Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

I look around and feel like I'm the only..
One who knows the truth, this kind of knowledge is no type of bliss,
I have control of my reality, as I watch the line of continuous distance.
Plaques by the government, doomed to fail,
Your momma can't protect you or make you feel well.
They'll distract you with wealth and power,
The national anthem is a dream we devour,
Watch another football game and take your flu shot...
Consume, procreate and deem that your vitality is not at any rate,
To them or to your doctor, that you are apart of the American slaughter.
Eat the flesh of pain and hurt, repeat the waste of your world.
Your weapons are pointed at me, to protect your faith and belief..

I slept through the storm...
Awoke by the man I adored.
If I only knew what I missed in the night,
The rustling of an inconsiderate right.
It might have never been my fight.
Now that I'm awake and know your warm
I promise not to hurt you anyhow,
Now that I have let it out, my love,
I won't crash us down anymore.
The saddest blow, a friend lost his life...
If he knew what to do, the medication bottles would vanish from his room..
The hardest time I'd ever have is when I face that fact, he'll never come back.
All the time he shared with the world, couldn't add up to the depth of his impact.
Now that I'm awake and know your home,
I promise not to cry anymore,
Now that I have seen your gone, my friend,
I won't forget the life you had.