I play the burlgar of the gates
Of the constant paradigm
Which states that never is too late
To clarify the hidden scheme
What makes the power powerful
What makes submission obligated
Could be an energy of fool,
Collective fool that is dictated
To do the right, as it was taught
But what seemed proper, fades with time
Appears another face of God
Unjustice gets a justify
The devil’s advocates have won
Concealed arrangement, sealed and signed
Was a conclusion, long foregone
And what seemed fair, turns out a lie
But as I crack the secret code
And enter in, I see the same
Dimmed room, as if it was foretold
To be repeated in the game.
You are free to shoot
fair words on
unjustice... but not free
to shoot bellicose artifacts
mortals...!
You are free to drop
prejudices for life...
but not to plunder
the consecrated
and concentrate history...
We must shelter the works
of our splendid artists!
Not general anti-democracy,
no total obscurantism!
Anomie, no!
Coup, no!
Sweet is only a matter of taste gentle for the soul who dosnt dearve the kind words
She dosnt prejudge she only contemaplates
The outcome
that'll be the final verdict she say's don't worry if you was figjting for the wrong cause it'd be plain for all to see
And as I behold the spell she dosnt even blink to cast
It's her burning desire yet to be fully understood
A compelling conversation she seeks to engage
to initiate. And then there's a need she feels
A pull so strong its a battle to fight back
Minds can't deny tell me tragedy can be prevented
Tell me disaster is only a matter of time
a matter is only a moment that never last forever
See now you know the unspoken is so dear gravity dares me to take the plunge
Her heart signals me to look in her eyea I look and see stealth and secretive thoughts she can't seem to hide, success to those who succeed I'm only sweet till you feel the sorrow I still hear the souls that scream for the unjustice that was done
a minute is a memory yet the hours they spend strengthimg the needy is a powershift, strickly the advantage is clear, others see but don't say a word
message I no longer attempt
My momas always told me always let the good out weigh the bad,
2012 has truely served her adage true justice, friends have been lost, high school transition has been plain out rough, my fire has been put out by crimanals bitter unjustice, threw this all i have still managed to sketch a smile on my pale, weeri, tired, stressed face, my momas adage always ran threw my head so i always smiled and found the best out of every impediment that stood in my way, my favorite thing about 2012 was learning that i could be bold, that i could be brave, and that i could over come heartbreak
joni havard
10/29/12
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