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A Stereotype of Me

You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're unsatisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll never change the way I love
And you can fight for you're dominion 
But I'm worth a million times the weight 
Of a dogmatist's opinion 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

Did you ever think that you could see me 
Past the prejudice you hold 
I'm not the picture you created
I'm not the things that you were told 

You're voice is long since dead to me 
I won't even be provoked 
When it hurt you to see me smile   
The things you said went up in smoke 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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The Face of the Earth

Am I the only one who doesn't care it's raining?
That it's cold outside and no one's on the street 
When the wind is blowing a hundred miles an hour 
And the earth decides to shake its fist at me  

When the elements electrocute my senses 
And lightning carves the sky with angry streaks 
When flying branches shatter picket fences 
And thunder gives an awe inspiring speech 

When the water that surrounds me churns and vomits 
And the shoreline has no choice but to retreat 
Not a morsel of my soul is craving shelter
I choke on rain and plant my stubborn feet 

This is the fragile life that we inherit 
These are the numbered days that mark my place
The Earth can be so damn intimidating
But I'm happy any time it shows its face

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Sins In the Sand

We are taught not to judge but how far does that go?
Yes, we're all taught to love but how much of it shows?

We like to throw stones at the devil's scapegoats
Yet the ears that will listen are hearing this quote:

"Judge not lest ye be judged", and isn't it true?
Or are some people so bad that our judgment is due?

Did you think that salvation was exclusive to you?
If you light fires of judgment won't you be consumed?

I can't speak for you but I don't want to judge people
After all, under God we are all loved as equals

When I join the accuser and his self-righteous band
Somehow I can see my own sins in the sand

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A Son of God

They say the One who loves me most
Is nothing but a hoax 
They say the God who gave me breath
Is just a wise old anecdote 

They say I lack accountability 
And self-esteem, and truth
But I know the wretched man I am
I need no further proof

Yet who are they to say
Christ’s loving hands weren’t pierced for me?
Can they take back the alabaster 
That anointed Him to bleed?

Can they not see I am indebted? 
For I was never worth the cost
I might as well have been the Roman
Who nailed Him to the cross

He could have left me as a wicked man
To die and then be gone
But by His blood and sacrifice
I became a son of God





1 John 3 New (NKJV): 3 "Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God!..."

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Winter's Relief

Let winter come 
And freeze the sky 
No more will shadows cast  
Let showers turn to heaps of snow 
With gardens hidden deep 

Let working cease 
Migration fly  
Let herds to safety dash 
Farmers idle, fires glow 
No fields left to reap 

My picket fence
Blockaded high
No perfect cobbled path
Let winter come, and snowstorms blow   
I need some time to sleep  

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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The Cheater That He Is

Passion made its case 
No time for contemplation 
Full steam ahead, that new infatuation 

Two bodies blended sweetly
But the body tricks the mind 
Somewhere along a heart was left behind 

But he was so alluring 
Like magnets, his brown eyes 
And a smile that could hide a million lies 

And in that cheaters bottle 
Was the antidote to guilt  
So numb until the morning it was spilled 

When the sun illuminated 
The unfaithful things he did
He finally caught a glimpse of what he is

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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Equalitoria

To a place with no money
I'm takin' a hike
Where you work for your food 
And you build what you like 

No permit is needed 
For the castle we'd build 
No laws must be heeded
For the deer that we'd kill 

A town marketplace 
Where citizens share 
And the stock market crashes 
But nobody cares 

And the smell of fresh food 
Is rich in the air 
Cause the barber must eat 
For cutting our hair 

And the hunters are tired 
From catching the game 
And the culligan man 
Is catching the rain 

And the doctors and lawyers 
They never complain 
They sold their Mercedes' 
But they're happy they came 

The police are not crooked 
Just fat as can be 
Not a whole lot to do
When everything's free  

Not a single hard worker 
Is wanting to leave 
There's just one blasted problem
It's only a dream

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A Nickel and a Dime

I only have a nickel and a dime
I can't take you out for lunch
Are you still mine?
I cannot buy you pretty rings of gold
To compliment that hand I love to hold
I am not a part of any high class clubs
But I'm passionate
And I can give you love
I love you
More then cash or anything
I love you
More then serenades could sing
I love you
Higher then a mountains peak
I love you
Deeper then an oceans wreath
I love you
Brighter then the sun can shine
But I only have a nickel and a dime



By Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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He Was a Good Kid

His childhood was volatile 
Every morning violence was his alarm clock
And every night he fell asleep 
To the lullaby of screaming voices
To the symphony of anger and broken glass

But he was a good kid

When the streets became his parents
The criminals became his brothers
He grew accustomed to a rugged lifestyle
Never safe, never steady
In places where others would quiver with fear
He smiled and laughed

He never had the money to play sports
Or a chance in hell to go to college
He never had a family outing
Or even a decent homecooked meal
And they wondered why there were drugs in his pocket
And they wondered why there was blood on his boots

In a holding cell, he could relax
In prison, he was at home
He smashed peoples faces as if he were watering flowers
He painted the floors red like his fury was artwork
But his conscience was very much alive
Because he was a good kid

Nobody taught him leadership, but he always changed rules that were unfair
Nobody taught him loyalty, but he could always be trusted
Nobody taught him to be kind, but he was thoughtful and caring
Nobody nourished his morality, but he protected the weak

If you could look through the prison orange he wore
If you could see the blood and tears that paved his road
If you could watch his flashbacks
If you could look inside his soul
And see the honest heart that beats inside his chest 
You would say:
This man is innocent
Let him go

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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Outside the Box

She has a flaming spirit 
That could never be confined 
A burning creativity
That makes her daydreams shine

A hope for something better 
Only seen because she tries 
A long since dead idea
Resurrected by her eyes 

She looks right past our atmosphere 
It can't contain the sky
She's got a canvas stretching light-years
And a paintbrush that can fly

Every heartbreak that she's come across 
Is waiting now to dry
In a portrait she created 
To remind her of those times

There's a symphony she's hearing
To every other ear sublime 
A tune that can't live in the box 
But smashes all four sides

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos