We have seen
and called for misunderstanding,
But I have seen our future children,
mulatto genearation,
Ticked off,
I am at our confusion,
Foggy like the farts of war,
The bullets continue to fly
even in silence,
From my brother's gun,
*** can you call youreself,
When you hold tight to the chains,
We must let loose,
We must see the sun and its morning fog
As the dew of renewal,
Because I have seen you witb oure
Mulatto children, and you looked at me,
I was a father.

You are precious.
You are beauty,
in the purest form.
Your heart skips no beat,
for a ballerina is rhythm.
She holds a head high,
and maybe it is all she has left,
because it is not her own.
You mustn't save them.
You mustn't save her.
For the possiblity,
in all the cruelty and confusion,
you are only able to keep youreself..
from slipping away.
One hand gripped.
Five fingers.
Four.
Three.
Two.
Shot down to one.
And you have vanished.

Peculiar from an adolescent frame of view
As through puberty ,
Independence .......your new addiction
No time for silly superstitious rituals
Games from the elderly played by fools
They believe they're grooming me
Proudly , awe full in dignity
Passing the torch and gifting me sacred
Tools of the trade ,
........painful decision to be made
Addictions in jeopardy
Should you sell out your vision
Bow down in submission
Buy into someone elses dream
Living in such lavish fantasy as an avatar
For these same ones who are
Living life anew vicariously through you
............
Sorry ........
But ..................
I know to you my refusal to accept what's been planned for me
Will more than likely bring down great expectations
Ya'll had for me
I realise for generations this is how its done in our family
To me its fate sealed with misery and what if's
Kissed by i wished i would haves until im married to death
The fact that you who say you love me would allow me
To drown slowly in a sea of complacency .
That .......you will now know is not my destiny.
And as the tears dry .
The wound that never healed
Rotted into a scar that infected the heart
Neither taking responsibility
Chasing your dream now too busy
It would be too awkward to try
and the years pass by like two lovers scorned
Passing in the night
As death takes away the ones .
Who somehow became the things
You couldn't find time for anymore
Who were once everything
And now who's knocking on your door
Nostalgia and and all those silly little rituals
Once
Simply unacceptable
Your  drug has become an albatross
You have long ago used up your
Mental floss
You would do things anyway they wanted now
Just to see thier face ,hold thier hand, or to hear their voice,
Independent now without a choice
Soon your sons and daughters will make decisions for you
That is , if they are not too busy to
Staring out your window at the rain
Theres a reflection of someone you dont want to know
You find youreself yearning for your family
And all of its traditions unfortunately
You have started youre own.
...............
Peculiar ritualistic habits from an obscured origin
Are there for a reason
It is our way to stay tethered to the fact that we
Are all alone on a giant stone and together
We are all  solemnly walking to face the unknown
Foolishly wasting our youth
The truth is that while we are still here
Who should scoff at you for what you do
Will surely find the grave before you.
And you look down at your nose at the less fortunate
Homeless broken hearted who got broken before they even got started
Well now look whos cool
Shame on you
Most of you are just one tragedy away from joining thier ranks wandering , babbling in disbelief that this one miraculous chance to experience life
Shattered by **** theft or death or whatever the case may be
Left to the cold bitter banquet of life
Laughed at beaten abused accused of being nuisance
While we deal with our silly whimsical complaints
("*** i hate this heat ,and then tomorrow its supposed to rain
Oh thats just great
Did you hear were paying our new quarterback 250 million a year
Why dont they take that money and give some food to the homeless
I would but i just got this 152 plasma tv. ..........aye!!!!
Its a smart tv.   ..........huh?)
Sullen they can only wait for death
weep silently .........................

Holding a pencil
"Stab her"

Holding a bottle
"Hit your head"

Using headphones
"Choke youreself"

These intrusive thoughts run around my head
These intrusive thoughts make me crazy
These. INTRUSIVRE THOUGHTS

I love the time spent away from you
My inhibitions engulfed
My organs move as if
Primping in anticipation of you
Bristling ...     .saturated in fantasy
Blushing in fever
Irrational im insane......... Unbridled
Tension............high.  
I cant wait im burning
Spontaneous the flames will surely consume me
the thoughts .obsesion
Attraction ....... .. ..........lust... our bodies clash we must not .....
Stop.    
We canot
STOP.........
WE MUST NOT STOP
THERE IS NO WAY TO STOP
WE GIVE IN LOCKED TOGETHER FOR AWHILE.......savor every titillating second surrender youreself to me
Commit every unquenchable
Unmentionable nasty unthinkable with me
Every detail things you have supressed .......confess them to me we are doing them
What ever perverse deeds you have been   quivering for but could never tell a soul and would never assk for
Bring it to light and i will unfold youre love and every thing we do
Is my desire to give or do or help do with you for you to you .to solo too mi amore my heart craves the entire sensuality of you its my intentions to highten and feel every sensation and emotion ****** immersion  that you could possibly ever want .
I am so.........into you.......