Devouring The Devoted

A
subtle
thought
Apart
from
who
You
see
I
don’t
rain
on
Parades
I
leave
A
chemical
of
Aromas
built
By
Chilled
atoms
To
A
Tantric
mental
Catching
Your
Mind
like
Fly
paper
It
never
goes
Away
Pheromones
Special
guest
Hitting
the
nasal
Inhaled
turning
Eyes
from
black
To
hazel
Now
you
are
trapped
In
my
rum
drunken
Legs
Drunk
Waking
you
up
Like
America
running
On
Duncan
Morning
Hot
Coffee
Donuts
I’m
like
shoes
that
fit
You
just
right
I’ll
wear
You
on
me
like
a
balaclava
eyes
hold
Fire
before
I
run
In
your
bank
To
Withdraw
From
Sticking
Up
Blushing
Comet
Orgasmic
Lips
To
Kiss

Oh Catastrophic

“Oh Catastrophic”

“Like us !”

Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.

This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…

War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said

Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…

I’m far beyond your reality…
Irritated response comes off as hatred…
Naw…
I just hate being me…
My mind comes off as vacancy…
It’s just a rundown trap house…

It’s just so full…
Of many things like raging pain in tall viles suffering, sins, stress and struggling…

To comprehend this life…
This fowl bitch ain’t for us…
It’s only designed for them…

You don’t think like me…
Move like me…
Get tired of trying to prove like me…

Stuck in quick sands open belly…
Up to the neck barely breathing…
Stop!
Don’t make a camp fire out of my…
Forest fire….

You ain’t me…

I’m not you…

My face looks like it’s stuck on violent… When it’s stuck on problems…
Ones that can’t be solved in…
A hard back dictionary…
Clinging to nonfictinary…

Why must I fight myself to end…
As a quotation after the exlimation…

Mark…

I struggle like no other…
Like a failed mission or a unfinished… Kitchen…
Black droors without utensils…
I’m tense all over…
In every sense…
Back tured counter clockwise from happiness…

Fuck it…

Exhaustion…

Stop breathing…

A nobody…

Will only be my legacy…

No one notices as human…
Us!

So they can’t miss who or what they never perceive…

Incurable…

“Like us !”

Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.

This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…

War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said

Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…

To Audition For Solar Energy

Potential
Increased
Slight
showers
Down
On this
QUEEN..
Down to Her
sunshine..
I..
Am..
Forced
To yield..
From
the brightest..
Gleam..
And
Into the flames..
Of lightning..
My eyes from
Behind my
Eyes lids..
Snatched
Them quickly
Blinded..
I’m not afraid..
To touch
The polit
Light..
The
enticing
sun’s
beauty…
The rays have
Grazed my
endorphins..
Till I’m
Fully
engulfed in
Her smile..
Nope..
No choices..
A wild
fires a
forming..
A triangular
earth…
My heart
pounding
From the
Hips rotation..
Three
hundred
sixty degree..
Triathlon..
In her eyes
My Words are
trapped..
Not..
Gone..
On contact..
No preservatives..
Fresh..
Organic..
Resurrection..
Savory..
Insightful..
Stifles..
My..
Perceptions..
her minds..
Unsaid Times..
I’m upset
Dying to..
See one last
Smile..
past in
My dirrection..

Locomotive Locksmith

Through my teeth.
I exhaled my strong self-esteem…

Warm air On the back of
Your neck…

No resistance…

I’m what you were
Missing…

My experience…

Hard Like wood cabinets…

Maybe like brass knuckles…

Let your Lips glistening
Like some lacker… Spreading…

Acrylic strong, vibes,
Good vibrations on
Time…

I Rubbed my stomach…

Entertainment in
for the mouth… More
Play… List…

This ain’t for play…
Rained all day
Down drapes…

A reservoir…
Shows its showers
Before the forecast…

The flowers stimuli… Dipping
Into the vase…

Model Venus…
Breaking the modem…

I couldn’t control my router…

Your soft aggression…

Undeniably…

Spitting like a cobra.
Till… The throat is filled like…

A glass of water

Protein…

Outbursts like Tourette’s…
Syndrome… Fell over

The spot like a… Comb
Over…

Flipping dirty buns in boyshorts
By hand… Spreading….
Like butter…

I can’t believe it’s not…

New angles given…
Your feet a occupational
Position…

My human instincts became…

Well…

Questionable…

Letting the beast out…
Slipping into a cloud…

Show the pipe a slice…
No mainstream artwork…
We just nasty matching nasty…

Bite size creativity sleazy, but
It creates those fabrics
That wont break a bond of order…

The kingdom understanding
No ocward…. Ness….

Bare with me
Till I charge back up…

Black Merc 0202-0-16

Lately I’ve been

drifting.

My old structure

of strict militant ways.

Don’t know how

long before.

I’ll be consumed

by the flames.

The past be the

past.

Glued stuck to my frustrated

psyche.

Being bound to

something worst.

Confused that sometimes

the worst deeds can set you

Free.

Mind filthy, rotting away off

The bones of my

decaying last good memories.

Life’s snap shots of

seconds of smiles and laughter.

Then Jokes become

sloppy.

The laughter becomes

annoying.

Reality kicks into

Dissipated smiles.

The heart is distantly

colder like a halleys Comet.

As I rapidly forget short

Small numbers and sentences.

I won’t die…

I’m dieing slowly along

the way.

Experiencing that first hand

failure to control crashing

Into ashes.

Warped feelings overdosed, lusting

for violence and gun powdery

children’s cereal.

Maybe inching instantly

towards a whole

solid insanity plea.

Watching humans devour there

nurturers and there nurtured.

A thick book deal guide through

corruption, scams,

set ups and confusion.

More and more I

Aggressively drift back

into that.

Predictably same facial

expression that never changes.

No matter the emotion, excitement

Happyness of whatever

Joy is.

My face will always look

The exact same.

My face stays stuck trying

to comprehend.

Why everyone looks

at me like I’m a stone.

Maybe I am one to

Think of.

I fail the try outs…

Then become more

upset that I pathetically try to hard.

Or is just never close

To enough.

All humans are born with

A heart’s worth of emotions.

Yes that is fact…

What do you call a human

That has to program there self to?

Feel it….

Or know when to receive it…

Reciprocate it in a way to

Trust the other.

Note that it’s not always

Out to break you or kill you.

From the inside out…

I feel less and less emotions

like when I was younger.

My emotions are plumiting

Stocks all over again.

A very bad investment…

Back to who I was not

supposed to been.

The rebirth of chaos is

about to began.

I can feel it..

It’s me…

I am chaos…

The second coming…

Is on the way…

Free Us…

So we will be one with our former self…

The form of a poker face…

Dead from With in…

The Black Mercury……..

Shea Butter

My intro wore your body

out like the latest

fashions…

Capsules in tattoos,

Brain washed by

Someone so called taboo…

Someone I
Spy, that’s brown
Skin through
My glasses…

Crowned by

Your influence,

To Shine gold sunz

over me…

Jewel of the

Smile only

motivates

My Integrity…

Lables of silk

Stampede all
Over your figure…

I figured out,

If I stay on your

Heels, then

You will make
One man…

The fool of all
That is real…

Untied, tounge

Out like unlaced

Sneakers…

Funny that I,

Peep us, more

Then you could
Ever…

I can write

A courious

About
My Visions on
Loop…

Yet, visions can

Be very scary
When you can see
Beyond the future…

The truth…

On self, I pray that I
Don’t place a
betting…
chance

With a Russian

Rulete mind

Frame…

For I know, that at

At the end, I’d

Be the one shot
In the head…

With no chances

Of surviving…

When love at first

Write, is a pen
On paper.

Out of control.

The odds of me

Surviving Having

A hole in my

Head.

Is a metaphor

For trying to find

A soulmate

that will

Never end.

Without us…….

For Normalization

Bear with me…

I was never good with
Words. That’s why I
Barely spoken.

I knew what i wanted
To say. Then when my mouth
Opened. The words
Came out persecuted by contradiction.

I just want to be…

I’m not… I never will
Understand my ways
Or how I feel. Split
Personality, so we
Just talk to each other.
I know if I talk to myself
No one would make fun
Of or judge him….

Me…

You see…

I know this makes no
Sense. I forget numbers,
Dates, small things.
I struggle….
Every address I lived
I can only remember one of the numbers.

Bear with me…

I know I don’t make sense…

So frustrated, embracing,
Alone, sad, madness. All the
Sorrows with titles. Quotes
Like Scripture from the bible.

King James…

I’d rather gaze into
80 percent of the
Quran.

Maybe someone linked to a prophet…

Maybe a May bee sweating over honey.

I picked up a gun
Before a book. Didn’t
Learn to read till I was a
adult.

All praise due to
The Almighty. Blessing
Me with a paper and pen.
Yet they still don’t here me.
Like they never understood
me then…

They say I speak in
Riddles soo…

Riddle me this…

Decode my words!
Behold the thought!
When teeth don’t show!
That means my pen
Will be a tattoo needle for
Exposure!

My woes will be jotted!
You could snort them
In lines then!

Try to..

Bear with the two headed
Viper crying! Some
Thoughts crippled
Till my mind has delayed
Then deleted!

All I ask is for you to bear with me…

Believe it……..

Big Facts 400

Indictments! now the truth
Comes out.

My name is my
Name.

Yet I hid
From my own
Doubt.

Federal

No no no!

Investigations are gone!
                        So so long!

Now I can give

Asia pronounced!
“I ja”

Yes, I hate my Name but, what true is real

Can’t be excused.

Nore do I have to
Explain my Damn
Views.

It feels good to
Be back
Here!

Now let me
Lay back. Take off my
Shoes off.

I apologize
For not being
Honest.

For a reason!

Deeper….

Little explanations!

Understood only by those
That understand.

To keep my
Ass
Out of that iron
Vacation.

No sliding doors
For me. No Damn bars to hold me…

I hope you agree.

If not…..

Go back to the beginning
of me and re-read…

Now I will pay my respects to
Those who ain’t make it to 2021…

R.I.P

L. Turtle

C. James

Patricia b.

Kenny

Yawl

Cali

Avon

H. Rodney

Makk

M. Wilson

If I forgot some.
I’m sorry.

Justice will be
Survered
For y’alls
Murders

Happy “you” years to all!

A Chefs Thesis

A chefs thesis

Moving hills…
I need some…
Dramamine…
to smooth…
out these bills…..

Inhumane folk tails…
I can be to…
like Pecos Bill…
I’m…
Built to sabatoge…
lives…
That how I feel…….

Live from…
David’s shield…
No weapons formed…
Against me will……..

I might go crazy if I relapse off. The smells of fear on the upper tiers. praying for my enemies. They know not nothing of how I was built. Or how things can get real. Prices up and down like broken digital scales. That’s life so…. Keep it moving or give ’em hell! No obligations! They say we are bad influences. To raise our boys to become men. Well……. How the fuck can they become men? Our world is a Ghetto. Not letting anybody walk in or leave out. Ghettos of the world, slums, beat up stray cats and loose dogs. Survival is what is tought before we could even tie our shoe laces up! I want our people to live free! To breath fair air! To drink water that’s clean. Kick bad habits that plague our broken dreams. It seems to inhabit the planet. To witness to habitats we damage. From see men and women slaughtered! Raped, robbed or tortured!
To all my slums and ghettos in the world! places going to war over territory’s that are there’s. Politics and drugs! Hunger can turn people into gangsters and thugs. The only gangsters we know are the founders, the worst police and crooked judge’s!

Listen!

I don’t give a fuck if you from

Yemen
Eastern Europe,
Sudan ,
Palestine,
Thailand or India,
Uzbekistan, Pakistan, Kazakhstan
All the stans,
small towns in Russia,
Uganda, Nigeria,
Tanzania, Madagascar,
Toronto, Alberta, Newfoundland,
Nunavut territories.
Detroit, Baltimore, chi town,
new York and buffalo,
New Brunswick, southcentral,
watts, Inglewood,
Compton California,
Mexico, Venezuela, Brazil
Haitian or Cuban,
Jamaican
Trinidad & Tobago,
Peru, West Indies, puterico,
South africa, Somalia,
Iraq, Iran, Israel,
Mongolia,
Afghanistan,
Cuba,
Germany,
Southeast D.C,
Virginia,
Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Tampa,
Orlando,
The Turkish,
Indonesia,
The whole world has slums and ghettos! Let us Unite with each other!
For the future of the children, our wellbeing, our families if we have them!
More…
More…
More…

“Crimson Skins By Devika Mathur”

Crimson Skins

Ok…

There comes a time in every persons life.Where we all have to make wise decisions. One false decision can alter the course of your life. Sometimes for the worst!

Luckily…….

I made one great decision…..


A wonderful decision….

A wise decision….


I bought me a copy of

        “Crimson Skins Poetry & Prose!”

A book by the artist, writer and poet!

                “Devika Mathur”

@my.valiant.soul

https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/

     

When the book arrived. First I tore open the cardboard it was in. To my surprise! This book was so soft like her wordplay it felt like velvet. I couldn’t stop rubbing my hand and face up against the book cover. Like I was on some type of psychedelic trip. This book should have been called the Velvet skins.                    

Seriously though…

“If you don’t know her then you better get familiar….”

Her words are so humbling and soft. It’s almost like she’s whispering in your ear.

Her mind is intricately interesting, yet mysterious and challenging.. True art takes time to visualize the meaning. That’s why people stand in front of painting etc, at art Studios forever.

Now there are many talented artist on here. Me personally I have my top 5 poets. Not like the typical cliche poets. They know who they exactly who they are. Keep writing no matter what.

Look people….

Imma keep it all they way real….

We must support our artist!

We absolutely must!

Everyday, month and year.

You sit there and read..

Type your sincerest complements…

Interacting day to day…

With your favorite artist….

If you can do that. Mean every damn word you say. Even give your high praises. To your favorite true artist!

It shouldn’t be a problem for you purchasing there material.

Don’t build people up to let them down!

Make there hard work apart of your collection at home.
Give. Give your favorite artist hope! Give them a reason to know there appreciated. That’s love…..

Peace and blessings to all!

                       Thank you Devika!

For dropping diamonds and peace and blessings to all!