TELL TELL TELL
Me about the hell of sin
While I can
SMELL SMELL SMELL
The love-stink of your next of kin
I'll
BURN BURN BURN
My blood is made of gin
It drips down
Sticks to
Stains your chin
Lascivious and lurid is your predator grin
When with vicious curling rictus
You inflict this, you begin
DECIEVER ****** LEADER
My devout Sunday morning tweaker
Set us up in rows of pews
We sit and listen, you spout and spew
Don't presume us to be in virtue weaker
Than you, my fire and brimstone preacher.

Never imagined life to be so complicated,
Could somebody tell me what’s wrong and what’s right;
Hippocracy and fearlessness are the partners whom I haven’t dated
With an affair with them, sadness and guilt have taken their plight.

What do I do? Am so **** confused,
Am in grave need of an extra supportive soul;
So could somebody get me and my shadow fused?
To confront the challenges and reach my goal.

Wish I had a mind which could practically see things in black and white,
Never once halting to wonder why I did, the things which I did
But regretting is one of my mind’s hobbies, flooding my eyes in the darkness of the night
I want to gather myself and attain stability, am scared of a gradual mental breakdown as time slid.

I keep searching for the definition of my existence
Searching for the pieces which could help complete this puzzle,
But I wake up every morning, giving god the day’s attendance
Only to stay confused and put on a muzzle.

our skyline is hazed
and our system a maze
the streets are lined with
blood
and all you see is mud

you, political giants
billionaires in chairs
pretending like you care
when all you do is claim its "fair"
your lying to the poor
as they die on their kitchen floors

you are not above humanity
even in your mighty vacation house its insanity
who are you to say
that you are to pave the way:
you claim democracy
we see hippocracy

you cheat the poor
to get rich more
is it so hard for empathy
you arn't charged with a felony

your racism defines you
yet somehow they defy you
maybe as you bomb their land
and say you are here to save their band

look here, ******, can't you see
nothing is simply what i seems to be
how can you see fault in
when you can't even see past the color of skin

When you said you loved me only my left eye cried. When we together, my left side only knew love. When we were together my left side was the one you layed on. When you whispered your words of affection in my ear the left ear was always the receiver. When I was clinching your existence on a nightly basis my left arm was always on the bottom. Because my right arm was always the shield. The shield at night, the shield during the day, my shield for you, my sheild against you. The reason my right eye didn't cry too, because it's used to pain from you. My right side was both your offensive target and your defense mechanism . My right side knows what a knife in the back feels like because of your hippocracy and your hands. My right side knows things that my left side don't want to believe. Know how many times I use my right side as a bulletproof vest to danger, to the world, to you and then still be your soft side when she decided to take off the gloves. When you told me you loved me, my left side cried not because it loves you too, but for the first time it experienced pain. Pain that was only reserved for the right side. Pain that we both agreed that the left side shouldn't be exposed to like child watching their parents divorce. Unlike my right side, the left side's pain can't be healed with an ice pack, or aloe Vera, or even a good meal. When you told me you loved me was the day I became ambidextrous. The day my right and left side saw eye to eye.

Some won't live a lie,
then they won't say what
makes them not willing
To learn.
Living in a glass house
and throwing stones
hippocracy is the way
For some to let go and
Never be pushed around
Again.
Why would you
Look at one the way
The one looked at you?
Speak down to one
Just so they can see the
Superhero in your eyes.
You love to hear yourself talk
you smirk while you listen.
You're not listening at all.
So the controlling one,
You prove your frustration
And desperate need.
The more you force,
The less you're respected
And loved.
How will you ever learn
What is important in
Life?

No future for you...
Seldom have we seen, anything but us
Sigh's and slender hippocracy, even and due
To the sight of another reach and cease, of cause's loved

Living for the phantom, selling the now?
To quiet a mind seasoned with milk
Hopefully the taste, irony and background...
Of simplicity in motion, with pride to find, she'll

Truer by the rages we never, sew
Terror and further tows
Of redemptive calamity, in the mires we who
Taking the time for each, and guile in lows...

Of watery eye's with the alienation of distance
Time, to finalize a place for the gift's
Of veracity, means and love of guidance
The earth of our many, and the girth of witnessing, is

Please please me, the tilt of a building in the wishes
Which, fortitude, we made for the rest of composure
And the image of prowess, to a grief of need and issues
More than potato, of saccharine or austentatious, with here...