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Choices
What does my choices say about me?
Life was hard and I still had to make choices..
Coming home seeing my father Wondering where his wife was all night,
Or choices to watch my mom come home drunk and high knowing my dad had to go to work..
Listening to the arguing and fighting
Because my mom refused to be a mom..
Standing in court watching my mom an dad battle a divorce because my mom didn't want to grow up...
The choice of now being a kid
Watching my mom party all day..
Strange men in and out of our house..
Because my dad was no longer mentally equipped to deal with raising his kids alone..
Watching my father now live life in a decline mentally dying slowly from
The rath my mother bestowed upon him..
Then living alone with the one absent parent that chooses partying over being a parent..
The choice of living with a parent that was never there when you needed them..
The choice of growing up too fast then becoming a parent yourself..
Walking a thin line of what would have or could have been different in your choices..
Accepting your choices and choosing to raise your kids..
Accepting the obstacle of being a single parent with both parents was not easy..
But with a strong will you make it possible...
The choice of saying good bye to an abusive counterpart while moving on to the one glimpse of happiness...
The choice of moving on and raising your babies alone...
Then the financial choice of working any odd job to support your children..
The choice of leaving no stone unturned when it comes to the life of your children..
The choices and consequences of letting the wrong people share your life..
The choices of struggling because no job was enough...
The choice of crying at night worrying about bills and praying to God for some form of relief...
The choice of growing up
Changing your life in an attempt to live the dream you were destined to live..
The choices of dealing with the very grown children you gave your life up for
Be the very people judging and hating you..
Choices...
I hear my soul inside the radio
yeah i sing along
inside my head all day long
i argue with the voices that monger
was i not here before
a deja vous
tied to my soul
a feat of unequal measure
to cast a spell upon the world
soo clever
never tell a soul
burnt the witches
clean churches
no one needs to know
I hear my soul inside the radio
step by step
i go along
to the beat of a different drum
held like a hostage in your arms
the armies of the world
a rath to unfurl
was the world not about to fool me
blind me
surprise me
leave me the joke by outsmarting the riddle
i hear my soul inside the radio
no i don't
im all about satanic prevention
but now you know too much
im being tortured for the dreams i want
you corrupt
i give in
i give up
victomised economy
im out to lunch
never mind designer brainwash
we'll keep in touch
I know im different
the shoes at my feet
one tied tightly
one lace undone
why do i keep tripping
down the street
arent you listening
i keep tripping
so many freudian slips
blindly reaching out
dirty hands for such a clean god
suicidal head of the blunder
thirsting for mercy
legs crossed
which shoe is which
and you sit there
vicious witch talking in circles
to be a rock and not to roll
miond control
i hear my soul inside the radio
well now you know
merry christmas
im entrapped like your hostage holy ghost
give your thanks
for the blinding of halloween
crime of the century
im getting so sleep
ether is coming
smelling salts
all nightmare long i couldnt scream
Should i freak
should I shoe
damned, doomed, destined,
im a fool
You take what you want from her
You use her kindness
and spend it for your pleasure
The things that she's been searching for
will remain lost until she's sobered
from your kind of poison
You have her right where you want her
Vunerable
Out of control
In love
Unsure
I don't want her to have this adoration for you
But yet she's falling
slipping and I try calling
But...
It's no use
His kind of loving is disasterous
I warn her "Don't step a head"
"Stay with your friends"
Listen when they say
You can do far better
or we will lose you
One piece at a time
Chipping off
Each time he tells you lies
Don't string her along
She's my friend
If you don't want her than fine
But don't mess with her head
Cause I will be her fist when she's weak
and if I happen to hit you
Don't be surprised cause I did warn you
Don't string her along
Unless you want me to get involved
and that won't be pretty
My rath never misses when I aim
Don't become my target
Hieroglyphics...
State Specific...
Horrific Acts...
Pseudoscientific Facts...
Change Like Holistic Rath......
I'm Walkin The Mystic Path...
With This Simplistic Hat...
Watching This Capitalistic Crap...
With My Characteristic's Traped...
These Parametric Statistic'S Colap's...
I Stair At The Skeptic's & Laugh...
Like Holographic Holograms...
We Stop The Tragic With Solid Stands...
This Common Magic Will Abolish Man...
Within All The Glands...
Is Karma's Hand's...
Weiving Your Life...
Retrieving Your Light...
Before You Dye...
You Do More Then Cry...
Fortify...
Your Former Eye...
To Obsorb The Sky...
The Orcher'ds Dry...
From Neglected Times...
Where You Checked The Lines...
Before Signing Your Life Away...
You Might Just Say...
It's A Good Time To Pray...
You Could Save A Life Today...
In A Rightcious Way...
But In-Stead Your Stuck In A Defiant State..
With A Giant Plate...
Of Tired Hate...
The Wired Gate...
Has A Higher Fate..
But You Retired Late...
To Your Originally Desired Space...
Just To Find Your Face...
The Same As It's Away's Been...
I got a keyboard...
...I hope I try at this.....
....that I try and I don't stop trying....
cause that's what I do.... I sample...
...never eating more than a few bites and stopping after a good taste...
....but now Im starving... Im ready for a meal....
I am master of nothing... nothing...
I give up early because its no joy to suck at things...
...humble beginnings lead my ego to generate pain....
...pain that comes from not being better at learning...
....you know, Im much worse at learning than I used to be....
it has me feeling less than..... creating dislike....
....and the dislike of this process develops a heavy resistance...
....which overrides the gift of patience for growth because of its intensity...
....and the whole deal becomes unattractive...
....then this fresh baby passion dies under the rath of uncomfortable emotions...
....and I move on to the next trade....
...with hopes that maybe the next time that it'll be different...
...its always been this way...
...it leaves me longing...to never keep trying means to never have...
...and I haven't had.... I haven't had for a very long time...
In God I trust Because it is I my God love as the flesh lust it is he who interrupts and
comes down from the heavens with such an encouraging touch but I still feel the
frustation trapped between the Lord and satans altercations while being tempted
by temptation I remain patiantly waiting for my lord and savior to come taking so for
now can we pray on that day so many chose the wrong path My God is a good God
but he is also a God of Rath! and I at times laugh but at the same time feel bad he
just gave us one task that we all seem to look past but you will see whoever not
put the Lord first comes last but whatever you do dont give up theres so much hope
and all you gotta do is let go life gets better for sure but it doesn't last forever for
sure somethings you have to endeavor like with a disease you have to wait for the
cure and nobodys really perfect but can we try to be alittle more pure a little more
sure on the next subject no need to be nervous go ahead take a trip to the surface.
not entirely your fault
for trying to rule life
all wrong
something you have yet to experience
like the 300 days it would take to make this better
like the whole world showed up for your birthday with a present
watching you open them one by one
fainting from starvation
as you chew your jellybeans
and nibble on your chocolates
not entirely your fault
the demigods you created
surrounded me in a forgotten dream
trying to achieve a selfrighteous death
shape changing the manipulation
of the righteous ways to dispense my anger
shielding god from the meaning of life's rath
not entirely your fault
you being a god in training
everytime you kill me, you are the victom
going for my eye, blinded by an alphabet
good luck getting around on your unicycle
when you dont know how to ride a bike
came to rule me
with a game of blackmail
the truth can set you free
something you have stolen?
the lie that i'm not supposed to be
im not supposed to be the undeniable selfishness of your gullible god
I CANNOT SEA
A life unto of ebb & flow
The Masters seated down below
Or high above
I cannot tell
Heaven may beholden hell
My heart cries out
but I think I died
It doesn’t pound that it did before
For where I am, I am not to sure
I did not bleed, I did not scorn
Where did this rath come forlorn
I thought I’d paved the way to free
Yet here I am, alone -
I cannot sea
Except a fair few off light that dwindles
I’m thwarted & it pains me so
To just feel pain and so much woe
I cannot sea
Am I on a boat, Am I on a yacht
These memories that not be forgot
I think I know what’s happening here
It is my turn to take the steer
I never wanted it this way
But now I’m steering all the way
Until the next one, next from me
Beholds from not is from the sea
That dwindling light, passage unclear
The ebb & flow is so near
It may be your time soon to come
That pounding heart that is now done
I cannot sea
Can you see?
There are too many roads,
that have lead me down it's path ---
It seems the further I journey,
the more society shows me their rath ---
So I go on into this mystery called life ---
Even though each day greets me like an ex-wife ---
Burdens do not diminish as one grows older ---
Infact trouble doubles and the public seems colder ---
When I am out and trying to have some fun ---
I run into individuals who attack like a sniper's gun ---
Not with an angry fist or an evil word ---
Rather they'll cast an evil eye, like a predatory bird ---
Relations often tell me to ignore this harrasment and pay them no mind ---
This is rather difficult when these citizens act like they are out of their mind ---
Pushing and shoving to get ahead everyday ---
Just to make enough money to live day to day ---
In the end when there is nothing left to do but die ---
Will you laugh and be at peace or scream and start to cry?
Her name was Katrina, her vegeance was wide,
hundreds of people had no where to hide.
Her hurricane winds battered the coast,
distroying what people loved the most.
Security was taken, in the blink of an eye,
leaving people helpless, many would die.
Inadequate levees broke, all was not well,
New Orleans became a living hell.
Racing water rose ever so quick,
it took the healthy and the sick.
On rooftops, where people layed,
rescue was the word our nation prayed.
Some people found it hare to defend,
slow acting officials, on whom we depend.
So many people with no where to go.
Many without possessions to show.
Hearts were opened, everyone cared,
clothes, money, and time were shared.
No one will ever forget Katrina's rath,
the day she ran her distructive path.
I wrote this 4yrs ago today in memory of
all the people who parished.