it is true
when we give our blood too much
we aid in disempowerment


1.
constant giving in love and providing can set unhealthy-precedent
and when it falters in its expected-rhythm
ugly-tantrums get thrown, bordering on disrespect


2.
demands kick in hard upon trod-floor of insidious-hooks
there's always a rider for the other party on tightrope-theatre
            some or other condition to feed the monster of excitement
            while health straddles some jarring regions
            in hostile-spitting strong enough to lance startling-injury
shoelaces dripped in hazard-oil over a generational-canyon
provides unwanted-fodder for establishing long-term *slippage



(no! you weren't raised this way.. where does this stem from?)
there has been no failure to show how humans act and speak
this is unacceptable)

oh............you want / you want / you want..... all.. the.. time
then kick up unholy-storms when there's a break in rhyme


get ye, lad.. go practise your ire on a field
                   go throw a stick on the prairie
                   go find your path, you're old enough
yer insolence plain *****!



(I could tell you .. you're rude.. go home,
but you already are!)


S T - 10 dec 13

I might be silent but my thoughts are loud,
I know you think down upon me for you are proud,
Proud to be the most popular person in this whole **** school,
I would rather be a witty fool,
Than be a self-less conceited person like you,
Who chases on the weak to prey on,
The one who gets joy from bringing others down,
Thing is your just like a clown,
You look nice and are funny that I know,
But many are afraid, for you're not the person you show,
Don't tell me twice, I already am aware,
I will never be one of you, I swear.

You're the one who walked by that homeless guy who once needed change,
You shrugged it off saying it wasn't any of your business nor any of your problem,
Never say your twisted tongue has never said something mean,
Nor ignored someone while you roll your eyes taunting,
Don't act like a smooth criminal because I see its your alter-ego,
You live each day so cold-blooded only to care for yourself,
You only obtain thick-skin when your are given authority,
Yet your a wimp amongst the majority,
You think not to stand beside that 'African-American',
You say it's because he is black he will steal your wallet,
******* racism that's what it is,
Your foolish stereotypical brain-washed mind,
Clear out your narrow minded thoughts,
He is from Nigeria worked hard and immigrated here,
But you wouldn't care to ask nor care to think otherwise,
Your ****** thought patterns will never change,
We are people and of all different colours,
From all the same ancestors,
Let us live together in once was peace and harmony,
Not commit acrimony.

The sparkle each day may come your way,
Experience something new everyday,
Don't limit yourself on the same things,
Do more of what you love, the more joy it'll bring,
Say sorry whenever you know something you've done is wrong,
Don't hold such pointless grudges for way too long,
Keep in your heart love for those dear to your heart,
Life is a canvas, and you are making art,
Making mistakes is part of learning,
Musn't let your self-anger continue burning,
Share with those who need it most,
That man on the street who has only had a piece of toast,
The little things in life,
No matter how many sorrows or fights,
Do not ask for a simple life, rather ask for the strength to endure a difficult one,
It matters what you've given to the world, the efforts you've done,
The lessons of life come from experiences,
and in the end it's a human being's brilliance.

She paints with her heart, not with her hand,
She expresses herself with every color on her canvas,
Aligned and planned out everything she has ever wanted,
Ready to go paint what she anticipated for so long,
She starts off with a clean white board,
and adds color wherever she goes,
Her smile can represent enough pleasure it gives her,
She sees the beauty of what she has made,

It starts off as a masterpiece, until she makes a mistake,
She wipes it, paints over and tries to make it go away,
She hates herself with each stroke she makes,
She mutters "What ******* I've made"

The color submerge just like water could,
The colors intertwine like roses would,
And in the end she knows that it all should have ended this way,
She says to herself *"It just another one of those days"