Posts Tagged ‘ excuse ’

In Life

If

we are

an image

 of our creator

why

 are we so evil?

Is it the world

whose space age

technology

has somehow

broken through

the filter…

opposites attract

there can’t be dark

without no light

and you can’t feel empty

without

 some sort of filler…

some

are with the soul

of an angel

and there are those

hunting with the instincts

of a killer…

some

are “blessed” with both

at the same time

confusing

the destination

of the

 fulfiller…

 is

 whats meant to be

what happens accidentally

and who forcibly

 pulls the trigger?

I suppose

this book

this passage

wouldn’t be entertaining

if it wasnt

a thriller

eenie meenie

eenie meenie

Minnie moe,

catch one red-handed

and by the toe,

if they bother to make excuses

then, let them go…

Or prepare and brace

your self

for

the

enviable

shoo away


Anywhere

but here

any place

will do,

slap me

gift wrap me

up-stream/down the river

just say shoo,

im waiting

for it

I’ve been expecting it

I see it in the queue,

having

to wait

is what has me

all bent up and confused,

hoping

for the best

expecting

what I’m so use to,

my eye lids

grow heavy

tears have no room

for “its too soon”,

these walls

are empty

their plain

making it all the more blue,

the scenery

is bland

my “once” moments are what use to be “had”

and that part is true,

if we don’t

learn from the past

what else

can the future prove,

if sadness

is all that re-occurs

give me

something new,

if you love

the way I lie

then my dear

it seems like you have something to prove,

what ever you’re trying

to change

is not for you

to change into,

it’s strategically

developed

for you’s and yours

to consume,

in jest

reflect

and somehow from that

device/avoid your doom,

we’ve made

our mess

so now here’s

the broom,

I rather you

not say a thing

or if you do

carefully choose,

what words

you’ll win with

everything

is  a matter of win or lose,

take me home

anywhere away from here

or please with the up most respect

MOVE

politic (part 2 of 2)

Other countries

are fighting

for revolution

yet we’re here glued to the tube,

worrying about

the jersey shore

instead of the

death toll on the news,

which in it self

is fabricated

for entertainment

and commercial views,

which doesnt take

long to figure out

pushing us back

to our old cues,

living vicariously

through celebrities

pushing product placement

like “blues clues”,

obvious

and in our face

that’s how

the illuminati rules,

im fiending bad

to open eyes

and inject the blind

with visions of truth,

it’s all in the

living word of God

but priest

f****d that up too!

politic (part 1 of 2)

I think its time

some one

starts telling

the truth,

they say in

due time

we’ll get around

to doing that too,

bartering lies

sucking d***

in the booth

with a chipped tooth,

I believe

the worst crime

is what advertisers

openly do,

using every dime

to influence

guiding us

unknowing through,

a freshly stale

crushed coke line

keeping us numb

and a loof,

to whats

on the line

cutting corners

and deals too,

sticks and stones

break bones

as do

half-truths

that stick nowhere like glue..

a back up plan to back up another back up plan

I go through out my days

trying my hardest to ignore my own reflection,

just in case I don’t like what I see

I don’t have to be hit with my consciousness hesitation,

until one day out of the blue she decides to pop out and  hit me

with a simple enough of a question,

how do you do what you do

with no remorse or any sign of stressing,

I actually do, stress so much 

I have to have  another/other back up plan for said similar situation,

that may bounce back around & inside my mind to lie

but to be damned isn’t one of my many many temptations,

so I dig another hole to cover up the hole

that just caved in,

im starting to confuse my self

this sort of thought process may need another arrangement.