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**Back smile/smile Back ** With your heads way up your :]ssa[: You will never accomplish the win I got shots that will protect me from your rabid ways After you fell into a non-stop falling disease, Your movements weakened Straight from a dried up well, Every day you frolic in a disorder that causes more brain damage With progressive mental retardation You continue to lick the top of your cleft lips He is the saddest sadist human that ever lived! So sad he has to live with himself every night Kissing his young ones Goodnight In ways I can't even breathe to tell The way he follows rabbits down the bunny hole Killing each laughing hare Wiping smiles, leaning in, The madness in Alice's Wonderland Madder and Madder The Hatter Revealing Your boldness is nothing more than baldness A man in a monkey suit Molesting the minds of his idiotic circle, Trying to kill the joy, not knowing We don't care about his false Harvard WAY I rather stay here dropping out, than pretending Following his made-up perception, a cropped out waste His taste, my best copypaste, he jacked on A stench, they left behind when open mouths laugh He educates by attacking women better than his own Silently to the top of his knife, he stalks nakedly Removing a few poems he plagiarized His Poorness, brought many to donate to the salvation of his army Sadness Delivered by the Joy Killing Poet and his little pigs Cross My heart and hope to die!!! ~SKAT~
The sweetest sounds of burning trees A gentle stroking in the breeze The calm has lasted past the storm Cloudy visions, Satan's roar Too many sights have passed my way A time found only in the haze The softest screams are running bare My aching bones creak as I stare You walk a distance towards me The fall's eternal, can't you see? I'm a memory in your heart I whisper to you in the dark The battle's started at the end No one is coming to repent The sinners grab their wine from prey No judgment calling here to stay The sport is reckless to be told The one is laughing at his souls It falters nowhere to be sure The power grows forevermore Like a spirit in the wind I have no say in where you've been But cross the line to come to me And pay the price for ecstasy You walk a distance towards me The fall's eternal, can't you see? I'm a memory in your heart I whisper to you in the dark.
Tired of explaining (a twist from ND. poem) Ignoring the presence of my stillness== As you walk with bitterness== Your radiance is no longer true== A melody with seduction over due== The song so bad wiped out by you== Rotating my abdomen== From the soul== The worms inside== They all die== Under your control== Separating the way== Is as if though== All the beauty in the world== Up and lived== You are more than I need== Drowning in my own abyss== Judging you one== Right after the other== A hellish so profound== Revelations passed so suddenly== Expression of limbo, I replay== The revenge== The revoke== Suffer catting my oxygen== They illness== Then lifeless== They identify== Then disgust== Never play the sensitive== Feel my needs== Like the wound full of abscess== A sore to never go away== Yes like the illness== Then lifeless== Dropped addict== These shivers down my spine== Identify, escape, abuse of certain== Announcing it even more== Proof that I am found== Out of love== The mind finally receives== Revolution with open eyes== The heart is trapped to proceed== Cleverer than the open skies== Old sweat glands in my hand== Retiring the mind== The best of my heart has no stand== Died from your retrieving cries== Advancing to my knowledge== The darkness that you lend== DISCLOSURE== to== In the depth of your eyes == I run before you hypnotize== Oblivious to the Valley of your wits== Refusing to relive the song== Feeling that are gone== Never will it feel right== I still feel the rotation== Exhale went out your soul== Exiting far from sight== Revoke an end to your light== A kiss of death to your good night== A kiss of death to your good night== (To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)
A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.
I hate her. She isn't that ugly And she has enough friends, But i still hate her. I hate her. Her mind, Twisting thoughts into illusions. Illusions folding into reality, All to escape herself. I hate her. All of her problems She projects onto others In the vain hope That someone will wave their wand And save her From her fairytale nightmare. I hate her. All of her weird habits And sudden depression The way she cries about The smallest thing Cutting with her words. I hate her, This girl i see in the mirror.
I hate the fact that you've hurt me You've burdened me From the pits of Hell I scream in flames I hate the fact that you left me You scarred me In my rage I was blinded to your games Most of all, more than anything I hate it that I love you And you're everything I hate
H A T E ~I have no room to hide the only way is to die~ I hate this world I hate all it's made of I lost the love inside You are nothing but a joke, the way you came into my life. Why do you keep us from the truth God do you not love us Why do you insist on these bruises and wounds Do you not care about the pain and the scars Trick us with the vanity of the flower Shower us with the poorest rain My God where's your power Do I also have to die for his name Drown because of everyone else sin All I wanted was to believe in love Instead I opened a book of torment What did I do to you Why do I feel the battle is with me? how did i get raped with hate What happen to the wings Why do I feel as if we are all bait a world of no balance, I hate I retaliate on my own hate True love is a program even you deny I hate the hate you put upon this world A hate the look of poverty resent- IS ME! confusing the heart to feel nothing I can't bring my self to need you You never protected me when in need You left me suffering alone through the deepest sea the desert swallowed my dearest mirage you let me down, to many times I hate that i still talk to you the emotions are destroyed do you laugh at my beating pulse you created many Nations Meaning you gave hate to this world making us different in every race who else has a key of power to your master plan I m not blind no more I see things, the way he wants me to see with truth you hide from me I hate the way this world rotates I hate the flavor of it all I was told i was created by your hands Not Satan's evil ways God I hate the world you made Why rest us in a place of love S.K.A.T.
I'm lost hurt and angry Why did you take his life I want, No I need to know Tell me, Tell me why I deserve to know Haven't you done enough to him What'd he ever do to you He suffered his whole life Suffered more than anyone deserved Tell me, Tell me why you did it I have a right to know Why'd you let him born to them Born to worthless parents Parents who didn't care They threw him away like garbage Pawned him off on someone else Tell me, Tell me why Explain how you could do that You gave him Polio You let others treat him like disease You took away the full use of his legs You warped his hand and foot Tell me, Explain to me why I deserve to know You let others think he was crazy You let it go on for over year You didn't stop it, Why Tell me, Give me your reason Answer me God, Help me to understand You go and make matters worse You gave him Cancer You didn't give him a chance to fight back You just jerked him away from us Tell me, Tell me how How you could be so cruel How can others not question you When others do it, It's murder But when it's by your hand It's your will, Their fate Tell me, What makes you so different Your no better than the demons knocking at the door You heard me beg and plead You know I'm not afraid to die I was willing to carry it all for him I was willing to take my Daddy's place You didn't even let me say Goodbye Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place Answer me God, you owe me that much Spiritual
You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I'm willing to take You have my word; I'll give you my breath It's like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I'll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I'll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you'll arise Please don't look back, coz I'm fighting still I'm hurting so much! Don't want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I'm bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.
I Don't Hate America I like the country I live in That doesn't mean I have to sing their songs to prove that sh@!. That doesn't mean that I can just can't get over the fact that they murdered the people who built it America was dedicated to a proposition that "all men are created equal, except for women, indians and blacks The white men were just fine is what we were told but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD? The ones that were thrown overboard and those who died from sickness while in transport Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left and people like Thomas Jefferson He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged, All while screaming "Nigger" What's your new name? Oh how soon do we forget… That's why I despise that word and I don't care who it is that uses it #u$k that slavery sh@! And #u$k that flag b@%ch! #u$k you America because you've always made things hard . So don't look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see I don't' hate America I can be and do and go as I please But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis Please! I remember the natives of this land They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land I remember the Civil War where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives I don't hate America This is my home But I refuse to let the things that my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten It's 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote It's the same shit, but now they just don't use the noose to choke the life out of souls I'm so tired of the constitution and it's loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws This just proves that man can't govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper I don't hate America I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance I pledge my allegiance to God and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans
A sweet flower's funeral displayed in the cold months of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers. A sweet flower burned away, dried up; buried six feet under. Oh, my sweet flower, how you once bloomed with no remorse, like a madman blooming with beauty and a glorious halo over your head shinned with such power and blinding glory. Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now, resting in peace in the land of paradise. Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face, of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces. I can hear your crying out to be free. Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood, boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your sweet and ever glorious beauty. What I would give away, if I could be with you one last night, one last night together to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume that brings back sweet memories of you and I. What I would do to be with you, such romance travels through my heart in the highways of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me, and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust. My love for you, my sweet flower, is still ingering through the air, as I travel and look upon a tombstone which shows your beautiful name. Come to me my dear flower, when spring comes, come to me my dear, sweet flower. And bloom once again, twice as large as last year, and ten times more beautiful then last year. Come to me in the first months of spring in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you. I miss you already, and my heart crys, my eyes flood with tears of sorrow. I miss our love we shared. Long walks, cosy talks, warm cuddling embraces and beautiful displayed in a picture frame. Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane. That is all that keeps me company, that and the rose you gave to me and a picture of you and me. Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit and play a game of chess with us, we all play our game, my love. I shall go tonight in my sleepy slumber and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other. My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise, but never forgotten my sweet flower. -10/6/2013-
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me. trying to curve my own route. but route 66 keeps finding its way to me. ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me. even when i reflect to my lowest points i dont regret any of the choices That I've deployed in my era A lot of it by error, but hey We live in hell conditions and there ain't no air condition Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines But when hindsight twenty twenty hits You'll begin to understand life's a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it An you'll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it Situations it's what got me here, it's what got us here Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and Guess what happened next She opened up heaven's gate And just before late I slipped out Simply put I'm a Grown ass man Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine In doin what he drools over But time after time Something decides to creep up and cover the light Lost my way Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way But in the in between time, that in the mean time Spent a lot of time Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off Don't need Don Perion to sip off Already had my way with the bottle Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle That's just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets. Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball Eventually times gonna make you fall Fall And I as I pull myself together I don't wanna end up like the twin towers rubble I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend But all that's irrelevant now because i live with a different perspective now there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
To lose someone you love.... Its like trying to live violently among the peaceful people who are dying To lose someone you love.... Its like Im living in lies with laughter and happiness while Im truthfully sitting in anger and pain while crying Im grounded in shame yet Im still airborn with death together we flying Its hurts when one dies past groundshaken proximity under the hate but sent with earthshattering love above where we live to die yet we are born to survive where we bred to learn to get past all the ones we have lost with hate because ITS REALLY HURTS TO LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE.
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view I can see your blood boiling through the blades I once called eyes, they were once beautiful like jewels now they hurt my deep insides. cutting at my guts and like a noose on my lungs; your words seek like bullets your mouth like sniper guns. I'm hit with each inaccuracy… Being killed by words untrue; and you even got the nerve to tell me what you think I do. But let me get mad and try to plead my case; then suddenly the world is a f--ked up place. You got tears running down… What the Hell did I do? We were just sitting and laughing I could swear that we were cool. Oh God… Oh no…; I should have seen it… It's Aunt Floe…, This battle can't be won or reasoned I think its best I go. Cause I hate Aunt Floe and she hate me too; she sit and talk sh-t about the gum I chew. The color of my shirt…, She say my look is a stair; She say my best has no worth And she doesn't stop there. I didn't change I've been the same these 28 days, but now I'm f_ckin A__hole Aunt Floe gave me that name. She said get out my face This aint your home no more, But I'm more puzzled by What was said before. I love you With her glossy eyes I knew it was true, But horribly sly You see these words make me the fool. The one that's cruel That a__hole dude, That sparked the fuel To this f__kin feud. But I swear to God I didn't start this sh_t, Why would I give up my love To live my life like in a pit. This is horrible sh_t Wasted days spent, On nothing but the worst I could be bathed in your sent. You could be laughing While I'm smiling But Aunt Floe Won't let this be, And the only way to make this right Is hold my tongue a week. And that ain't gone happen I'm a person too, Not soft But I got feelins and don't know what to do. Now its been six days Unbelievable rage, She locked herself In the room I call it her cage. I smell a sent in the air It wasn't there before, Now lookin down the hall I see an open door. Is this a trap I'll guess I'll see, If I fall for another You know that's dumb ass me. Curled in the bed I think I know that girl, But where's the hells Aunt Floe The one that f__ked my world. She packed up and gone Didn't even say good bye, Just came wit gang of bullsh_t And vanished in the sky. Is that you my dear Can you please come here, Listen close and crystal clear… I hate Aunt Floe Next time she here Make sure I'm stocked with weed and beer. I love you punk. ?
I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard
Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ When Im not myself you set me free/ Im behind the lock and you got the key/ Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/ Without you I could have never planted my seed/ I hate to say it but you make me better/ You know I love you even without this letter/ When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/ I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/ I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/ Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/ my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........
A single kiss from thy lovely lips, so sweet and so divine, yet I taste posion upon your tongue. Your beauty so glorious, like a blooming rose so beautiful, yet, why do mine eyes go blind in the sight that you walk along with another? Yes you, walk with another, arm under arm, lips touching lips in romantic kisses, it makes my blood boil, for mine lips are dry. For mine eyes have seen your glory, yet no one here listens to my story. You are evil, yes you are, don't try to deny, Listen to a man of experience, you might as well save some expense. I write of our long romantic walks we took together, under the shade of olive trees, how we went apple picking in autumn time, and made love in the foyer. Nomore of that sweet and passionate love, nomore silent kisses in the night, when the wind blows hard against the branches, that tape violently on my windowpane. Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick, and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal. Betrayal now is a game played by a fool, such as I, to think I'd have a happy life with you? Huh, only a fool would think such a thing, but now I sit, looking at the foyer, where we once made sweet, passionate love, nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure. Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure. I've done my job, as a good man shall do, now pack your things and get of my stage, the spotlight yawns for anew, and the audience grows tired and restless of you. Now I live life anew, you too shall see life in new eyes, walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil you call your own. Shall he take one kiss from your lips, and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue, shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty? He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags, and cheap makeup, and then he will come to me, and shake my hand in condolence and say, "You were right!" Now you are all alone, looking for another, as you did many times before, Now you are alone, walking an open road, spying on another, fear of being alone. Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions, don't try it, because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.
stupid from stupid tarot read child and people the fool in the world
I tried to write about love but I haven't felt it. I tried to write about the sea but I've never seen it. Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. I tried to write about magic but I never believed it. I couldn't write about god, all I have ever done is sinned. And when I tried to write about life I found, I have never really lived.
I was his friend from the first time he opened his eyes I taught his his first words We took our first steps together his first and my second time around learning to walk you see for me he was my whole world I flip my truck three times when I was just two months pregnant with him you see I spent seven months in bed getting him here and then another year in a wheelchair being push by me with him in my lap cause I wouldn't let anybody take him from me I fought tooth and nail to walk so nobody could claim me unfit I change my baby, bathed him,fed him and god bless him too and he grew He weighted in at 30 lb. and 30" when he turn about 2 so I knew God was in the house This child was special he was god's child on loan from god he knew so much about the bible we took him to the lords house everywhere if it was at the fort mims reenacnmet he knew what the preacher left out but I didn't As he grew about 12 yrs. something happen and I don't know why but he told me mommy I don't love you anymore I have tried to be his friend he won't let me in I cry at night I wish I knew what happen to us I know I got brain cancer and had brain surgery but I had not fully recovered And unless thats what cause this rejection of me I hope it isn't because he can't deal with loosing me He is 26 yrs. old and I lost him many years ago
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear, Padding claws, death in white Sorrow in recurring nightmare Instinct's test; fight or flight? Camouflage against the fence, A challenge; my subconscious fear Ominous slowly moving silence, "Let me in, there's a bear out here!"
Rage fills my brain As these fists come up Regrets visualize Suicide some Anger overtakes my body Evil complicates Goodness fades Waking the death Upon these grounds I bring back those Who once stood around Knifing your gut Slicing your skin Opening cuts Bastard sin Evil communicates I stand by Listening Waiting As you die Last moments of breath Last moments on Earth Find your way out of step Daggering threat I visualize Your sacrifice For your kindness Angers me
As the sun sets and the twilight comes out, as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight. As the whores and pimps sit on street corners, waiting for street lights to turn from green to red. As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down. I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness, of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways, I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement. I feel the faint cries of whores, I hear the sound of backhand hitting face and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere. And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases, and white motel bedsheets run red with blood and cheap Italian wine. And you can her the poet over the radio, reading his own work for the one millionth time and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die. He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell, the pimp nowhere to be found, with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut. And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement, the floors of a jail cell, tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage. Tears never present, but are seen by many, pain aches and pain takes away, and I pour one more drink for the whore. She takes me away, and I caught her salty, somber tear, and she crawled into my warm embrace. I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp, who broke her nose and made her bleed, with a cowardess and souless backhand. I walk into the moonlight, hearing the somber tears all around me, crash violently to the concrete pavement. The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears, that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children, but we all look at ourselves and smile. Happy we don't pay rent, happy we don't have cancer, happy we aren't six feet under; But we still all cry, Why? Somber tears all fall in one big wave crashing violently on the concrete pavement. Now the red light turns green, and the traffic moves along, the whore is still at her corner, the pimp still with the blade in his gut.
Depression 3 o'clock in the morning… The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall, The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played With a hint of sadness in tone. Sounds of whores and pimps arguing; "Where is the money, you whore?!" "I don't have the money!" A sound of a slap to the face A big hand crushing bone, Blood everywhere Red streaks on white walls. The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets, Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets Sirens wailing, crying out! A child, six years old Crying, "Momma! Momma!" Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the Crack pipe. Rest In Peace. A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many, And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence. "Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over." Then the darkness sails over And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens, But no one weeps, Not a single soul… -10/2/13-
no doubt sympathetic poured in exceeding a ton sans the reverberations from the supposed terroristic act doth stun although neither a native bostonian son nor one who opts to run my track record racks up with any manner of pun yet only tears for deadly explosions and incalculable loss of limb it less life barring none when cataclysmic dynamic explosions occurred around 3:00 p.m. on mon day april 15th, 2013 with inexplicable psychic piercing pain punctured as with countless gun near bunker hill where american revolution bred battles for freedom bought brandished weapons from colonial americans feverish cry for independence caught with blood, sweat and tears of lexington and concord fought with nada one justifiable reason and now motive sought but...when perpetrator identified justice will be taught adhering the state motto "By the sword we seek peace, but peace only under liberty" for religious or those of secular beliefs whose lives rent asunder with grievous heartbreak wrought despite the race, religion or creed of those mortally hurt and/or killed, i feel such heinous deed only the mindset of a live googly eyed yahoo doth feed with relish the innocent lives forever he/she now gloating with glee as a miser with greed at what august athletes (suffering les miserable's) lack any wherewithal to heed for who could foresee where a twisted mind or two would lead ambitious disciplined bodies would so suddenly need triage with others on the sidelines to plead for desperate intervention with utmost speed heard by ordinary folk now cast as heroes bursting forth like a hardy weed.
the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.
A risky side A twisted mind He's a man with sorrow He's a man on his own I know your secrets I see you losing control I want you back Oh I want you back home *Chorus*: To kill your sore To purify your soul But not a glimmer of hope And not a glimmer of joy You walk with a frozen heart Making it hard for me To leave you alone Your nonsensical twist Makes me shiver inside The more mysterious he gets The more attractive it gets Chorus: But not a glimmer of hope Not a glimmer of joy (2x) Your fatal deadly thoughts Make me scream for more I can never show, how much my love For you was strong But you're the one I blame I'm craving on saving you So I can slay you on my own I try to forget, But I find myself with regrets You looked at me and said it straight With no circles to spin Baby turning the page, Will lead us nowhere... But not a glimmer of hope Nor a glimmer of joy I know your secrets I see losing control You're the one I blame You're the one I crave. **please feel free to correct and comment! :) ** MS-
Hate is demonic Hate is the war against love The foundation of the act of war Is hate When one hate Is mind is demonic As his act is evil All from hate Oh let live spiritual For in spirituality is the Art of love Hate is demonic Love and hate Are like two ways To life If you need a reason Why choice exist in life Here you have an answer And here I could understand When one chose one of This ways he live to war with The other Even when you live with love You still will hate evil For evil is of hate as hate is demonic Oh let live spiritual For in spirituality Is the art of love Hate is demonic In the heart of a man Covered with hate You hear demon Speak as he speak You see demon Clearly as his acts Are full of evil While he show hate To love Demon is produce from An evil force that is not Of love Demons live among us For one that fails to love Hate as Hate is demonic Oh let live spiritual For in spirituality Is the art of love
Maelstrom, O thou devil Slither past last March then unto April Into the eves and ides of May Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try To disguise thy age old blackness Forsake what once were brighter skies Stranglehold; sane extraction And the spills of night A new tone deafness Burning oil; sentiment molasses Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile Spheres of moonlit halos Become, no more than serpent spies Peeking through faultlines of life Dancing about to the madness limbo One lost soul... Shipwrecks against a sea And there too does the twist of tango Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition Into glass windows Blood stains upon a faceless mask Drowns out the cries and the conscience Of feathers blacker that lie strewn Are the questions I have asked And the answers I cannot have Let slip feigned breath of man beneath A gargle from the cold tunnel brine What's left surrenders alter to its evil And nothing is, to evermore survive And the eves and ides of May Are Saran gas upon a mass of land Men of desparation hunger Eating flesh of man much meeker And thou wilst not again Glimpse thy rival sun Nor when it comes, goes Or finality, when it finds its done Inspired by the madness of Poe That which is locked within us all
When a man cries himself to sleep, it is a sad sight to see, tears roll off his cheek and onto his bed sheets and pillow case. When you hear his somber cries, you can feel his pain when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear. No one knows what they do to a man when they play with his emotions, lead him on, take advantage of him. They don't know what they do to an innocent man looking for love. They break his heart that is full of love, they stab him in the back when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment they laugh at him, and tease him, Do they know what they do to a man? They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips, they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart. They drive a man to his bed, with tears running down his face and force him to dream of nightmares. When a man cries himself to sleep, it is that saddest thing to see. Goodnight and sweet dreams...
Cry to your mother as she is the only one That will listen to your tears of how things are run How can we expect to move on When we live in the past of how it was done Get over it my friend before it resorts to guns Your ignorance of living in the past Is what is killing your son How can you expect the next generation to let go If you hold on, be a bigger man so now show Stop blaming our ancestors actions on us If it were up to me I would rewrite history with lust And have it shift so we can all be free But this is not a land of cotton candy We cant eat the houses made from sugar But I can save the world from your blind hatred towards her So stop being a bigot when saying "release me" When you have not released yourself from history Every race and religion has served their time To the dictators and rulers of insane prime We have all died and were punished for a crime That we did not commit just based on our backround So again stop spreading more hate based on this We are all brothers in retrospect when you remove your hiss For a snake is what you are untl you realize your bliss I feel sorry for you you blind f$ck, the bus you just missed Was the one towards freedom but your to busy Weaving your own dismiss............ Stupid reverse racist bastard, cry me a river....... Dont raise your child to hate me cause of my ancestors actions What you are doing is the reverse of the factions Put it place in this land of free But I am sure with your bigotry you disagree Cry me a river....... Then drown in it.......
Death, it is a sad way to go, to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best While faces surround you with tears breaking the barriers of their emotions tearing their hearts apart, looking down upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life. Death, it is a sad way to go. People hurry, say their goodbyes, but when your alive, they never come around, they never call, they never even think of you and how you are feeling. While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face, nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip burns a hole in my soul and heart; but I keep on walking and smiling. I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather, Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul. Then as you lay their in your casket with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips) they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes and they all shed tears and says good things. Too late for that don't you think? Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get, when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama and careless people in your life. After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes, After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten, nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company and my new friends, who sleep along next to me. Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls. Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them, now they are gone, I am gone. How do you feel, now that I am gone? Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.
BURN AWAY We have all lost our way To see starlight gazers And men with broken hearts, Seeking love in all of the wrong places; Vacant lots, where women all looking for something, But not quite knowing what they look for. We have all lost our way. The only hope of humanity Is the shining sun That breaks through the blinds of my window, And the faint memory of me and her Lying on our backs in a grassy meadow, Holding hands Looked up and counted stars. Cities burn away, Sky, stars, moon, sun all burn away; The grassy meadow Where we once lay, all burns away Everything burns away, Memory and desire and love all burn away With the snap of a finger, and a new man In her own life, And I burn away. A picture of her hung high and praised, A picture of me, in a dark box That collects dust, in some lonesome And dusty, cobweb infested attic. And I burn away with a new day. I burn away. A nightmare that I can't awake from, It is endless and repeats When thoughts of her are all over my mind, I cannot take such nightmarish reality Too see her and smile, And she walks away without a trace Of ever returning. And I cry, And I burn away, The tears wash the fire away, And turn me to ash, The wind picks me up and takes me away. And for one peaceful moment, I do not cry, I do not burn away. For a moment I am happy And I smile, And go away for a while And let them all sleep in peace. -10/2/2013-
Fade away To them on the hills of power Like it or not We are the wall The people is The voice of god We are the pen You penned by your greed With your cheat Like it or not We are the wall That ball you throw Will fall back to you For you now don't see Not even feel As the lives so many are Worthless So you will fade away Like it or not We are tired of suffering Like it or not We are the wall you Can't dear cross We are the voice That wipe your ass For your existence Will always like the smoke Your create with your wars Fade away Like it or not We are the wall Lies and power your biggest dream Oh man that can't save you Believe it or not We are the wall That will finally fall On you Then you will exist no more As your legacy so sow The memory of you Will be our victory Just as finally you will Fade away
When someone you love, is friends with someone you hate. They break your trust, They hurt you, They stab you in the back. They want to forget about you, Because they're fed up of you, They ignore you by, Just walking away. Parents are like that, One minute they're fighting for you, Then the next they're against you. Don't you hate when that happens? First they love you, with all their heart, Then after a few minor mistakes, They start to hate you. Aren't they supposed to always love you? No matter what you do? Nope, some do, But the majority doesn't, Parents are biased, to either their youngest child, or the people that is, outside in society. They care more, about fame and fortune than the fate and destinies, of the children they have. There is too much hurt, In this small world, if only we could, get rid of it. xxx
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold
before many of us chose to walk on a sanctified journey in life we were always frustrated, discombobulated and looking for a fight the kind of fight that was fueled by jealousy, pettiness, anger and/or greed but now as disciples of Christ we fight for honor, a cause or a need no longer do we fight using profanity, knives, fists or guns we now fight with weapons that are spiritual ones we no longer look for excuses not to get involved with a cause we no longer allow the hopeless opinions of others to make us stop and pause if you can't help just don't hinder and don't hurt those who are ready to fight get out of the way and allow God's people to do what is good and right when those of us who share a common pain are more than willing to lend a hand that's when you encounter the haters who will try to impede your plans hate is that emotion that everyone has experienced at least once in life hate is a demonic spirit that does nothing but cause havoc and strife hate is within each of us but we all don't let it manifest for as true children of the most high God we know that we are blessed hate comes from that inner fear caused by not being in the know but you can't allow fear to turn into hate just let the God in you now show for fear can paralyze, it can traumatize, fear can make you become paranoid fear can make you ill, it can take away your will and make you null and void we know that as disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ everyday we are in the fight of our lives as the devil will try to intercede and give you a short term loss of memory so make sure you pray everyday to be reminded of the God who gave life to thee for God can take that hate and turn it into kindness God can take that fear and render it spineless God gave you the power to fight for what you believe God gave you the ability to fight for what you can achieve so are you ready to fight in order to be set free? are you ready to fight for a cause and your family? Nehemiah and his men attempted to rebuild those torn down walls when the haters came around hoping they would stumble and fall but the Spirit revealed to them what the haters had planned so Nehemiah and his men were ready and prepared to take their stand they were ready to fight to protect and defend those walls they were ready to fight so that their work would not be stalled ready to fight, ready to fight for righteous cause no time to ponder, nor procrastinate and no time to stop and pause
all man are born equal Its how god wants us to be and live in peace and harmony for the goodness of humanity Adam and eve are our parents And we are their children So why are their so many wars That seem to have no end We know there're only one god And he loves all of us and yes we see people suffering but in god works we have to trust we see the holocaust in Europe the genocides in Africa the inhumane captivity of Palestine and mass murders in south America and although our tears falls like the rain from the skies every time we see bombs falls and parents holds their dead and cries how did this world become so why do people hate each other if Adam and eve is our parents are you not sister and I'm your brother today I'm preparing for thanks giving last week I celebrated dewali then will come seven nights of Hanukkah the same time I light my Christmas tree then for holy month Ramadan I keep fast for all most everyday And give donations to the mosque For the poor who comes to pray Will our world ever change Its what we hear all the time When its full of hypocrites governments Committing Genocides and hate crimes But we all are so helpless While we stands aside and look But it's the prophesies being fulfill That is written in the holy book But these things will come to past Children having children False prophets using Jesus name Men marrying men people flying like birds in the sky weapons of mass destructions man bringing this world on the brink of annihilations some times I feel to stop writing and close my eyes to what's around me but then I think of those without voice that world forgets so easily so if I throw away my pens Comes like I turn my back their problems Although I cant lead them out the dark I can shed some light on them
In this world of live do God give or do God spend. In god we trust your money make your life bless for best. Pay why when die heaven give no money life. Said of game now dont take da words an miss name da fame. smh. Cause this world is vein, so i bleed outside to water my mainstream of heart filled out the box of art. A gift is but live so a gift is what give. Present I wake no mistake to my take of day, now I play a one way ticket of gold with sweet palace like chocolate for da kids an family. Can't stand it, well dat make manish no planish; know how to stand it. Nerves get on some badish. Then handle all debts publick an private no childish just so wildish. Judge me not 4 i break only da law of da land with out a sight of the man. Then I walk out this cell knowing every step I take is hell to heaven. amen
DONJOURN WORLD Help me for i want to know Although to know for me is to be free But not by all men, but by my freedom I have been lying in this gutter world Wondering why i cannot get up Perhaps fight my way to the freedom land Where i see all men work and walk in pleasure Yet the more i see all men walk pleasurably on the land I hate the morning that raise me down through the donjourn land Early that morning i found out That inside this donjourn is where most people in our world belongs Funny enough is it in cry As i found out that we have the same believe, share faith, one same blame It is their fault; they are responsible for the big world in the gutter I know that during the beginning there was no gutter Infact, the world indeed was built without shallow pit And ground of merciless abode as ours Yet for men to be happy and share wickedness They built this absurd kingdom Every time i see one in the land kingdom and beg for their help They have a recitation that made me believe That their world is a world of same slogan, one belief How did you manage to end up here Find your way up, i have a lot on my hand Yet the hand seems free, less occupy i swear Although, it is a question and a little confusing answer But sure painful, also a heart sincere message A rather two edge sword Our kingdom always dash the pains away With the normal consolation word I know they will all deny the charge That we happen to exist here does not mean that we will end up here One day i know by our complain and the God that put us here By our side, we will at the end of the day join the land mob But the space of time and what they are doing And the endurance of the complain in them Made me hate them by their will In them i see much difference from me Their will and my will, their see and my see Have a lot of gap than our appearance In theirs', there is no way In mine, there are ways But i only want to find out the time And if possible know how to break quick To become the lord and king in the land kingdom Early word by the land kingdom friend Made me know that i hold my freedom I was once like you but i never believe what you people says And that is what led me to the land kingdom I always think more than the land kingdom One more mystery that no one knows I think like the God that created all kingdom
Take my hand victims of hate don't be afraid I'll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don't let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you're unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the "week" I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you
Confiscate the blood shade What map in world is your interest How its divided borders of hate to bring a meal its own people Spring Rise or Nuke evils or grater dear friend state Are they our priority to put the hot meal in family table In middle all paying high price and no clue at all Denounce hate born to dead we're all peaceful Once please more focus the people its own land.
I'm of to my journey, Knowing that the world will not show me mercy. These witches wanting to curse me, These demons wanting to control me, And this devil wanting to kill me. This is a war I have to battle without an army. No weapons, no supplies, Just the skills that God gave me. I been through things that should drive me crazy. I don't let it fade me, I don't let it make me, I made it hate me. Don't be shady, Don't hate me because you think I'm badly. I could of been worse, So be happy. That I'm not smoking, drinking, killing, stealing, or raping. I'm just killing myself every time I wake up. It's my journey not yours so SHUT UP-Mario Perez .
barbwire fingers and razor blade kisses i touch you're face and kiss you're neck its never more then once for fear that you will leave and never be seen again. when you found me i was whole and you hollowed me out now a shell i can't be with out you i was there standing and we danced to the wrist-cutter fun land ,you took me to the hustlers hide out and we watched the masses you saw your self and we left to the sounds of a nation dying under your curse i am the one who ignited the enlighten to be all they could be in a world of self hate and when the rum spilled you found it was not your own I'm your toy and your my pet now we watch the world burn and the cities fall to giant shadows full of hate and fear when you find what i found you will be the next victim of your own hand you have no choice but i don't want to let you go and you leave and its just me now i have you next to me i wish i could see what will happen next but you are leaving now and there you are catching a bus to the next lost soul in a hideout no one can find even for the first time you find you shell and you refill it to the beat of body hitting the wall is you mind you're doing it right in my eyes you see what it really is and you find what he was looking for and never told him he's still looking and i have seen what you wanted no I'm yours and i don't want it any other way ........... john comstock
God gave me you, was are song. I wonder what I did wrong. I wish our relation would of last forever long. It's hard to act like nothing is wrong and hard to act strong. I hate what are friendship has become. I hate the guy I have become. Or became. Without you I'm not the same. I didn't know someone missing in my life, make my life change. I think about you and when I pray it's hard to not say your name. I can't stand this pain. It's killing me and making me go derange. They say this chapter is done and I have to turn the page. Put I want to read it and make life fade-Mario Perez
Battle lines are drawn with no word uttered to act, just a couple of simple emotions pain and loss fuel this fact. Bloodshed on the people we thought we could trust, but now we know this is not true, as we lay our kin in the earth's crust. Vengeance is the fuel that fans the emotions of loss into hate, for now it is not them but us that will decide their fate. Call to arms the ones that have laid your brother to rest, and in our embrace of steel find out who is the best. When blood stains the ground and the hate sets fire to this land, lets see past the smoke to who will finally stand. In heated conflict our dance of steel and flesh will warship Aries the god of war, and we will tear one another apart until we are no more. Through the years our generation will hate the others without cause or reason, For as the crimson moon passes it start another killing season. Hate will boil and bodies will come under the knife, and we shall take liberties on each other's lands and wife. All this pain will usher in a mindt Earth is a living hell, and we will become prisoners within our own hated cell. So before you step over line and fuel what you know is to pass, lets buried our love ones together in the same mass. After that, talk to me and so this could never happen while we our alive, for if we don't, in the future it could be us that will not survive.
Opening up was the best thing I could have ever did All those things that made me & embarrassed me as a kid You never looked at me different because my past was shameful Talked to you about some of the things in my life that we're still painful I am human, filled with emotions and lots of anger Hate filled my heart to the point I wanted to lock it in a chamber How I feel is as real and emotional as it gets Stress consumed me for years, felt like I needed a cigarette Needless to say the battle has been done I'm still standing and breathing so I must have won The ultimate prize of keeping my sanity and myself free Love the fact my past is so messed up… It really made me You I give the ultimate credit for finding my inner voice Felt like with you I have to write, it really leaves me no choice I am a woman, blemished, flawed and tortured by life Invisible wounds on my heart from being cut by life's knife But still I stand and hold my head up High I only have one life and I refuse to give up and Die I am woman, lover, and loyal friend till this life takes me away I only wish I could have told you all the things I wanted to say I understand that people are placed in life for all types of reasons With you I guess it was only meant for a season Learned a lot about myself with the help of you You embraced me with ease and had no clue Life had killed me, left me emotionally dead Then I met you, felt like the best thing I never had The make up of me is so complex, guarded & sad I'm learning to let go of it all, no more hanging on to the past All those people that did wrong by me can officially get a rash Living for me now so I gives no care how you feel This is me, uncut, uncensored… I feel the need to be real No longer taking my past and feeling sorry for how it was Living life to the fullest… Just like everyone else does Don't feel sorry for me I am no longer a victim, I'm Free Just letting the world know I am no longer ashamed of being me The mirror I used to run from I now embrace The hate that was once in my heart has now been replaced That frown that I always wore because if hurt to smile I keep this smile permanently embedded and it's going to be here for a while I am no longer sad…. I'm so focused on my life and moving forward Carrying all that hate and anger around was such a burden Free..Free.. Free from life's tortures and Pain Standing on my own two feet with a smile is how I will remain
Why cant I get over what you've done? Acceptance they say will help, it happened over twenty years ago. Why did you not think? How your actions and decisions have destroyeed my heart and mind. You were young and lost, you admit it was wrong. Why oh why am I LIVING WITH YOUR ACTIONS? I hate it, I hate you yet I loveyou. The shame and anxiety. The strangeness of it all. I am inocent yet why am I doing my own headin? People ask me about you, I hate answering their questions. Why did she leave why did she go I guess I guess i'll never know. To see you change so drastically I find the whole think quite gharstly. Dont tell me how to feel dont tellme im wrong. The past will stay with me till the day that im gone. They say the past makes you who you are, it was the shock and the truma. I know you suffered too yet part off me can never forgivce you. Im not wrong it's me who suffers night after night. Remembering the awful things no kid should see, I feel ashamed and embarrassed. This happened to me and it still lives on inside me. You were supposed to me my role model to be their yet you were out with him. I was so lonely I became a strange and anxious child. You never asked how are you feeling it wasa always about you. Yes you broke up the family and it as tore my heart apart.
Form a clean healthy conscious then a hero is made best when done in your own special way I'd like to say I've saved myself my mental health is beyond repair often I'm just not all there I don't have any fears but I still get scared All this talk of good and evil liars are the holiest of men they can trick you if you let them in I'm so paranoid is that too a sin? It's okay to not like me but please don't hate me because I'd hate for you to waste that on me I am just a little off beat with good intentions I make each statement seem so pretentious so you'll never believe a word I say I don't say much anyway I speak in riddles I think in rhyme a good escape route so hard to find you lost your marbles and now their mine your so engaged in commitments it should be a crime live free now or you'll lose more time
Strip me... As you do, Youre claiming everything that I am Youre seeing it all Not just the physical; The bruises, The scars, The imperfections, (Even though thats just as hard), But youre seeing what makes me Who I am; Youre stripping away layers of hurt And pain in many areas; Youre touching raw spots. As you do this; Youre stripping me emotionally; Im letting you inside By letting you see my body; Im saying I want you everywhere; Inside and out; I want you to soothe The unsoothable parts Im letting you feel me, Touch me, Do whatever you want... Ive never known that kind of intimacy; On the inside Im trembling; Im so afraid Youre going to see something You dont like, Or dont want, And that terrifies me; The fact that you could hate something about me And that could be a reason To leave me... I feel so insecure And I dont like it at all; For your sake as much as mine. I want you so badly, I want to let you in, Cuz I love you so much, And youre the only person I would let do this. But I freeze up sometimes; I dont know what to say, I dont know how to feel; Im just paralyzed with fear Of rejection. I hate that I didnt go all the way for you; I feel like I don't give you everything I want to; And it sucks, like I don't feel good enough And that you almost resent that Im sorry, Baby for not giving it all But it takes time I guess... I dont know; I want so bad to let you 'strip me' Maybe next time I wont be so scared; Its not you Im scared of; Its me; Whats going on in my head, That I cant even explain; Im scared Im not good enough For you, And for myself... That sounds messed up, And again, I hate that Im scared, Scared of putting myself out in the open Completely like that... It takes more courage than I have; Maybe I can get that courage from you... I want to... I know I can... I will...
A song can be heard tonight Swirling about me beating down my strength Enfolding the whole of me with thick, terrifying captivation That chokes a city with the roaring thunder of despair Of the innocent obliterated in the unforgettable heartbeat When we died with our friends and families Slain from the once impossible that shattered our world Tossed aside the veil of our innocence forever I can stand no more and I fall My weary gaze heavenward for I have no answers With my heart weeping, my soul burning My mind alive with a desperately hungry vengeance I scream out all of my searing pain I scream out with every fibre, every pore of my being! I scream blinded by this maelstrom of emotion I scream! I SCREAM AND I SCREAM . . ! Until my voice runs ragged Until my anger simmers And here amid a shattered ruin I find inside the depths of my soul . . . That which is fierce in us all I stand and glare beyond the horizon Where I know the object of my hatred hides Feeling safe in his pit of woe "No," I seethe "No," I burn "No!" I say through clenched teeth "I will not falter! I will not give up! I will not give into the swallowing lament of night! I WILL NOT LET YOU BREAK ME! I will see you held accountable I will and I do defy you!! I DEFY YOU! And everything you represent!" I . . . I like my people, believe in a merciful God Our Lord forgives and loves us all And this is the God I believe in . . . But I am a man, just a man . . . And I cannot forgive you for this, I will not God may forgive you But I do not I . . . I hate you! For the lives you have destroyed! For the fear in my heart! I hate you for existing . . . I hate you because now I cannot help but to hate something It's lonely where these towers have fallen And in this solitude I pick up a stone I move another stone and then another For I know not what else to do I find that this stone is not a part of the rubble I understand that I am not really clearing debris I am rebuilding And this dust covered stone now within my hands Is the first In a new foundation of our lives I see my friends Doing as I do, lifting one stone after another We are rebuilding our world Our ideals And I whisper to the horizon "Know this Today we mourned as people grieving for our loved one Tonight we mourn as a race having just lost our innocence Tomorrow we will mourn as people defiled by atrocity one last time But soon . . . We will weep and mourn no more And on that day We will end terror."
Why would you believe in me why would you trust me I build you up to knock you down I love you but I will not stand my ground. You know me all to well certain things I wish you wouldn't tell, I hate you in the same breath I find solace in your bed I crept. You give me strength when you hurt me you give me hope not deserving you rain on me to shine on you in hopes of my return to you. But I must tell you never again will I be sucked into your life of sin the drama is to much the pain drives me insane. Darken my sun for your own sick fun my cold heart only just begun, enough I'm done play time is over gosh I hate you, you sorry excuse your time is up karma will come home to roost.
DO you want to know what i hate ? i hate how when a man sleeps with a whole bunch of girls hes a pimp and master like a god to men and women but when a woman does the same shes a whore slut or even a piece a trash and women call them th same first of all its wrong and second is that is totally sexism so next time you are sleeping with a whole bunch of girls and your girl does the same before you call her a slut or anything think you did the same exact thing also another thing is when a girl does a sport or there is just a girls sport its dumb but oh no not a guys its so mean and cruel listen guys if a women does the same thing as a guy ITS THE SAME THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO unless you men or women have a better reason to make me say oh there different well then tell me cause its really ticking me off
society has fallen under the spell of celebrities, the famous and the rich an unhealthy obsession and fascination that has got people bewitched more focused on style and material wealth unconcerned about maintaining spiritual health for it does not matter what designer's label that one wears if one is stressed, strung out and struggling with the spirit of fear it's not about how much money, fame and sex one can acquire it's about how much and the way in which you love those whom you admire the Simons in this world are always trying to cast spells with propaganda and commercials about the things they desire to sell but the formula for spiritual survival is found in the Lord God's Holy Bible to love the Lord with all thine heart was the message that Phillip came to impart to subtract hate from every aspect of your life to be compassionate like our savior Jesus Christ to multiply goodness by spreading it all around to lift each other up to stand on higher ground to divine the truth in no matter what you have heard to disregard the pressures of this money mad world to meditate on the Holy Word day and night and then pray for everything to come out just right so look out for the Simons who taunt, tease and titillate look out for the Simons who abuse, hate and discriminate look out for the Simons the masters of trickery and voodoo look out for the Simons in this world for they'll put a spell on you
I got the message Long before we knew There was little chance Of us meeting at all When I first saw you By zephyr via zest As I tried to keep composure I heard you say Without a sound "It was an accident" And I knew We would get close Even though It appears to be a Midwest love affair I bend thoughts When I am bored It always leads To bed Or to the floor Can we fake it That people don't make believe That I'm not loving It makes me sick I doubt you believe them I believe in you All I can do Is close my eyes Cross my arms Hope not to die I'm hallucinating As I see an angel In the perimeter Of my eyes Much time goes by With no velocity Empty headed dreaming Till I don't realize it Just when I had forgotten I get woken up By a sound Up close Long winds of promises That sound the same Till far away It then metamorphosis into An aura of Zany exponential changes Without the reign Of every moment There is nothing different Nothing the same People say "It was an accident With accidents you never know" That's why I say There be a need Or at least potential to say "You are my number one" Midwest, Aftermath Rumors start to rise Did I truly do Something that immoral For them To hate me that much They hate me It sickens me And scares them The one I Consider fun Believe is cute Cause they don't listen To what I have to say So I don't... Argue Agree Or listen You hit the road And delivered me Into an ocean Of myself Did you know I can't swim In the silent ocean Of myself Your reading this Your not around All I can do Is cross my arms And wish it was you And not my knees in them As with accidents You never know Good or bad Ultimately You never know


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09/10/2013 at 10:51 AM
One of the many RWU law faculty working on cutting edge issues is Zoe Argento, and her latest work, on social networks, is, guess what - lighting up the Internet.
Here is an abstract of her article from the most recent issue of the University of Michigan Telecommunications & Technology Law Review:
Who has the superior right to a social network account? This is the question in a growing number of disputes between employers and workers over social network accounts. The problem has no clear legal precedent. Although the disputes implicate rights under trademark, copyright, and privacy law,...
Posted by David
09/05/2013 at 04:19 PM
Justice Elena Kagan came to Rhode Island to join in two important celebrations: the 250th anniversary of the oldest synagogue in the United States - Touro Synagogue and the 350th anniversary of the Royal Charter for the colony of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, and the Roger Williams Law community was out in force for both events, as well as an invitation-only reception at the Federal Courthouse in Providence.
The Touro event was built around the reading of George Washington's Letter to the Hebrew Congregation of Newport, historically significant because it was the first...
Posted by David
08/30/2013 at 02:36 PM
RWU Law is very proud of its students who are affiliated with the U.S. armed forces, one of the highest callings in our democracy, and two received special recognition over the summer.
Matt Sinnot chose to hold his formal promotion to First Lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps in the law school building, in front of proud parents, faculty, staff, and classmates (who went through their own "boot camp" with him - the first year of law school!). Matt is a founding member of one of our newest and most active student groups, the Military Law Society.
3L Brandy Disbennett won...
Posted by David
08/27/2013 at 02:46 PM
In what is becoming annual recognition of the impact our grads are having on the community, the Providence Business News once again profiled a number of our terrific alums. The publication requires that the person be less than 40 years old and have demonstrated "career success" and a "commitment to making a difference on a local, national or international scale."
Here are the 2013 honorees:
Jessica Cleary'00, Chisholm Chisholm & Kilpatrick LTD
Jessica focuses her practice on veterans' rights. She represents veterans in pursuit of their VA disability benefits before the Department of...
Posted by Michael
08/26/2013 at 08:36 AM
Life is one continuous story. Or at least that's how I perceive it. And like most stories there is always a beginning, middle, and an end (the fun part is when those arcs do not come in that order). You see, those transitions usually happen because of the seismic events that are set off by a single drop of serendipity.
Within the past year my life has gone from middle, to end, and ultimately to a beginning. An odd order or flux but that's because the current trajectory of my life began in the Fall of 2010 when I accepted an offer for admission at Roger Williams...
Posted by David
08/23/2013 at 01:36 PM
Believe it or not, the new school year is up and running – and we have already welcomed a terrific batch of future RWU lawyers.
There are 115 students in the Class of 2016, equally balanced between men and women. Their average age is 25. They are notably diverse, with 25% hailing from racial and ethnic groups traditionally underrepresented in the legal profession, and they speak many languages including Spanish, French, Arabic, Urdu, Cantonese, and Hindi. Their professional backgrounds are also diverse, including folks who have worked as:
the Chief of Staff to the Providence City...
Posted by David
08/20/2013 at 03:56 PM
The RWU Law community officially kicked off its 20th Anniversary year at the annual Law Alumni Association (LAA) breakfast held in conjunction with the Rhode Island Bar Association's annual meeting. The breakfast brought together judges, lawyers, alumni, faculty, and staff to reflect on the school's milestone anniversary.
Deborah Pannullo'97 and Professor Michael Yelnosky
Professor and President Emeritus Anthony Santoro with Stephen Bernardo'98
At the gathering, the LAA scholarship recipients were announced. The 2013 winners are Michael Hartley'15 and Meghan Kruger'15.
Posted by David
08/19/2013 at 01:07 PM
One of the stars of our faculty, Michael Yelnosky, is making quite a name for his empirical work on the judicial selection process. His initial focus was the state level, and a conference he organized critiqued the ways judges have been selected in Rhode Island, reaching some interesting, indeed controversial conclusions. http://law.rwu.edu/story/professor-yelnosky-leads-judicial-selection-forum
Now he has turned his focus to the federal level, with an op-ed in the Washington Post that shed light on the lack of diversity on the all-important ABA panel that pre-screens all nominees for...