

NonsenseCloudy eyed googlynonsense what? Comes from mymouthIcan'tbreathebreathe Elusive little butterflies feed upon exotic depths Stoic truth disembowels the streams of thought Which solace lured me to the point centimetersfromyourface Languid lifeless truth imbues me from withinNonsense
Groping from my center the flowing blood stasis And snatches counterfiet aesthetic bonds which We use to delude ourselves 'till seemless nonsense Creeps slowly between us and eludes you while I'msweptaway. . .


Dear God. . .Give me the words to write, the words to say to him The mouth to utter words of love when the time is right. Scrape from my pathetic mind ideals of artistic wonder Color this black compassion with songs majestic, lovely, If on earth you came to save me, Lord, give me courage To save me from myself, if you want all of me it only seems too late; I can't grant the needs I never had. Sometimes strength isn't enough. Make these words mean something like the blood you shed. Help me configure beauty from the things which beauty contradicts; The paradox of the lies so attractive and affectionate &Dear God. . .


I Have A DreamI Have A DreamI Have A Dream
Dreams come in many colors; red, white, blue, Black skinned, white skinned, the unwanted and the
Oppressed by society somehow stand alone under the colors
Of Freedom; Expression, of hope of life. “I have a dream” just isn’t enough anymore, we need To step on people to get what we want, make others feel Worthless because of a nation’s helplessness. “I have a dream” is what we think of when we hear A little kid telling his parents how he wants to be an
Astronaut someday. No one thinks twice to tell them how
Courageous he is, to think in such a way where


An Artist's IndifferenceSo much expression in the world ends up manifesting apathy.An Artist's Indifference
I wonder how many useless, brilliant poetic minds are in existance now. I could just write "screw everything" and make it simple, and According to philosophy I'd be just as brilliant as any other Shakespeare. I'm no philosopher but I definitely think life's a joke; Wasted moments of life are spent defining what the laughter means. Laughter that swallowed itself up like a; Life? (yeah, right.) Life is boring. Then again, God must have made Adam not know that he was naked for a reason.
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Now a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
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Do Not Adjust Your Mind, Reality Is At Fault
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Do Not Adjust Your Mind, Reality Is At Fault
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Now a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
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