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Letters For People Part 4

Dear people,
(Am i?) Mad it’s a conformist state?
A status that perpetuates people to pair, to compare, to prepare,
to perfect, before performance, …?
-sure hard to try to tardily preface, to save it, to make fake the face,
-but it’s too late to retake it as, IS, as soon as it’s made it-is taken...
...In; adjust said stakes to win. Slowly rotate within, internal. The journal. Eternally baked within; what it creates is respect for mistakes, correctly correct on retake in the future it’ll dictate correct placements.
Custom comforts kept set equally adjacent to the wait for some secret weight-
laid out in a case made out of the time spent waitin’ (for it; in) a room to stay waiting for that much-too-close of-a shave situation, it’s hard to convey or say aloud in some suave way formulate in a classy type of statement...
Try: “be patient?”
Feeling complacent? Okay then! Take what’s behind the light lines on your faces,
Hide the truth behind them,(in the mind) and over time,
replace it with blatant attempts at damn near perfect disguises,
Let’s hope the whole world realizes;
It’s a whole system devised on the assumption it runs something as like on it’s display it describes:
it’s...long as is wide as it’s complexly divided...
...best way’s to comply, with...’This’ powerful illusion of inclusion,
...abide by who what, when, where, why. Confusion,
Conclusions on either side of these salvageable junctions,
Instinct to gather, similar interests, link various valuable functions...
(there’s) an old order or something(s).
An odd odor to get older to kids it’s the goal in it’s the soul to oneself’s solid gold to go bold so all know this, is what gods had told us, is; all good looks is...(the gumption) To Listen...
...and ignore all main systems.
To Lie, inside. Malleable. Remain vaguely valuable, meanwhile it’s PRODUCTION. .
-while it’s invariably vague with in it’s instruction.
Sleeps deep down in it’s destruction, Secret section slide seeps inside it’s Seduction, with such suction, could suck a living soul Alive.
The giving skull survives. “Soul dive into the (w)hole in the sky to fly”
(when sly words are wise) All wise words seductively heard. surprise!
First Fill The ears full from drips off of weird tearful words. Weirdly served so...
Herd the reluctant minds fill full of fear. Reluctant to be heard. Reluctantly they hear though.
Even those Reluctant to be here know; nothing Feels worse than the curse of what’s real(Growth) (Still alive?) still Thirsty?
(Breathe in) hear: “this here feel is for real, the real deal bro!”
Like to take from that take it’s like; “Yo! I will still feel how I feel though!!
Steal the wheel when you feel ready to wheel and deal with a mean style, meanwhile, a smoky steam blows a steely cold-blind wind behind it wInds, around inside the eyes revealing a reel of all the concealed uncertain demises.
For real, the realist minds still reel from Reelin’ in this steal of a deal.
For too feel For a fill full of feed for a full need in a free healing for the immediate need for a really hearty yet free meal for real dough.
Big sigh...*big sigh*...To Compromise is wise.
Free WIll is invisibly ill so please be advised...
Break the seal of the sole to temporarily feel revived.
Break the soul From contemporary narrow-social-constructions with-in there inner most constructs, stuck in a cycle of constant interruption that’s internally conducted,
(lies for induction).
Enter internal lust for love, comprehensive thrust for eternal trust together to some measure locked in an inferential Fabric that cannot rupture, slap that wet rag on the lap of luxury, laps that’ll tap in -to the struggle, map info o’ the Masses contract pacts deposit gasses that interact with this natural static that’s set up automatic to individually attack individuals from data that they’ve stacked up. Problematic, tardily to back up mouths full of cash dust with weak words which, where? [wear...] Rust,... But deep from beneath there musk is a trust in systematic belief that if it’s slapped trapped or wrapped be it any piece of crap intelligence that could tap us resonate in such light worthy to put that ass up to the glass cuz to soon will be a classic to politicize the tragic radish bad matter scatter in random patterns that merge like magic into social traffic that assists, the masses to take what came first, pawn there own asses into corporate classes to teach each type class stereotype how to live life mostly sighting the wrong right, mostly just to keep most sitting upon their asses. Citing only the fine sights...
Get the masses gasping for air, seize, ensnare, its there is responding too quickly to a rhetorical question a quizzical air for a head of hair bonding with a Smith & Wesson type 1000 mile stare so we pay their fair to take there stairs to see there shares of beloved Coventry well strapped with maps meant to trap the public like rats in discovery, mysteriously mask us, continually taskus to pass gas till the last but its the past that’s what is fast behind flash!
beyond recovery, typical to twist the will up with guilt if it dont get built-in-structural focus on production-type infrastructure. What will?is what’s been. Correlate each pre prorated fate to calculate add the feature Price for creature comforts, in a future in a home that’s nice. Curbs eat dreams. everyone seems, well seen in weakness in-scene expands the domain where one is safer. So many waiters which wafers date out plate what was brought out to now still deal with it later. The labors all scrubs and Dum bums.
Unnaturally\ Nurture the force of nature.
Now Naturally nurture The monster: (that is) modern human consumption,
Nice and Sore for the coronation. Sure...triple wrap that sack of plastic to stash it wrap once more in plastic to gift back to someone who has it. Laugh awkwardly blushing, take as is...
Assumptions for the poor, more’s Lost in discussion. ... from all of the shushing,
A valuable deduction; a challenging coarse, but of course...aboard this boat,
-We’ve all become accustomed to contemporary corruption.
-I’m sorry people for that brief interruption.

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What's Wrong

Does our government really think it’s worth the fight?
For greed that we don’t need for ourselves,
The public is deceived, unaware they don’t mean well
All they have to see is a mirror to their eyes. 
Reflected in a TV or plugged into a PC.
It’s time we woke up, we've put up with the static enough.
Revolutionize the times,
To modernize our minds.
When words come to easy but don’t seem to flow
Anger creeps in steady and won’t seem to slow
Stances won’t change
Like stones in a row in a wall like a chain
When the unknown is blown 
The truth is never saved
So suck in the gut won't open up the brain
Can’t be seen through the eyes
By oneself through another
Can you feel when they cry? No?
Look to the sky as its’ discovered
In order to understand look inside
Of each other in order to uncover
The truth that is true in the mind
As you sleep, as you live, as you lie,
As you seek what you need,
If what is so important, that you’re willing to bleed
But you can’t see through those eyes
Cause yours are clouded by greed
And you're blind and you’re hurt
You’re lost and you’re scared.
But you point the blame to inflict some shame,
Nobody cares, its gone on to long,
Because you just don’t understand
That sometimes you’re wrong. Understand.
Sometimes... it's wrong.

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Crack Head

So many ideas rest in my head
kinda like the dreams who die in my bed
figurative bullets fill me full of lead
figurative money what I call bread
without it, I...
would probably fall dead
sometimes I tell people I live in a shed
In winter...
got some screws loose in my sled
credit is “cred,” suits are the FEDS
I'm on my meds
maybe I’m on me rather instead
the words I have said the blood I have bled
oh yeah my meds, I’m on my meds
I deserve cred, I deserve bread
paranoid in my shed scared of the FEDS
scared that I’m dead and bullets with lead
I bleed my own blood, scared to be bled
i'm on my meds can't you hear what I said?
On a hill all alone in the snow with my sled
So many ideas rest in my head
many come from the books I have read
maybe my meds is the pen in my head?
Maybe that' just the way I was bred
maybe I’ve just bled inside of my head
maybe give my meds some of the cred?
I am a leader, I can lead, I have led
Its seasonal, unbeatable but reasonable DREAD
I hope you have listened to the words you just read.
Because I can promise you...I’m off my meds.

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Mine Mother Divine

Her Faith? Ironically is unbelievable 
She's Steel, personally she's undeceivable
quite literally inconceivable, my existence...
tribulations sometimes seemed unbeatable
Mom made all my failures feel more treatable
             all my idea's and dreams more feasible.
Her strength, an overall demeanor to be more reasonable.  
"Make life more meaningful... display a leading role."

Sometimes when I'm not feeling up and/or able
Picture myself at my family-dining-room table.
With her... The Creator from her unto cradle
With whispers of dreams, her stories and fables.
To recognize, and emphasize and try to ignore labels
Sturdy, a motionless rock, ain't nothing more stable.

The things she has taught me...
Imbedded deeper than even my eyes can see.
Led me as I followed trusting and blindly
Kept me safe and clean when gross and when grimy.
Maintained order... Yet what comes next...?
                         Can you please remind me?
You put our futures first mom, thank you kindly...
for being there to guide me, anger and surprise me.

Amaze me in many ways over so many days
Imagine life without me...
                    All the money you'd have saved :)
All the disappointments, missed appointments no personal importance... 
                      Your patience never waved.
No matter what the case... 
The flagrantly familiar are days not long away...
trust me that I love you mom, when I have no words to say.

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Keep Laughing

The elation from temptation is a tricky equation
the spacing gets it racing the heart is in rotation
the soul is placing in its placement...the dream
incased in is worth tasting with conversation 
at this station all are waiting contemplating more...
observations all are basing life decisions on a pace in 
ones own mind deliberating self-celebration
hell to heaven through abrasions all creations
seek satisfaction life is action and its passing 
seize this faction all these facts and pack the passion
face what's happening...all are mapping the same old
stories...the will for glory...do it morally 
all speak orally, metaphorically speaking surely 
all be more be more historically speaking poorly 
toward something forwardly more than more to see
speak more clearly seek more hear me than see more clearly feel less fear see?
Temptation then became elation, no equations
the hearts incased in the current conversation
the soul comes racing their is no spacing
in this rotation...heaven to hell still creations
the deliberation is this celebration of this station
with this passion nothings passing, laughing 
at the past its passing the future's happening 
now thats worth mapping...
		Keep on laughing...

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November Trees

a warm November day
as the sunlight drifts away
the darkness comes in early
and it comes in with no mercy
something like, the beams of light
that filter through the trees at night
that lines the earth first with stripes
that seam to move and dance on sight. 
the odd warm breeze shuffles the leaves
a sound of comfort at least to the trees listening to there legacies 
whispering up there memories. 
each year for years for centuries 
the trees grow tall. from all of these. 
the lights fight through with ease
the trees are bare through fallen leaves
the lights grows and grows from down the street an engine roars a horn it beeps  
the beams of light deceive and streaks
they follow the source and what it seeks
beams race and leap speed and creep they contract as they subside,            
as the car goes passing by 
and darkness sweeps in like original sin 
all becomes silent, simple, whole again. 
as the rustle of the leaves a tell all from the wind. 
disruption to the silence 
the darkness's a lonely friend
but in the sky, small lights supply hope onto depend
the Stars tell the trees to believe to  keep reaching till the end.

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Speak Up

When your heart feels as empty as your wallet 
Depression, obsession whatever you wanna call it…
When you lose it and all you wanna do is…
Sip some booze and go cruisin’…

But you can’t go far without a car.
Can’t go to the bar because you lost your card.
When everything around you feels so hard.
When you lose yourself you’re less than par.
The future seems so far like a blinking star.

Listen: all we need to do is live for now…
Try to by proud, ignore the rain clouds.
Ignore the hate when it’s turned up loud,
Just block it out then there is no doubt.
When you’re tired stand up 
			And work it out.

Push the crowds be a crowd pleaser,
No-one cares if you’re a loud sneezer.
Can’t fit your shoes no matter the size…
			Of the sneaker.
Remember: You have your own voice
		So use that speaker….

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I Do I Don'T

The average American makes no deductions
Throwing normal people off with assumptions
Money runs the government designates production
I don’t see the point, anymore, I see with my gumption.

I’m using my life to make more connections
I do it in a way no one sees the corrections
Similar to words in dreams like inception
Never forget the idea that others had mentioned.

Never have other sentences meant less
The hate and the love they all are senseless.
All my tears and fears in a hypothetical pensive
Knowing all my time on this place is expensive.

I see people’s eyes open and close to the music
Everyday it pushes and pulls peoples movements
Nothing more that anyone can do to prove this.
This country IS blood and greed its ruthless.

My talents go unnoticed like chemical imbalance
Sometimes we fall, an excuse for the violence?
Yet its impossible to constantly keep a balance
There is no way I will continue to be silenced

For now I’ve adjusted myself to explaining
To myself our life, I’m living life’s main themes
I paint pictures with words like a painting
Please listen close to this criteria containing
ACTORs Or AGENTS
These rhymes won’t make sense
Unless you have patience….

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My Member

Chicks get pissed at dicks when they're tasting them
call her the wiener cleaner...when she's basting them
don't complain thats insane if she's taking them
waking them up, then she's displacing them
making up her ****ing mind while chasing them

takes to long with no dead presidents
because cash rules everything around her dick...
mouth, sucking in air, sucking on his mouth
all he wants is for her to go down south
but she can't seem to get the taste out of her mouth

the privacy is absurd she can't observe...
nothing besides what is in her face
especially when her drink gets "laced"
good excuse for her getting to *****faced
done with the chase, done getting chased
done with excuses done with her hate

not done with the sucking on the best member of my team
find her again so she can attempt to suck it clean
you know what i mean...
i mean I'm a dreamer
i write what i see and i see with my wiener
haha get on it, clean it up till it's cleaner
i already told her i was a dreamer
or a joker, i can't remember her name
oh man you're insane, dumb, like snakes on a plane
i'll write a poem about it 
	then watch you complain about it
she's insane about it...what's "it"
if you don't know by now...
	i don't give a shit...HAHA

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Open Them Eyes Part 2

I see that our beliefs in race and profiles, defiles.
	Perpetuates hate, stereotypes to our brain matter.
I see corporate greed and pockets get fatter.
I see the will on the eyes, the glass as it shatters.
I see all, everyone all over and round the world.
I see every word is spoken is joking is heard.
I see with eyes that not only see
I see with eyes that both live and breathe,
I see your eyes on the handle that's sheathed,
I see true production with that handles released.
I see in future dictated by present,
I see in our fathers dictating, detectives.
I see guidelines are carefully protected.
I see between lines subliminal messages.
I see the music clearer than clear.
I still see the fear, when people hear 
me calling, my voice is honesty fear 
       calling from behind or the rear.
I see the judgments, assumptions and grudges.
			When nobody doesn't.
I see far like days and wider than canyons,
I see hard like maydays, milder than Manson’s.
See every person not one but all people,
I see from churches high up on there steeples.
I see in peoples eyes full, and there pupils, there retinas and defects and 
			and all they are hiding,
I see a way, to see, its in me there confiding.
I see people as people just people all striding
        for seeking with eyes that see fighting and dying.
I see no respect, regret and paychecks providing
	money in pockets and sockets, necessities, honest.
I see crotches and chests, members and breasts. Illusions, contests. 
I see with eyes that can see farther than many
I see plenty of love and have loved for a penny.
I see the eyes all gathering ideas
			my ideas teach my mother,
I see ideas to teach to another, to teach to each-other.
I see with eyes that not only agree
my eyes, like your eyes, have seen things for free...
but I don't forget where I've been 
my eyes now see more things 
	 than your eyes have seen.