face the fact that i will never be rid of these painful encounters.

i sit here tears rolling down my cheeks,
tears of sadness of pain of sorrow,
there is nothing i can do to stop them no dam no structure will keep them at bay,
these tears hold my pain each drop is like acid agasint my heart and soul,
each drop makes me fall further down the whole despair.

every night i sit here hoping that the shakes won't come but they always do hoping that the nightmares wont arrive but they always do,
each night i get lost and each morning i wake not knowing where i am or what my purpose is.

i am lost.
i am falling.
i have become a ghost.

I looked up into his intoxicated eyes
and watched them graze over my body like a prize.
With his gentle deep breaths agasint my neck
he took me by the waist and picked me up off my feet
he half smiled and dropped me
and didnt hessitate to walk away