Truth Told Through A lie

Indulge my emotions and my needs, just to say leave me alone, I’m trying breathe. Given me nothing to complain about, that’s the dilemma. In this garden, pleasure is provided forever. Tweaked so specifically, no such thing as stormy weather. Sell your soul for treasures. Who cares about a piece of mind, lay here with the divine, all problems will be, fine. A home created with everything except you in mind. A bird in a cage still has the ability to fly. Horse on a chain can still run wild. Even if you’re unhappy a human face can still smile.

A Hermit Who Felt Alone

I stay, letting in hurt, I flirt with death. Self sabotage put the knife to my chest. Shame, humiliation to embarrassment. My peers refute impress. The freak likes it. We attack him next. Easy target, begets respect, nope. Hate instead. Displace him, never truly face him, power is felt not seen. Lost in a crowd, all of us must be trailed as fiends. Thanks to the pain, I see behind the scenes. Kept my eyes open, refused to miss anything. Truth be told, your scared and wish you could carry the world on your shoulder, alone. Just like me.

Brought Into A Scam

A plethora of lethargy snuck in decrepitly. Took the reins of my thinking, got the best of me. Maybe conciseness is testing, lost cause, nesting. Heart open, unprotected. These thoughts aren’t mines. “Who’s” ? is the question. Refuse to separate my past from the present, no history is depressing. Repeat yourself, work against it. Chose a cause, defend it, come full circle, defend against it. Sip some tea, bite the leaf, human nature is to walk upright towards free. Those who don’t feel free, works towards segregation of wings from bodies. Shopping spree, everything half off. That means it’s suggested value never meant a damn thing.

Broken Wishing Well Be Damn

Ain’t running from shit, sitting in place. Kicked so hard my ass is now stuck spinning in place. Dropped into a wishing well, flesh and blood turn collateral. Looked up at the moon from a hole in the ground. End of the tunnel, cave light funnel. When will I be fit to leave this place, touch your face, take things at our pace.
You’re gone.
So with the moon, I’ll make do. Listening to the night, it tells me to forget you. The sun lights the moon, so in truth I never really met you. Hunger sets in, look at what the future, now present you.
So unfair.
In this dream, the open sky is all yours.
As long as I stay down here.

I Fear Other People

School of thought, live life peacefully. You’ll be shocked, shot, heart dropped. After death, the terror doesn’t magically stop. My blood over flown with histamine due to systems of brutality and mistreatment in history. The universe got me thinking this life is meant for me. Pain past down through hereditary. Broken and scattered across centuries. Pick up the pieces slave, branded eulogy. Anger, justification, fight fire with fire, birth of a nation for the ignorant. Live in bliss, a cruel truth separation. Biting my lip off, assuring my soul that karma exist. A revenge mission for reparations, would be to take my DNA and desecrate it. Even if my future turns out bright, the spirit of my ancestors won’t be complacent.