Slave to the name.
The priviledge child.

You attended the best school.
Might even had a chauffeur driving you there.
It could been any of the high price universities or prep schools.

You might wear some of the most expensive clothes.
Yes, you're priviledge.
This is the only world you know.
Many things you'll forever do in life is for show.

As a priviledged child you won't be offer the opportunity to grow.
You a slave to the name.

They on the estate of the family's grounds.
And upon the family's foundation.
And constantly mention in Forbes magazine.

But as a priviledge child, what had you achieved?

You will find someone to love.
And the odds are they will come from wealth.
Although some has married the family's help.
But rules were required of them too.
Things they can or can't do.

And friends that comes around.
Only stay around until your money is gone.
Then like others they soon say so long.

And they have known you as long as you've been a priviledged child.

Affairs will come to you.
They often seems to do when wealth is in your hand.
Money always attract others when they say it never played apart.
Many professed they were just following your the heart.

Divorce will soon hit you too.
Then this will spotlight the characteristics of you.
When your lawyers and you decides just how much to give.

Cause once love walks out the door.
In some cases the family's name.
Although you were the one to put it to shame.
It's your former spouse that you don't won't them to claim it.

After all, you was raised a priviledged child.
Born free.
Live wild.
These words are just a small example of a priviledged.........

our bodies are just vessels for our souls and
dorm rooms are not homes

just shelters we pay for

Numbing comfort bubbles (are),
tools of a privileged struggle,
like staring, lost, into the flames.
They keep me warm,
so; throw on the bodies, the trees,
it's all the same.



There's one flowing stream
that never dries up,
babbling drugs sports desire.
If I don't douse myself
from this stream, babbling bubbles,
I'll catch on fire.

But then, eventually,
we all burn on His pyre.
Cold comfort,
keeping others warm.

the cold had caused much restlessness
within our people's heart
the vengeful hand guiding their hate
would tear our lives apart.

the sun was setting on our reign
and night was closing in
worried visions peirced our sleep
and burrowed deep within.

the verdent hues of spring were near
but just beyond our reach
for on the ides they took us too
a land of snowy beasts

so there we stayed until the sun
rose dizzyingly high
and when the ****** snows did melt,
they brought us back to die

Imprisoned in a gilded cage
with summer drawing near
the revolutionists appraoched
injecting us with fear

we had our frozen dew drops royal
stitched around our waists
a final effort to release
our family from this fate

then when the moon was high at night
when evil things do crawl
they took us down below the house
lined up against a wall

their bullets pierced our fathers heart
murdered our brother too
and diamond corsets failed to stop
royal blood from running blue

it poured out over all the ground
the watchmaker had won
the royal lineage was dead
our priviledged lives undone

the vessels we had once possessed
endured the desecration
of acid baths and deep mine shafts
and burning mutilation

and so about two weeks inside
the seventh month, july
the last of russia's royalty
would bid their lives goodbye.

Bed sheets impregnated with her essence.
Towels dripping the sweetness of her skin.
Wild thoughts invading my subtle thinking.
Her scent still lingering in my senses and my soul.

A fleeting heartbeat was skipped the moment our eyes met.
All reality vanished as distance disappeared.
Poetry struck me as I chose my words carefully.
A smile was virtously drawn on her face when I held her hand.

The world conspired for us to meet then.
Not before. Not after.
Just at the right moment.
We pushed fate away as it pulled us back to its path.
We lost ourselves in each other in just the blink of an eye.

A voice so heavenly angels should be jealous.
A mind so priviledged she understands me whole.
Her eyes so pure and lively even diamonds are just stones.
Her sweet embrace so warm she could reignite the sun.

Love has been reinvented, and now it wears her name.
Beautiful turns ugly whenever she's around.
If perfection's bound to gods, then she must be a goddess,
and I'd worship only her for her blessings are all mine.

sometimes my brain doesn't work
quite the write way

the words twist on my tongue
and long for a pen
craving to been seen, to be heard

but

no one

wants

to hear

the

cries

of

innocence

dying

we turn our head and convince ourselves that *"everything will be okay"
we use this awful logic that maybe, just maybe, if we close our eyes that nothing is wrong
and when faced with the blunt truth everything is falling apart we become a nation of ignorance
spewing meaningless hate words such as "oppression" and "priviledged"
not even stopping for a moment to realize the

oh

my

God

who cares??

because while we fight about separation in our own country, people are being slaughtered without a thought in others
but as a nation of narcissistic bigots, each and every one of us, we clothe our eyes with rose-colored glasses
still yelling about being color blind

we

distract

ourselves

with petty "challenges"

as if

that could

fix

anything...

stop trying to look for something that soothes your guilty soul
and

wake

the

XXXX

up

take care in how you determine our countries future
i pray that you

actually

stop

and

THINK

*because no one wants to clean up the mess of a negligent party

Steaming thick creamy broth
long slim pasta noodles
freshly sliced spring onion
chopped cilantro and clives
bright juicy lime and
grounded fiery peppers

For being priviledged enough to eat
such wonders of blended cultures
and not mud cakes
or greasy fastfood
we are thankful.

Nine months is almost over and soon I'll see my child's face,hold him in my arms with GOD'S grace
Movements in my belly,it keeps me out of sleep or maybe it's a she,my little bo-peep
I am priviledged to have experienced this once again
the excitement,the fatigue,morning sickness
but defenitely not looking forward that excruciating pain!
I have five more dancing and playing,nagging,crying
oh but it's all worthwhile
I thank GOD for them,they are my life even though they sometimes drive me up the wall,the echo of their laughter in my dark days is the best reassurance of all
I might not be a perfect mother but i  guess GOD saw some good in me,to make me as fortunate as to send these angels down ,love ,joy, happiness  pure innocence and beauty,the best part of it all is when I hear the words''I LOVE YOU MOMMY''

Past Prejudices arise Again,
Feed a Feast of Fear to them
Prey upon their Greatest fears
And Raise a Fascist tide

Let Loose the Tide of Lies
Greased by Economic ties
Lubes the Rails of Ruin, And
Veils the Dawning of the Truth

Brave they Are, who have
Never seen the Rise of Battle
Willing to sacrifice, those who are...
as if to War, the Chaf and Chattel

The Leaders Lead us into Pens
To leash us to Ideologies in Need
To Insure the remaining 1 percent
That they can fulfill their greed

Glutting on the Middle class, and
Feast upon the Poor, to upraise
The Pile of Bones Before, Each
Fat and Wanton Priviledged Bore

For us a need, is all that we Possess
Feeling Lost, all in Due Process
Yet Voices can be Heard and Votes
It seems only to be  logical.....

WE CAN SLAY...the Necrological


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Once private priviledged and aloof
the Grange is now a public place
where children swing and slide and shine
flowers in their parents' eyes
where births and marriages and deaths
bare bones rest in Runcorn's archive.

Here people seek to right their wrongs
express their doubts and fears and views
it's here that ballots call the shots
for mayors and councillors and clerks
pursuing our priorities.

How gloriously awesome...
And priviledged to taste,
partake or waste!

How fragile like glas...
How fleeting like fire.....
How precious and short....

This beauty we call LIFE
Just one last breath...
One last thought....
One last beat....

One last touch...
Fragile like glass!!!

I never really understood depression until recently.
I always thought people where just babied when they were young,
Or they just cared too much about the subject,
Or they just didn't know the joy of knowing Jesus.

I would tell them to be happy.
I would list all kinds of reasons,
Like how lucky they were for this or that and so much more.

But now I understand.
My heart has been shattered and I know depression.
I know what it feels like to not be able to eat or sleep.
I know that nobody can say or do anything to help,
Except maybe the one you love.
Sometimes.

I know what its like to have a great family and friends,
But nobody to talk to.
I know what its like to be a priviledged individual,
But still feel empty.
I know what its like to have everything I need, plus more,
But it still isn't enough.

I finally understand what its like to be depressed and suicidal.
And it *****.
My heart goes out to everyone in the same position.
And I hope we can all get out of this whole.

And for those who don't understand depression,
Just know that its not your fault we can't be helped,
Because nothing helps.

We might seem ok,
Because that's the show that we put on everyday
So others won't know.

We just need you to be there for us.
Not to do anything except be there.

Once there was a man,
he cried while watching the dawn of the day.
He would rather stay in the shadow ,
awaiting for dusk.

In the nick of time
he worked hard to be backstage
he would not let his face shine
and he danced with life on his own

One bitter tragedy lied this same man in depression.

He didn't want to be the stagehand anymore
he stood tall
and auditioned for the main part.

Chances are he wins,but even if he not,
he will be priviledged to dwell on the dream:
Well,

Threading thru a tunnel of Light I transcend to a Higher Plane at Hyper-Speed.
I see at the end of the tunnel a World filled with a Grandiose Glamorous Beautifully designed Garden resembling The Garden Of Eden. I come to see my Ancestors here and people all over the World who have also come here to make this their permanent residence. They speak with honesty, act humble without blemish on this plane of existence Sin and Death are NO MORE. Then as I was speaking to a Resident of this Realm my whole vision slowly begins to dim and parts bits and pieces of my whole existencial essence from this plane begins to collapse...I then out of fear close my eyes for 10 seconds when I reopen my eyes I am perplexed I am standing in front of a Humongous Door with a Depiction of the face of the Demon King Lucifer. The door opens and I have no choice but to step in...inside I am beginning to become overwhelmed with feelings of anxiety, paranoia, extraordinary fear, and cold chills being conducted all over my body. Then as I stand there this place smells like a putrid smell of feces, ****, brimstone and sulphur. Demonic beings are tormenting the lost souls that roam day and night here forcing them to work moving huge boulders of rock, slowly burning their body parts, some demons would eat the lost souls slowly some lost souls where forced to fight each other till one of them is dead. Deep within the deeps of this infernal place was a section of it made a complete frozen wasteland. However as I roamed thru this place I noticed everything and everyone including the Demons where standing as if time itself had been frozen...I quickly traversed thru 9 circles of this hellish place...then I noticed that In my Left hand had the power to use Dark Energies and this meant that I held the power to destroy any energy with my Left hand not only that it could create Dark Hole that would swallow everything in it's path and as it consumed the plane of existence the entities there the lost souls it grew in size after about 25 seconds it would self destruct...
With my Right I could create Light Energy...making whatever I touched with it become clean pure and sanctified. However, I tried to see what would happen to a Demon if I touched it with my Right Hand and I did It became a Light Being then it evaporized to clean sand like dust being destroyed eternally.
So as I figured out I could combine my hands to create an opaque grayish like energy that made matter come to life so then I figured I shouldn't mess with anything because I held the power to create or destroy and I figured if this was just a dream which it was I could do anything so then I opened a portal using the blending energies and using my 3rd Eye I stepped in and it...
I realized I was woken up by a loud noise awake now I realized it was all a dream
I felt priviledged yet saddened that am just a Human being looking for someone to see
What I have seen or experienced within my dream world perhaps my imagination runs wild there it manifests itself with what can just be a dream am NOT God the Creator therefore it's me letting go of such idea that I came to earth to cause Armageddon...am just a mere speck of dust in the Multiverse. Here today gone tomorrow...