Posts Tagged ‘ journey ’

The All Seeing Death

I can’t lie

 I’ve accepted,

The madness

That slowly incepted,

 There’s so much

 That I don’t wanna stress it,

So I unwrap

 Exhale

and injected,

 All the poisons

I thought

Would replenish,

 All my

inglorious

 Whip ins,

Hurting so bad

I Won’t stop

Till it finish,

Similar

To a terrorist

 mission,

 I’m so many man

And I need

 me A witness,

 O lord

There’s about to be

Some killings,

I can smell

the sweat

From the thick of the tension,

Here I am

Tickled

 in suspension…

a voice says

 This

ain’t your fight

Carry on,

To the

depths

Of the

Armageddon,

Bring all your

 guns

 This is going to be a

war,

Knifes need

to pierce quick

 Best sharpen up

your swords,

A bible

for a shield

And the weapon

is the word,

What is your

 bare fist

Going to do

against a swarm?,

 of Ice cold hearts

that Stand strong

Against

the warm,

Best

Turn up The heat

Limbs

need to be torn,

Against actions

 that laid back

With our oaths

that were sworn,

We need

a re-doing

Weve done been

Re born,

Because what we’ve been

stuck in

Aint

Cleaning up the source,

IT’s

 only fueling

And causing

more & more,

 Destruction

From the pure

 that’s already

been torn,

And what about

the child

That we’ve

already bore?,

It’s far

too late

For the simple

 to ignore,

 It’s either

do it right now

 Or

 mother fucker hit the floor…

Power of Nancy

There is no

denying the truth

and sometimes depending on perception

can make that next move uncouth

we think things into existence

so before you chicken out and fly/leave the coupe

know that the car goes where you steer

and in the end you do what you want to do

if it doesn’t do any good

then what does it really prove

negative nancy doesn’t leave what she fancies

so she remains unable to break her glue

The E.N.D

This can be the end
Or This can be the beginning
This can be the time to sow
Or the time to reap all the winnings
Opportunities are often taken
Since they’re not always given
We can all bare our cross
Or blaze a trail with thoughtful sinning.

Now We can wear a skirt smile and play the fool
Or choose a robe that conserves for the wise
We can keep our understanding in the dark
Or bring our issues out into the ever healing light
We can stay down and away from confrontation
Or fight for the weak so that they can rise
No matter what your stance is this new year
the energy never dies

Almost there

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We’re almost there
We’ve almost made iT through,
On our last lap
We can give iT our all, or just cruise,
Whats beyond the horizon
I don’t know, but iTs due,
I have my ideas
But I don’t know, if iTs true,
Karma may thank me or spank me
Fear lies in the truth,
Ive been honest in my intent
Speaking through a crooked smile, Not having to chip a tooth,
that’s why I’m eager for the new year
Hoping iT brings something new,
I’ve gone in too many circles
To want to stay in the loop,
I want to go over and beyond
And pray my guardians come too,
Please God, give me more angels than demons
As I recline on the roof,
Of the towers you have placed me in
There isn’t too much room,
Hell or Heaven
The thought brings a noose,
Hope for a better tomorrow
Please come through

Building

when given instructions

it isn’t wise not to skip steps,

sure A to C is quicker

but B might have provided some much-needed strength,

I got my  clean cut and shave

but I’m still not the social butterfly that God had originally made,

still annoyed by those around me

seeing nothing special in what they do or have to say,

I’m not the type to be full of my self

but then again that’s what they all say,

I think things then believe it

word

sound

power

from the imagination of my brain,

so disillusioned by my views and beliefs

I feel clinically insane,

I’m out of breath from my huff an puff

maybe I need a different trade?

which is why I don’t want to say anything at all

since lately I havent had anything nice to say,

one commented that I’m not a talker

that’s incorrect it depends on the conversation and what/where it paves way,

I wont pursue if im not interested

and not building upon my advances is as good as saying “F-U, your too late”,

I don’t like being ignored denied

and asked again what I couldn’t make any more plain,

I stand still in angst even though

I want to yell from hiding such pain,

but I don’t want to attract the attention

of others that don’t feel the same way,

so I continue on

silent waiting patiently to break away,

slowly building a catalogue

so I can bid my 9 to 5 a good day

Another Start

in the desert

there is no water,

trails cover up and confuse

way more than they allow the ability to follow…

if the sights

remain the same,

we should probably

view them a different way…

looking back

can only damn,

the future that doesn’t

go so according to plan…

I’m up against so many

different versions of my self,

some with eyes closed

others seeing only with emotions left undelt…

with

or on top of,

only cramming more

of the unknown and the un thought of…

let this be

another new beginning,

another new start

with our eyes on the prize of winning…

let not hesitation

poor fatigue or lack want,

detour us from our journey

and mission to carry out our arch,

destiny is our undergarments

miss calculated turns our skid marks,

shake away what doesn’t work

and let’s make a fresh start…

Just Go With iT

so stubborn

dedicated

stuck in

the

concrete,

one doesn’t take

time out of the day

to truly

earnestly

seek,

if there’s

another way

promise / believe

shake/stir

then repeat,

but how

are you going to know

if you

yourself

cant even see?

they say

dreaming

is for sleepers

and that very well

may be,

but once you wake up

 and that vision

is still burning

are you willing

to pay the fee,

try

try

try

and then

try again,

practice makes perfect

especially

if we’re

writing iT

with pen,

 there’s no such thing

as typos

just improv

so

 just go with iT.