E

I'm taking a spiral trip
Into the abyss
Traveling underground
To reach higher ground
I see different faces
With eyes that are spacey
And I can't help but ponder on their thoughts
This E is taking me through unnecessary stops
to reach a selected destination.
This E aint no pill
With a temporary thrill
It's just a conveyor belt
Ending at a trade sight
Where we trade our beliefs
For an unbacked currency

I WALK ALONE

I'm a proud member of the complex loners disassociation with the peers that we share no common ground.
Our interest's nearest intersection is 1200 miles down
And the crossroad only entails the amount of years that both exists in the physicality of things
But has no correlation with the mind's distinctive dysfunction of the opposing mind processes
So as I stand here in the midst of two extremes
Going from one end of the spectrum to the next
I transfer my thought to a notepad controlled by keys
And as I unlock these thoughts to make them visible to your mind's comprehension...
I still remain the loner that laughs at the comedic and the situational irony of your existence
And I bask in my epiphany

one night stand

I sat in the park
and watched her spark... a L for just us two
telling me that after dark
she just wants her fantasies to become true...to the memory of another being
So I went to her place
Fucked out her braids
And to tell you the truth... I can't remember her name

icon

Fuck a title, I just need a vent. I'm falling in a hole and my parachute broke. Never thought that an icon could change my whole perception of who u are. I felt like my nose was rubbed in the realization that you are intruiged by characteristics I seem to lack. So as I step back and try to analyze a deed done so unaware of what my reaction would be seems to dazzle me. Because I would never ever make you feel like someone else held a torch to the flame I carried for you. But I guess that's where i always go wrong; giving all of me to someone that'll never understand its worth.
I guess this isn't quite so iconic

Politics of Feelings

I don't get the concept behind it, so I sit here with my hand to my chin like wise old men do when playing chess. As I try to evaluate the state of things, like somehow my awakening will somehow stir up movement in a generation silenced out of fear. Fear that if they say how they feel that they'll get hurt by a government trained to make the rich richer; or the one you love being intimidated by your feelings and you end up losing because of the lack of reciprocity. So it's a game this life thing; and as much as I try to keep it real I find myself staying quiet when I really wanna speak. Like when I wanna tell her how I feel, and based on the knowledge of her own feelings I stay muted when I really wanna turn up the volume so that what I have to say is heard by her. But the volume of my words into the mass of your emotions doesn't equate the density of an us. So I sit silenced marinating in the feelings I have to keep bottled up in this limited space and venting it in a direction that my kite is forced to fly in. And I sit here watching as it loses ascension

Royalty

They try to tell me that because I don't own a palace with servants that feel honored to wipe my ass, that somehow I'm not a queen. Telling me that because I don't have a castle on a hill, that my life is just a minor thrill. Not valued much. You're telling me that because I don't have a crown made of the finest jewels that the capacity of my thought processes are inferior.
But as I grab this microphone and situate my speakers at the four corners of the earth I tell them, that wherever I sit that's my throne and in it I rule my destiny. I tell them that I don't need a tangible crown because what I have is more salubrious and that's a mind that doesn't conform to your beliefs.
So you can take your theory of royalty and shove it up your royal asshole!!!

REVOLT

I'm simple and so they mistake my simplicity for simple minded
But I'm on a mission to be that reminder
That anything is possible
So as this waste matter accumulates into feces
I give u a piece of me
To make into manure to feed a nation starving for truth