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

What's my password?

As I try to gain access through answering the key question of what's my password?
I entered BEAUTY and they said that I was incorrect because indeed the answer was COMPLEXITY
And I guess that's the only way to gain access to my thought processes
Cuz beauty just doesn't define me.

2:25am

REALITY... seems like fragments of a nightmare that hosts my sub-conscious nights every so often
Like sometimes I have to pinch myself to see if I'm really alive
Because as much as I don't chase tangible wealth
I crave happiness by my theory entails love, comfort and security
But my security is constantly challenged when things like these surface
Like forms that requires copies of me
As if I'm a citizen of somewhere
All I am is a place of birth and a temporary stay
Resident of life and a citizen of hope
Reality is something I always try to give
But it seems like I just can't win
When I am a recipient

Contacts

12:21am...
I sat there on a surface that's been robbed off the backs of innocent animals
But that's not the thoughts that surface in this complex mind of mine
I think of the direction my life is going
And how is it that I value love more than material gain?
I sit and ponder on past relationships gone bad
The times I've made the significant other signify hurt and lost
Because they never seem to meet the need of my obscure wants
So I sit here watching the leaves change
Thinking how the seasons make no changes
Because the o-zone is fucked up
And we're pondering on a theory that we ourselves created the hypothesis and proof
So I sit here at what is now 12:26 am
Five minutes after the initiation of this blog
As I look through this phonebook, I see no name that will stimulate my thought processes

Opinions...

it mends, breaks and alters mood swings
I sometimes sit and ponder on its effects
How's it that we value what others think of us so highly?
As if what they say is the standing system of laws

I break away from all the chains u try to bind me in
And awake to a daybreak not confounded to your views of me
Because I rule my own destiny
And in this path I chose to say FUCK YOU!!!