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..

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