Some Say The Politicians Are all the same
Six of one , half a dozen of the next.
All controlled by the hierarchy, the illuminati.
I feel they have a point to some extent.
But still I beg to disagree.
For Some have more bad mind that others,
Some are more lie, more dangerous, more corrupt, more selfish.
Some are more tief. Some are like Gangrene.
Some are Evil Himself Satan incarnate. Soo Soo Devious.
While some make an effort, some do try.
Some will ignore the poor more.
We still should be willing to make a choice.
I just do not and cannot agree with the skeptics who claim
The System will never change.
Refuse to accept such a defeatist mentality.
Feeling lost and tensed
Being tired of everything
And obsessed with many things
What to do, don't know?
Just lost in myself, neither anyone nor everyone
Just finding myself in the world around me.
Worried about many things but the actual
worry isn't about finding myself,
Soo is about when?
Lost in myself but still can't find myself
The child inside me has gone far away
Given his shelter to an adult man,
responsibilities and realities......
Juggling high to be in the race of life
without quitting or looking back.
This word isn't so easy for living so
"Let me test myself,
Let me know the worth of my time and responsibilities"
It is not just about finding myself,
So is about what I have to become....
Oneday i will findout myself
But till then,
"Let the hunt go on"
"Let the hustle go on"
"Let me test myself"
"Let me find my path to find myself".
The destiny I am moving towards isn't easy,
Feeling scared to move alone
Hope to find myself soon
Accompany myself with me on the way to my destiny
The day I would find myself will be the beginning of my successful life.
Slowly the pressure I put on myself is killing me
Slowly I am losing it
Aiming for perfection something I simply cannot reach
Looking at everyone expecting the best
The pressure i put on myself slowly killing me
Slowly im losing my mind
Something that I love but is killing me at the same time
Like a drug,I crave it and I have to have it no matter what
Slowing I'm losing it
Slowly the world's expectations crush me
Slowly the world's in my head are getting louder
Slowly I'm losing it
Slowly my mind is leaving me
Its like a drug I can never quit
I crave it
The tears held back through a smile
This is the life I choose to live
Preforming for others,losing it behind closed doors
I am killing myself
Killing myself for perfection
For my own expectations
The pressure is like a drug
A drug I refuse to ever quit
A drug thats I crave soo much
They Call themselves friends , but then they deceive you.
Their hearts are merely full of evny and treacherousness.
They plot to exploit you and take advantage.
They are only friends for benefits.
They seek only friends with benfits.
The minute you cannot help or assist them, they leave or elope.
When you can offer them something they tag you the nicest friend.
The minute you are broke or broken you cannot see them of find them.
For you are now no use to them.
They forsake you just so.
They exibit not one iota of loyalty or sincerity or stickability.
they are soo devious it's not funny.
But Remember they are your friends.
Yea yet they are friends. Friends to the end. Only what end?
Yet noty all friends are like that, there are a few true true friends.
Uncondional, consumate, most genuine, not mimic.
Cherish them most kindly and warmly.
it not in the way you make a man
even the quality of living is unstable
new zealanders are flooding into thousand oaks like
similar valleys for the corruption entrees
soo many spill outs from the economic offerings
please bring the handsome warrior of sex with!
amazing
the spending habituals of teenage frolicking
60-80 and 90 year old rotted l death ven diagram
oasis retreat me never gossip gotherians
and the make a move already boys with holsters attache me now
hip hop grief
no code enforcement, she loud inside the outs of krogers
calling in her blame,, ,5,0, silent trooper, undered the statey
husband codes like adam smith gettin babs seat
Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume
“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great
This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors
Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume
“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great
This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors
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bested friscans, outed
not a vow about it
sheens and dreams
cameroon once held blooms in truth
never hid out in bosnia long enough
with opened hands
looking be kind at him
israelly waters eyes so himilayan
an trapped
too wrapped in his daughters heyday's
brazillia soo wild and repressed
from americaint pick up the bodies
melted frets in my brush
strokes forgetting
english frustraiting the curved bowties
#I_am_an_Afrikan
Rose from dusty arid land of these great mountains and forests, guided and quenched by life breeding rivers and lakes, my mind and head kept at landscapes soo nurturing and grinding, the rare breeding ancestorline of blackmen. Breathed into my nostrils and system, is sharp crafted wisdom, meant to keep me sane and in perspective
vested in me, is compassion, humility and diginity, the great inheritance imparted to me by my forefathers. I speak in staticness and great courage and boldness in my voice, unwaveringly saying"I'm a afrikan"
weakness and cowardness make way, whenever I ascend podium of expressing my whereabouts, intergrity is what warms my mind and voice and I feel elevated beyond measures, Afrika is my begining and my ending, Afrika! Land of my forefathers, great origin, reach and strong culture and heritage, then who stand to question me, when Afrika is my breathing land, dare not to say how nor why for I am an Afrikan
#Poetic_Ink
Blowing through my area for a few days
gust making temperature bitterly cold
rushing underneath my coat; soo bold
penetrating my layers of clothing and boots
siphoning my body natural warmth
hands throbs with pain; gloves no help
feet and face froze noticeably numb
leg bones stiffening as I continue to step
restricting my singing and dancing blood flow
left me feeling empty, cold, and stiff head to toes
wondering, "are you trying to steal my heart and soul?"
I could murder a curry, Death mumbled under his voice
A Terry Pratchett icon in his fantastic discworld universe
Imagination…the inspiration of many
This legend awe inspiring…
Every book, every tale
Breathing new life into each
Even as his was failing
A small token of homage
For soo many hours spent
Ensconced in his world
All his characters my friends
Feeling familial traits even in luggage, the many legged suitcase
I explore tiffs world with her little blue men
And my heart broke with all, when granny Weatherwax saw her end
My favourite character to be sure, i cried and cried
I only lived that book once as it crushed me inside
So I re read the old tales where she’s living a new
All the while feeling that her character was you
I broke just as much, when I heard you were gone
The end of an era, new tales now anon
A tribute to my favourite author anew
We all drop our hats..
Terry Pratchett it’s you
amazing soo locks
historic downtown flare
shadowed by canada
view of rich soo locks
grand hotel that's aged well
among new venues
Maybe it's the face that we put on,
That makes us feel like everything is alright,
But we are all soo broken,
That it weighs heavily when we take it off at night.
We play pretend,
Like we know what's going on inside,
But the truth,
It's always been a losing fight.
We are all born grey,
All of us are,
May be some darker than others,
The ones drowning at the bar.
We are all losing the fight to life,
It was from the beginning, a losing bet,
The tiny glimpses of love and happiness blinds us,
The truth! We are all trying to get by before death.
Life gets us all,
It spares not a single one,
So put that face back on again,
Atleast try to have some fun,
So put that face back on again,
And find that reason under the sun.
From all imperfections of life, there, staged WOMEN on the reflective side of living, optimizing the cons 'n pros of bing mortal, with creation soo alertly constructed to ease and siege tribulations escorting lyf...
From birth, inaugurated with leadership, though cultural norms and ethics blurrd by in-denial to the plausable fact, which lies undefined for is barely tangible to man insecurity
To Earth, strapped life from her soothed back, with hands that nurtures livelihood of her offspring, outruning flaws and trials statued to living, that lingers on the projection light of her halve being.
#Poetic_Ink
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