I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
Boyyy!
It’s some secrets in that
Grass filled nut cluster.
Only place in the City
With those many agonising.
Fuss over those plasma gases,
Erupting. The remaining broken
dreams. I’m sorry……….
For all those secrets to
Whom I was a major resident…
Of…
Seen more and, more broken
Dreams piled up in my memories…
I’m sorry…
I’m sorry that I had no compassion.
Iron wounds room, rounds, half fumigated.
can still smell the faces. The secrets…
Dribbled to dabbled.
From some grapes to raisins….
From Billboards new state
where some secrets were staged..
Loved ones missing days.
Months of sleep.
Imagine how that hard dirt felt
Keep secrets yet… Only
Those of them became worthy. the grounds creepier states… Of mind…
No capability, lack there
Of Santa’s gifts.
So many secrets
Sooooo so many secrets
That those dirty dandelions
Wanted to tell…
Even if those ugly weeds
could…
They’d become a secret to…
One of a promised action
Without the need for
Currency.
Sooo many secrets in my
Dreams! They’ll Rome forever.
I’m good at keeping
Our giant show time secrets
for you….
No matter what…
Vanished!
“Browning Of The Roux”
Quit bitching
Folk.
You’d probably
Throw up.
All in your
Mouth till you choke.
Can I get
A witness from.
Those who
Have been.
Subjected
To all types.
Of murder
Entrapments.
Oppression,
War, discrimination,
PTSD.
Hold up
Now!
Real PTSD
From rebel enemies.
Infidels to
See your well being.
Lifeless, loving
Less, teenager’s.
Killers with Chips
in there britches.
Masked up
Then home invaded.
Ransom shit
Stripped till humiliated.
Starving for the,
Lost betters.
From a bitter
No better life.
Always, off,
Scedual…
Fuck Your
Money!!
Though my
Tribe maybe starving…
Staying on
Dope just to gets sleep!
Drinking liquor to
Heal from the beating!!
Cocaine in my
Veins, staying awake!!!
For days!!!!
To dodge all
The heathens!!!!!
And if I bleed
Today!!!!!!
You will surely be
Murdered this evening!!!!!!!
They don’t give
A fuxk what we believe in…
BITCH IM BLAXKK!
BUT TO ALL MY
OPPRESSED ALL!
AROUND THE WORLD!
PLEASE DON’T BE SEATED!
EVEN IF DIFFERENT
CIRCUMSTANCES!
YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
THOUGH WAR MAYBE
INEVITABLE!
MOST OF THE
WORLD DONT GIVE!
A FUCK ABOUT
USSS!!
OR SHIT ABOUT
WHAT WE GO THROUGH!!
SAYING AND PRAYING
AND POSTING!
IS LIKE A FAD OR
BANDWAGON!
BUT IF YOU AINT
FIGHTING WITH US!
ALONGSIDE IN US!
ANYWAY!!
FUXK YA WORDS,
PROMISES, AID,
PROTEST!
LETS FIGHT
FOR OUR SELVES!
FOR BETTER PROGRESS!
KEEP YA SMILES
AND RACE OR RELIGION!
SPLAININGS!
CALL ME WHAT YOU
WANT!
THATS ALL YOU
GOOD AT IS HATING!!!
(sorry bout all the cleavage)
I’m a shot down plane…
Abused mentally by user who prey on losers like me…
Pathetic!
People will never understand the Impact they leave on you bare sleeve no more at ease…
No more…
Pathological, Narcissistic, lieing and more!
Never knowing the hearts they tore…
Peaces of me like torn paper on the floor…
Knees shaking as I hit the ground sayimg why lord…
I don’t cry or scream out…
I bleed out from shooting myself in the foot…
Once more!
Proving that humans are like revolving doors…
It’s like they only want you around to study you!
Hustling you!
Out of your points of view…
your mind!
Your heart!
The things you’ve been through!
I tell myself everyday!
I won’t let people get close to me…
They don’t deserve my loyalty…
My day will end…
Buy punishment when I find out I put myself in a oven mit…
It guards your hand, but when you hold the heat for so long it burns through…
lt wasn’t real at all…
It didn’t cover you from the pain…
It only became the problem…
you know what…
Fuck The whole list of dicarded assholes…
They only talked shit to piss on you as a outcome….
Humans don’t mean shit to me…
humans don’t mean shit to meeee!!!
I believe I
was a…
Apache in
a former
life…
Sharpening
my tomahawk…
With stones…
Draped my
Face
Drenched
Over war
paint…
Finger
tips
Dipped in
the blood
from my
adversary’s…
Treacherous…
I was chief
A running gun
Five star
Buffalo
general…
Tougher
Then
bull
Horns…
Calcium
That was
strong…
Like
The aroma
of menthol…
Giving out
orders…
Raising thee
Young…
Wise
tribe in
Native pride…
Proudly…
Many
died on
that
hill yet…
We
Keep
them in
our prayers…
We
pushed back
our intruders
infantry block…
Mowing
down the
lives thee
Unworthy
opposition…
Pale white
Dirty skin,
Filty men…
Trying
to take our
land
Kill and
Rape our
Wives
And children
for
to satisfy
There own
Evil greedy
Needs…
I screamed…
This tribal
Chant…
This Soil
And moss
Rivers
And animals
I will protect
Everyone
With in it
In peace…
If it’s
Blood you
Seek…
It will
Be your
Own
blood
You will
See…
We did battle…
After
those
long
wars
Those
enemy’s
were
demolished…
They will
Have no
Choices…
As
Always
The
respected
Elder…
For our
bravery…
My men
will be
Recognize…
Till the
death of
Me… I’ll
Inherited
war like
mentality
Lost… to
Be slaughtered
In hatred…
Still I strive
To leave in
Peaces of
Moss….
Never forgotten
ancestors
Of the Apache…
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 