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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A long Night

Barking dogs echo beyond the doors of the pitch black night.Mysteries of the anxious dark buried deep in the heart of villains playing rock and roll at the poker table, coughing and spitting, feasting and dining while maliciously mocking John the Baptist severed head. A fleet of fancy boats whose interiors were fashioned with gold crept upon the surface of the shores with glamorous lights all around them. Business men dressed in fine tailor made suits with ruffian body guard at their sides,delight themselves with fine whisky, puffing gigantic Cuban cigar while being entertained by pricy and sophisticated women whose ornament worth a million.I saw the entire night unfold in front of my eyes, the night whose blatant sins speaks to the heart and soul of the heartless and formidable town. A town whose lawlessness expands beyond the pyramid of time mesmerizing the weak, crusading in the streets, milking the hands of strangers and making bawdy deal with friends and partners. I sat up in my car seat and witnessed the mysteries of the privilege night searching the hearts of evil men trampling upon their own misery and laughing at their own fantasy. The night wrapped up with innocence made ugly by villains cruising beneath the ship’s hold swearing and cussing, forcing the weak to carryout merciless act of madness. The crescent shaped moon positioned over my head prayed with me quietly and the smiling stars uttered songs of praise reminded me that God is around and he is in control. This was perhaps one of the longest nights; a night dominated by many unexplainable circumstances. I followed the puzzle all the way through in search of the ultimate truth.The naked trees caught up in the melodrama, stripped of all their summer pleasure stood tall while trying to hold their composure. I heard them moaning in despair at the sudden arrival of winter flair.I sat up the entire night looking at the naked trees in the dark, leaves peeling away from giant trees, bushes drying up in dismay,exposing everything that was hidden in the valley of the great deep. Aged old trees languishing their age looked at the universe lamenting their daunting years. I watched the sun immerges from behind them,its view overshadowed by dried up bushes but it forcefully made its way from behind the shrub sending warm rays of light 
dancing around me.


Details | Lyric | |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Details | Didactic | |

Opposites

               Opposites

Give or Take?

Love should have no opposites but it does
Love should be the opposite of love but it is not

Hate is not the opposite either
Most people think it is
It seems to make sense since hate is evil

Selfishness is the one true opposite of love
Since selfishness is only taking for one’s self
Causing pain, loneliness, leaving suffering behind
Selfishness is a lonely business, paid for with your soul

Love is simply giving
Giving all the time, no cause, effect or strings attached
When you have love there are no mistakes

Love cost nothing
It is free and last forever through eternity

GIVE or TAKE is your decision 


Details | Rhyme | |

Always a hustler

Every hustler has fallen.
Cracks in the concrete is how the streets are watching.
Calling me back, i thought i closed that door?
Slipping into darkness heating up my toes.
Rock bottom balling is a choice. 
Do or die. Be heard or make noise?
Bodies traced in chalk then go void.
Last time i checked I'm dealing with faith.
like a rose that grew from under the pavement. 
A hustler dies a hustler is made.


Details | I do not know? | |

Thief's- What goes around comes around! (2005)

Always taking what isn’t yours
An evil life and an evil cause
So cheap, can’t buy your own
Pile up your materials, its you and them all alone
Problems can be a root to theft
If you don’t get help you’ll be the one left
There is no excuse to steal
When they stole from you how did you feel?
Whether you steal a penny or a pound
What goes around comes around


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