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……..

The Ghetto Philosopher

Dry base music loud up passed…

Caught big fish to send them up stream…

Instant grits, politics to hold the mayor hostage from her own money…

Bought upset stomachs…

Mad gone mad wild…

A young child caused to kill someone…

Devils and demons scared of those lethal street professors…

That preach survival Gospel…

Hymn notes by morris code…

Of a King and Queen’s perfection…

 

 

Abortion of dead beat fathers…

Scandalous women…

Murder the man…

Body’s behind blinds…

That entered her…

Vice versa…

Common since can be your hero or enemy…

Compared to where you’ve been…

Can goods…

No organ foods here…

Starch…

Stout…

Stomped on coca cola…

Plus little boy brown…

Pigs who pull triggers to fast…

To count…

Turning my niggaz into oink oink killers…

That don’t give a flying fuck about…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chest poked out through vests…

Shirt of armor…

Sorry…

This is northwest…

We live in the land of clout…

100,000 gun offenders…

Rusty Ak47s raised…

In December…

These arms floating here…

From the backs of trains…

Cargo crates…

Automatically immune to tragedy…

Consumed by places like…

Charles Hickey and Milton Bradley…

The streets love us more then our mothers did…

Dads dead…

Or in prison cages for to damn many numbers…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Defiant gingivitis of the presidents mouth piece…

Jumps in to bed with far white wings,..

Excuse me…

Far right wings…

Becoming extinct for us…

Carmen San Diego is here…

Let’s leave with her…

Before the harbour of enslaved souls…

Bought…

Turning it into a tourist attraction…

Elephants in the communities room…

I’m gone…