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mannley collins Aug 2014
Bodies have limited shelf life.
they are not entities in their own right.
They are like a suit of clothes,
put them on--wear them for a while,
take them off--throw them away.
They are used as a vehicle for the Isness
but they are not the Isness.
The Individual Isness is a small but equal,independent,individual,nameless,
formless,genderless and non physical being formed from the Isness of the Universe.
You are the Isness.
Bodies are conscious but do not have consciousness.
Only the Isness has consciousness.
You are the Isness--and are unable to be your true nature,
because you have given control over your brain centres to the Mind
and you are defining yourself by identifying with the Mind created Conditioned Identity as yourself.
the body is a fusion of two seeds at conception- brought into seedling state in the womb.
The seedling is brought to become the mighty tree of ****** existence in the mulch of a life lived,
watered and fed according to taste or custom or commonsense
or so-called expert advice.
Like the flower and the fruit on the tree-- all bodies grow from seed--live a period of time-- wither and die.
Bodies exist as the human vehicle for all Isnesses,female or male equally,of any of the five skin colours,to travel through each lifetime
until the individual Isness they carry fulfills Isness realisation,
until the Mind dies,until the Conditioned Identity dies.
If you miss realising your true nature as the individual Isness  in this life
then  you MUST come back and try again--whoever you are.
There are NO exceptions to this rule--.
birth  life death rebirth--the system is paramount.
The Wheel is ever turning.
Until the next time around.
Bodies come and go--bodies come and go
karma chamelions as George says.
Until Isness realisation is achieved the process of
birth-life-death-rebirth goes on its merry way--lifetime after lifetime after lifetime ad infinitum.
The wheel turns and the empty bodies burn on
the funeral pyres  of a thousand Varanasis worldwide.
Sleek shining dogs seizing scraps of cooked meat,
crunching on a tasty thigh bone,
Doms laugh at their insouciance and daring.
Existence provides every possible bit of information you could need for reaching the state of existential realisation of your nature as an Isness.
Existence also provides every possible distraction you need
for avoiding reaching the state of existential realisation of your true nature as Isness.
You the Isness have to choose.
Between either self realisation or eternal mind games.
The Isness is a small but equal individual,independent,nameless,
formless,genderless and non physical Isness made from a small portion of the Isness of the Universe--incarnated lifetime after lifetime in order to realise,existentially,your nature as the  Isness--or NOT, as your choice may be.
And it is your choice.
Isness are the small portions of the Isness of the Universe-- integrating, atom for atom, into the shape of physical bodies,
like fingers in a glove or a favourite winter topcoat.
We become the Isness of the Universe,written small,  incarnated in a human body if only we can let go of the falseness of
Minds and Conditioned Identities.
If not we stay as confused humans--la luta continuata.
You,the confused Isness, are the one who exercises the choice.
Isness or Conditioned Identity?.
You cant be both--no way.
To be or not to be?.
These are the eternal questions.
What  am I?.
Why am I here?.
The answer lies inside--in existential beingness.
It is the easiest "hard" work youll ever encounter.
No one can do the work involved for you.
No one can give you a free pass.
No one can "grace" you,the Isness,into realisation of your nature..
No one can forgive you anything--except you.
No one can wipe out your accumulated Karma--good or bad--except you by living a life generatin neutral Karma.
No becoming a "budda".
No becoming an "enlightened one".
No becoming a"christ"
No becoming a priest.
No becoming a prophet.
No becoming a pope.
No becoming a lama.
No becoming a rabbi.
No becoming a"sheik"
No becoming a prosletyser of any "religion" or "god" or "goddess".
No expert.
No becoming a child of god.
No monarch.
No dictator--elected or otherwise.
No military leader.
No "mystic".
No "son or daughter of god".
No "wise one"
Nobody!!!
No one  but you,the Individual Isness can dissolve Mind and Conditioned Identity.
Only you--and you alone-the confused Isness incarnated in  the Mind and Conditioned Identity  controlled body you pass through life in--can create neutral Karma.
The internal struggle goes on until it ends.
Only you,the confused Isness,can let go of identifying with the
Conditioned Identity as the "real"self.
Grasping at the conditioned belief you are the Mind and Conditioned Identity guarantees you will not reach Isness realisation.
Letting go of the conditioned belief that you are Mind and Conditioned Identity guarantees you will realise your true nature as an Isness.
Deconditioning through reconditioning
Does the rain fall upwards?.
Does violence bring peace?.
Does the sky exist?
Does anyone "save" anyone else?.
Does it all matter you may ask?.
After all existence is totally indifferent whether
you or anyone realises their true nature as Isness or not.
Until you do realise your nature as an individual Isness--
that's when the real fun begins!!.
There are NO "gods" or "goddesses" to gift you with this state.
Never have been any "gods" or "goddesses".
Never will be any "gods" or "goddesses.
There is only the Isness of the Universe"behind it all".
Not the intellectual "creation" of "poets"--with all their middle class narcissism--and piteous weak  Conditional Love.
Trying to appear as a "deep sensitive poet"
when all that they can do is scribble strings of
meaningless associated fine sounding words.
No life .
No passion.
No truthfulness.
Just deadness and truth.
Spoken from inexperience.
Meanwhile the Isness of the Universe sleeps and snores
while the world bursts into flames around us.
And we are culpable in choosing to stay ignorant.

www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
sheeba balan kpp Dec 2014
I like being egoistic
I like extremes
I think in extremes
I also answer in extremes
I like people who are extremes too.
Sneha shenoy Mar 2018
I  went on a mission searching Him.
Priests "he abodes house of worship";
Others "you 'll find him in idols";
Scientists "in atoms as energy";
Atheist "let it be.Your pursuit is futile".

Did it suffice me?It only deluded me.
One day, I stood before a mirror,
The secret was answered.

We are clothed with Power ,
fed with beliefs,moved by love.
The cord of Realization when struck,
the abstruse life begins to unveil
Abating the afflictions of the soul.
This cord & the universe resonate,
To give 13th cord of octave - "ecstasy".

Now this phrase is justified;
"The Budda in me spreads to the Budda in you to create peace & hapiness." *Yes he's in me
Polar Dec 2016
If time is shorter than we think

And the Nihilists are right

If beauty is without meaning

And life without light

Then silence is golden

To none we are beholden

And 2016 can go down

As the year that great men of art died

Quite so, but

Those once blind may be healed and see

That forests may form under the shelter of a tree

And from tiny drops

A river may flow,

So

Let our words flow like water

After all,

In the words of Guatama Budda

"You only lose what you cling to."
Elsbeth Poe Jan 2014
Stand up
Stand up for something
Anything
Sing out about the way
You want the world to be
Learn to listen
Learn to look for people
Desperately in need
Learn to love to read
Learn to love
Expand your mind and empathy
Be brave
Stand up and speak
With as much a voice inside
This your precious body
As Jesus, Budda, M.L.K.
Five foot five Mahatma Gandhi
"Be the change you wish to see.."
A world full of people
In much greater need
The things you say
And things you do
Can effect the world
Not just a few
Every person's
A link in the chain
Not thinking you matter
Causes disarray
Everyone has something to say
Especially sensing one's
Prone to feeling pain
If you don't speak up
And make a stand
It won't just go away
Beliefs don't make you better
Behavior makes that change
Speak for the weak
Not next week
Now
Do something
Feel proud
Not for you
But for the good you do
They'll try to shoot you down
Action scares those prone to shunning
Often those who surround
Are rut stuck, change haters
Trying to share their frown
They'll work to make you drown
Those efforts will abound
But anything that's worth the fight
Is not easily found

E.Poe
*January 2014
Reilly Cole Sep 2013
Older Man, Laughing Yet
Big Neo Dogs, Nice To Pet
Adrenaline Rush, Nasty Yet
Fun To Have, We Must Get

Wicca Witch, Twins Separate
Contradiction, Va. Va. Met
Sleepy Now, Cast A Hex
Punch A Wall, Now The Vet

Budda Belly, Go Thai Chi
Woven Wood, Living Tree
Melody Play, God's Own Green
Moving Mouth, Past Unseen

Wise Man, Advice To Give
Fun Days, Life To Live
Many Friends, Happy Hands
Huge Heart, Other Lands
Natalia mushara Jul 2015
Chin up, I knew today wud comee
I ran in the store wit budda bean in da car
Budda bean ma puppy
He brown and he spotted like pokadot baby
I got me sum milk
Ma hart split and spilt like a flower falling aparte
Ma baby didint call me bak
Broke dis dull heart
Jakie poo
Pleese take dis dum girlie back
I'm always at your side
We will flow like a watering ***
mark john junor Jul 2013
twelve days in july
and i carry tokens of each of them
in the pocket of my filthy jeans
each has a face
each has a story and its own trail
of rages or tears

she danced alone in the room
of the redhouse bodega
a spanish tune twisting slowly from the player
its sound thin but the song robust
spinning spinning round and round
she was shadow and light
flashes of rich color
in her best dress and boots of leather
hear them still hitting the hardpack floor
like thunder
she was a goddess that night
she was the worlds that night
let her stay there forever in the limelight
happy in the moment

he waited dressed in his finest clothes
pressed and neat from head to toe
with a single rose
in the moonlight a mile down from the redhouse
in his heart he sings that song to her
in his heart he holds her in his arms
theres nothing that will stop us he says
theres nothing that will ever stand in our way
and his heart dances thru all the days with her
that he will love her
that they will share
there in the moonlight a mile down from the redhouse
singing a song in his heart for her
let him abide there forever
happy in the moment

i see dawn sneaking in the window
pull the blanket from my shoulder
shake off the chill
cough the sickhouse regret and
feel my lungs fill with  slow death
twelve days in july
but i keep dreamin of one night in febuary
a shopping cart and smiles
hope
i could use some
all the places i could have ended
did not see this one
alone in an empty broken room
an empty broken man
dont leave me here alone
in this moment

she lay in the grass
public park just before dawn
looking up at the stars fade
holding a small budda
rubbing the belly
smile on her face
but thoughts run deep and swift
with one finger she traces the edges of clouds
in her heart she paints masterpieces
she illustrates the world with a carefree hand
and is loved by all who behold
in her heart
the last sliver of moonlight is hers alone
on the road from the redhouse
an ambulance ride to saving
a quick journey to hope
on the road from the redhouse
she just wants to stay here where its safe
where nothing dangerous can get at her
in this moment of moonlight
happiness

twelve days in july
seem like years to me
where am i bound
will i make it
i just want that night
shopping carts and smiles
hope
just a glimmer of hope
intent on the time
know it travels close at hand
it reduces all my empires
to brittle shards
i worry the clock with glances
rubbing it worn edge with my eyes
all hangs in the balance
of its small noise motions
tick tick tick
Ma Cherie Jun 2016
"The smile on my face does not mean that everything is perfect...it means that I appreciate what I have and what God has blessed me with" - Unknown author

" Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one that gets burned." - Budda

" Love is Like the Wind you can't see it but you can feel it"

"Life is not separate from Death it just seems that way"- Blackfoot Native American
Random thoughts to share, when having coffee at a local stop this morning I saw the top quote under a glass and it reminded me that there is poetry everywhere.
Ima boffo buffoon tryna buff up my boons
But you know I'm a loon I'll deflate your ego balloon
I'll howl at the moon and pretend I'm someone new
Because your voodoo's got me hoodooed and I don't know what to do
My identity is constantly being renewed
tryna fit into the box of hardknocks
and punch some sense into my tune
because every time you pass me by I swoon
And everyday I'm feelin more like a goon

Your comradery is as fictitious as cartoons
I'm attuned to your thoughts but never immune
We commune with such intensity
Incessentantly
Feeling better than I can bare to be
Colliding the plate of our brains
We shoot out thoughts to accelerate the seismic waves
Sending the Earth to a fit of shivers
And the accolade of your presence cascades
Filling me up with a beautiful haze
But gloom consumes the room
when I resist the urge to importune

I search the dark nights for meaning
but the positions of the stars give little light to character and feelings
the sequence of animals coming to Budda's feast
Cannot tell me how to outline this beast
This recursion inversion has me wrapped in a cocoon
Harpoon me, spoon me, it all ends too soon
But my monkey men keep me feeling maroon
They are the calm in the eye of the typhoon
In my whirlwind of destructive desire
The fire in my volatile emotions is like war paint
Splattered across the canvas of my face
But I cannot hide behind the barricades
When your love for me is washed away

The rage possesses me in these dunes
The heat and wisdom of the desert is hard to impugn
But it dries up my mind and I dream of Neptune
I love getting lost at sea
but I'm drowning in this inability to ask
when I feel like I already know the answer
it's a self-fulfilling prophecy
That I blame on our intrinsic nature
to climb inside the stereotypes
live a life of comforting obliviousness
just as long as there's someone to share it with
but label me as you wish I will not label you
you have torn my heart in two
but I still love you
I’ve been so far in this deep blue sea
I couldn’t see the forest from the trees
All this time I’ve been avoiding the shackles and chains
Of predispositional pain
When it was a invitation for change
It resounds in my head
Evolve or be dead
I may not love myself yet
But loving you was my first step
Ryan Clark Sep 2016
A cold stare
into a broken mirror
a ghastly ghoul
leers unto me.
My heart rises,
tears fall,
the bed I've made
splinters to unseen fractures.

The beast grins with ax like teeth
destined to devour
a cherry rose flower
placed delicately
on soggy sheets.

The fear...
The regret...
Stand shallow in comparison
to an everlasting candle
faltering on its flame.
It cries for help
as more tears smother it.

     The man
            The beast
                   The Flower
dance to tunes of a scarred heart,
but from the budda belly of the beast
the heart sheds its skin;
the tune changes.
Only the man and rose remain.

My tears have turned to sap now
seeping slowly into the cracks,
mending the the mirror.
With a last glance
only I Remain.
Wrote this in one sitting and may come back to it. I've always been on the receiving in and never would have imagined hurting someone I love. Even small things hurt and pain is universal. Remaining silent or a little white lie, is a lie in the end and regardless of intentions a lie can cut deep, especially if it is someone who has opened their heart to you. If you truly care for the well being of someone you must choose your actions as closely as we poets choose our words.
1-14-13

Lights touched every corner of the place
Colors danced around
I tried to breathe but it was too much

Nature was a symphony before me
It screamed its name, wanting to make itself known
But I didn't hear it

I loved clear skies
I let them know they were worthy of adoration
They were something I could relate to

They enclosed our world
But were completely empty and unreachable

The skies seemed unreal
Did they know I was there?
I knew the world didn't

We needed the skies to live
I still didn't know my purpose
I found myself separated that day from my only friend
As I stood intimidated by its new skin

I wished that I could kiss the sky
Maybe it could be my lady luck, my Budda
But it was impossible...it being unreachable

How could nothingness turn into a butterfly?
And then, as it fluttered all around
I tried mimicking my new found interest

I never got bored of the pretty patterns
The way it gracefully moved
And then, I blinked, because it was gone

I was dead
How long had I been still?
My eyes were fixed on some point

Was it where the pefect creature had been seen last?
My marker read "Eros"
And I didn't remember anything about my life

My eyes were still watching the silent ripples
I was gasping for air, looking at my torn wings

Rain poured out of the heavens
At first, I braced myself for the cold, but changed my mind
I'd rather feel numb
I was blinded while warm drops fell on me
I was covered all over
But I kept sinking into the blackness

Pathos fell from above
The heavens were crying
I flickered my eyes open to watch the one who had always been watching out for me
And the earth remained silent as I entered hell
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2013
I probably might have said it,
Or maybe dream it
Seeing how years of anger has tarnish my self-image
My teenage age was happier, wild and care free
Now I see elderly  men and women
Lost within their minds

The signs were there
He rubs his head so frantically
His shuffling gait frustrates me so much to see him do this,
his perception of time and space
Seem to be fading
Frustration, anger, and fear build within
I looked at him and smile.

He said to me lady
“Where am I?
Do you know me?
I can’t seem to remember anything
All I can do for him
Is to keep him safe from harm
“Take your medication
Mr. Rivera”
Just take your med” sir!


When the mind is happy
We should rejoice
Eventually, the mind will fade
Into invisible dots
……………………




When the mind is pure, joy follows
Like a shadow that never leaves.
-Budda
Kewayne Wadley Aug 2017
My ideal love is a love that catches me by surprise.
The realization of intelligent things and conversations that literally take us anywhere.
My ideal love is a love that expresses ideal.
The ramifications that influence us to be who we really are in front of who we are.
A love that doesn't mind bargin shopping and putting together hundred dollar outfits that really cost $10.
The reality that its the most simplest of things that are most significant.
A spontaneous love that doesn't mind the predictability of living today before exploring the mystery of tomorrow.
Here after the after thought that we exist in the past as well as the present simultaneously.
If ever in need I'll do my best to provide all that I can for an ideal love.
Through these actions I believe the true miracle is achieved.
An ideal love that is beyond ideal.
Who sets the where and how we meet, the institutions of bliss where the masses are limited to love and longing.
To find patience and compassion sitting on the front lawn on the same institution.
As long as she provides a kiss that can send me outside of my own thoughts, and pull me closer to hers.
My ideal love wouldn't be based on a B.E.T movie.
A single expression that summarizes a scorned woman letting go.
A cliff note of lust soon as the next sceen fades to black.
Her ******* pulled down not knowing the dude is secretly abusive.
140 minutes gone by to realize the last 5 mins were the ones that made her truly happy.
The woes of love.
My ideal love is a woman built with ambition but with a heart big enough to understand that without sacrifice nothing is truly accomplished.
A culture made in truth, ripped off by those who ignore that struggle is what makes us who we are.
The courage to walk out in front and be who we really are.
A real woman that doesn't mind lounging around the house that knows whom Budda and Huey Newton was.
This revolution of ideal starts the moment I realize that I never stood a chance.
The surprise of her lips against my cheek.
I drink from this remedy each time you open your lips.
So in silence I gasp.
As you caught me off guard,
My ideal love
The muthaphukkaz always lurking
Lookin for wayz to **** and
Suckas wanna claim mass apeal
**** how the masses feel
Id rather come with the real
Fresh daytons on the 64 with the chrome trimmed steel
For real for real heads get peeled
Talking outta line
***** im from Htown where we climb
The ladder of success
Smokin that budda for the eternal bless
Inhale exhale from ya chest the best
To test the streets know me
As i manifest
Like pac did pack pistols like eazy did
Make em rollover like rock the kid
And you know how i go in and out of hoes
Haters get exposed friend of foes
So go on with that hating ****
Before ya end up in a casket
Dead ghetto ******* smoke a philly
So i can chill just givin up the real the real
The muthaphukkin realllll


Now that the smokes rising fires blazin
Hands in air as im raising
Nothing but hell in the atmosphere
True playa international to be exact
Sharp as a tact dont know how to act
Ever since my Ogs taught me how to polish the mack
Death waitin for innocent or fouls souls
No repent heaven inside of hells cells
Sound libertys bell unravel the veil
Truth comes foo cant hide from my tools
Make bodies drool and ooze
Blood ya lifes wasting away
**** what ya gotta say i dash away with the ak
It dont matter where it hits em
As long as the bullets get em
Im crazy funky serious with this poetry ****
I didnt wanna be a rebel
But the rebel found me when i was baby
So dont get mad if i get an urge to ****
Just give up the what the what
Tha real the real the muthaphukkin real
Mike Hauser Jan 2016
I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did

As it's awfully hard
To get used to this
Playing the old **** part
Like nobodies biz

All this growing up
Is mostly out to lunch
Will you pass the peas
Thank you very much

Growing bounds and leaps
Pretty as you please
What's in front, behind
And beside of me

With a wrinkle here
And a wrinkle there
Along with balding spots
In my graying hair

And a belly, Budda
Would be proud of
As I haven't missed
Too many times at lunch

With a memory
That's hard to find
As this wandering mind
Gets lost at times

If I had the chance
To do it all again
I'll show you where
If you tell me when

Cause I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did...
Gods1son May 2019
The heart of man acknowledges
that there is a superior entity
who is greater than him

That this figure is supreme
And must be revered
'cause this being has the abilities to

Provide for his needs
Protect him from harm or his enemies
Rescue him from his problems
Answer his unanswered questions

In a quest to connect to this paramount being
Man has found him/her/it in various things/creatures/names/ideas/spirits

Stone, Cow, Carved items, Jesus, Mohammed, Budda, God, Universe,
Moon, Stars, Sango, Satan
The list is endless...
Stu Harley Apr 2015
white snow
covered mountains
another path
for
the laughter of
Hindu Budda
Ken Pepiton Sep 2021
( I meant to paste the link, but it may all be here, ir there https://kenpepiton.com/?p=1291 it is an hour take, at time to spare)

Take the wish to be told and offer it
in storyland happiest
place we wish were was ifery wasifity real

that feeling early childhood film projected
sub-30fps
signals did not fit the bandwidth

at the time,
are any of us here, asked a cop,
he looked at me, said ohyer one o'those
and let us pass, Blue and I, a magic night
in story land allowed
where luck is not a factor, this is real,
mystics prayed this way, in scribbling
honest gnosis neosis snot tstoo til ever
curses,
foiled again.
Tin hats in the realm of watchers, hmmmm
elect-trick lady land in story land,
and exit,
if you will you may, here we have that rule.

Enjoy your time, all the attention you never
paid is how each idle words switches back
to we all know that
dummy. The Joy of {the idea enclosed} in what
you
thought fit there, the proto-noun-sound-suc
cess point. nada
point made.
and we know we know the game,
and we know it's not the same, this time
it is always the other way,
better next times, come to roost, with
an egg to lay
or a bone to pick, we hear
we know what giant steps lead to
from the spot
after when was thougnt.
right.
that thought to now, that fast in 2021.
Any kid can think it,
why didn't I?

Ah, Keds, the runfastsneakers past
in the cheap jaycee penny box, ah ha,
madjawink
think we steal the thought that brought
one of us,
once
this far, in total bliss, as life passes, nada
t'bitchabow budda doit any way
suffer,
let'emall sufferessot'be

fiction, trial run, it is a stream, gone steady,
in the old, meandering river shifting
fords from one place to another,
after the dams, I forgot, formative years
gears, scorned as folly,
golly
watch those would you look, I have seven
grandchildren, all who love, who has measure
to give that worth
to time and chance, give and take, make an oath

and, dam
that broke, who do we think we be, tv oath bound,
when you wish upon a star that is
Jiminy Cricket, listen, if you are a country kid being
test by the app on dad's phone,
grandpa calls who sees first, man or app…

John Henry, right, same page, new age.
Ambit by ambit
a little bit closer now… flex time,
look the game gate, it opened at 291000000
million, right. so if we re new, we know if we wer there
were, weird effects of maturing humans choosing stories
on a trail, my own twelve year old child,
lacked the father who is the narrator now

suddenly feel the white stripes are snow
cold as ice wake up drink water re think now then

--- facts of life only readers use, fishing tornado

blow my mind in time to see, twenty-twenty-one
fo'sho'

radioman, alive in the debitted digital experincepinch

are you awake in there?
You wanna come out, to play from om in we be
sin-cerely let go to be
as jappuyappyhappy as one wisht'be
first star
see, once that game really meant things
we can imagine like winning the lottery, then
seeing the end and changing it for the better
on purpose this time, the ancient war
comedy or tragedy,
for the drama post-arena, who shall bow
fore final curtain on this day
for all we may whished day was night. 2021.
this is that wish I wished. and it it is verified, by know you knewity,
And the entire thread owes a bit to the shapes of music where Thomas.W Case shares rolling rock, I had in bg during re whatevering all day
Who wanna test the thunder thoughts in a blunder
Spinnin' then spittin' nothing but Ritalin knock middle men guns recieving
Tell me who do you believe in living sin
No reincarnation just a destination playa hating
Ain't allowed well endowed girls had to a vow
On the prowl pride is too deep to hide slide
Right pass you then blast you nutty as a cashew
I thought you knew we coming with a premise
Murdering since the birth of genesis sticking this
Picture perfect you heard it from the best I guess
They wanna have a blazing feast eating ya chest
Let the maggots finish the rest forever blessed
Let the budda run through my veins easing strain
Coming to smoke ya pain ******* reigns
Leaving suckas like Frankie to Sosa rollercoaster
Hanging ya over the chopper break 'em off propper who could stop tha
brother with multiple triggers clothed in Hilfigers
I ******* you not make them bodies rot
Like a cemetery plot tears tied in a knot
Wiping ya snot As I gain my street stocks
Who wanna knock the biggest ****
Girls rocking them hips got me biting my lips
But I gotta watch them hips to close to the clips
Boomerang effects in a script innocence
No repents im heavenly scent hellish vents
No relief to a snitch he ain't gotta breath
Welcome to gangstas paradise where i breed
Laid my seed see how the earth feeds
Lyrical damnation eternally facing tracing
Paper try to stay in between the lines
Of good and evil but people souls see through
Like glass sequels see the hate that we do
Bruise crews extort like mob venues Italian
Dialect when the bullets inject no sweat
Wise guys keep all eyes on thee no surprise
Opened my mind just to glimpse the sunshine
But darkness loves to manifest happiness
Pain lives through stress inflictin' duress
Most people looking like Lazarus hazardous
Disastrous energy spreading monstrous
Feel the Ecclesiastes scholarship tactics
No need to pose watch a black rose roast
To mother nature's toes from coast 2 coast
Fillin' the glooms with a shot of an overdose !!!

— The End —