In this life ive seen people laugh, cry and get high
Only influence standing between the right and left side
Ive felt courage die
And made love lost
Turned such chaos into neccessities
When life isnt suppose to be about material things
Not doe, not hoes, win at all cost, or by any means
Because in time those ingredients bleed
And bore wounds deep
Six feet
Ive seen six eyed monsters creep into hearts still breathing
And transplant its last beats
And beats and beats
Until beats turn into stringed melody
Strangled cries of insanity
Breathing life of normality
Of sorrow bought on black markets
Of dreams tranished
It is love life has yet to witness
Life is a tragedy
Feeling the glass is half empty
We take hits harder than dome would deem pleasurable
When we are living a fable
We run dead end to locked walls holding back dreams
Somewhere we all bare witness to unbearable things
When life is a blessing turned more of a curse
We wonder if we should laugh, cry, or get high first

Malicious devour the void
Vacuum,
Stealthy figures roam
about wearily,
hungry mouths drooling
with Saliva,
Yearning for something
to Quell the hunger,
Squalor & Poverty lay
behind the City's
Glittering Facade,
like Myriad stars they
Quest for food & water
to Quench there thirst
& Hunger,
In squalid & Inhumane
conditions they're
left alone to
Fend for themselves,
those Opulent quibble
about their Crooked
toes & noses,
yet the Poor & Beggars
only seek Basic neccessities,
without Complain they
portray Factitious smiles
as they go about
there Daily Routines,
though Pauppers in
God they believe
unlike the Rich who
have Negated God.
Pursuit for success
is the Vital nexus
between them.
Through nefarious activities
like Peculate is how they
Acquire there wealth,
while the Poor wan't
Success through the
Clean-Way,
what a Mutty and
Contra-Society....

@miamizoliver