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Hate

Morals uprooted, the trickle of time the life of a man, the life of a lie the solace thoughts of a broken thing, with the lack of being a human being, hate. Death an disease the signs of poverty the blood that trickles down  to the  knee, rape. Abused an cast out a frozen cattpillar never reaching its full potinal, a thought that seems so deep but it’s so simple, love gone astray replaced by hate, still having the people stuck in slavery days. The sun makes it routes but it’s doesn’t shine no light for man, it’s always night. Breaking the chains, changing the times embarking on space to escape a small place trying to reach heaven, not to get in but just to see the gates, hate if the creator abandoned the created then who takes the reigns who leads the right path so the horses don’t go estray , do they roam free. Are follow a code, who now knows the right way to go, hate instant gratuities has taken place. Not looking for tomorrow just embracing today, so pleasure an pain seem to co-exist killing ourselves but saying we love it, hate a waterfall trickles it just seems to pour crying for the ones that can’t be found anymore we bury are dead but, manage their memory’s in a place that only seems to be fit for dreams. In the end their thoughts seem like scary dreams, hate, fire and brimstone, a broken piece of coal applying the pressure, to harvest a stone, life’s never easy an life’s never great, but it takes time to turn, imperfections into something great, hate

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Try More Die More Cry More

Death threw the fire. Flames an a casket images in my mind and I can’t stand it changing my thought only to understand it never seen destruction but I can understand it if life brings fire an fire brings pain why is there still a fire light in the middle of the rain out poor’s out poor’s crying and the shame lie destroy water that trickles down as rain, ashes an destruction hindering hypothetic Hindus that lie the way kids do when you ask if they died,, cry more cry more the life that were living cast out lames live life with no point die more try more lie more, exhale what’s the point why should we even try more try more all my people die more than pain that’s insane gas with no flame watch the world burn flesh melts off trying more try more to try more we lie more to get through that last line I had to cry more show more pain, the sun doesn’t shine the moon bring pain laughter of the masses like jackals hidden in the shadows of the back of your pain cry more lie more try more lame no feet so you don’t successed you steady stay the same in the same place with the same neck hide your face in my pain try more cry more die more shame dark thoughts like if I live life more backwards it spells evil in a way so if I try more people die more then will all go insane, pray more stay more keep it all the same walk more talk more will make it through this pain , rage is a opposition to get past the day raging flings with wild things just to hide the oppression that the last one I left she'll proclaim my best selection try more cry more make it through the pain not seeing light just living through the day try more cry more dark thoughts this a dark art that grows daily in the back of my brain, brought about by the wisdom brought about by the truth that you’ve been lied to an you don’t know what to do, so we lie more to try more to make it through the pain try more die more will get through the shame

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Insain Thoughts

Lost in space lost in time with a dream of a world to take as mine one hand full of wishes the other hand filled with plans figured if I mix them together ill come up with something grand bright lights can be your biggest fan will you standing on the sideline of the grandest game in all the land understanding a complex’s that leaves the mind complexes is the only thing I seem to understand there has to be something out there I have to be something great I have to be missing something, there has to be another road that I can’t take, flying threw space will im planted on the ground I swear there has to be another way out living life by the night rather sleep the day away you couldn’t live past my last mistake a strong man grows weak when there’s nothing to eat a sain man goes in sain blame it on the lack of sleep hypothetically I seen it coming understanding voice that I didn’t see coming hearing an re-hearing the same thing makes me wonder is life just a big dream, will the vultures look at you like your just a big piece of meat waiting for you to give up so they can feast never, because I never been a quitter are so I say but I walked away from a problem yesterday I walked away from a bottle walked away from a friend kicked it with an enemy, so the road of self-destruction begins never been a quitter, always had a plan but what’s the planner to do when things don’t go as planned, make new plans? So I erase what I planned start with a new plan with the same intentions just wrote out a little different, either way life’s my ocean and I have to swim it either way life’s my weed and I have to finish either way life’s my dream an I have to end it, sheesh trying to find a way to ease the pain bottle of pain pills will help take the pain away but ****it im to cheap I’ll just go eat an plan suicide another day today ill just dream, people claim I walk around like I haven’t a care in the world, but I walk around dazed like I don’t understand how to be the man an these plans I’ll be dammed to stay still I just want to win *****I just want those pills, thoughts of suicide like give death a chance pops walked away now who’s there to help me stand mom died, who’s there to give me hugs last girl I loved ended up with another scrub ****it who’s there to love one chance at this have to make it right do I pop these pills an slowly end fade into the white are do I go out in a bang rob a couple grocery store so the news finds out my name now that would bring my family shame, but who could really blame a young black kid that got kicked out at 15, because of some stupid *****he did that left him with a scar on his face and a shattered heart who learned on that day that this worlds to dark, who learned that day a simple new art an wished life was a game so he can press restart,

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My Soul Crys

the hollow presence of things unseen seem to be my biggest blessing cursed to live in a world were the wrong decision can be your enemy's best weapon. learned to live by my elders learn to die by the youth even in the midst of the storm ill find my way threw.. the dark truth addicted to money woman an lies attracted to neon because those lights are so bright. fear hidden by courage, so courage shadows the pain inflicting the rage that sometimes ends my most hurtful days. dont cry. is what they told me so i hold my pain in thinking well the pains got to end. at some point along the road i had to have drifted off because the road that im taking has me lost..ha suddle thoughts i must be on the same road as love because know one can find us so im trying my best to find the path that takes me home the path that gets e of this long road. danm this is roads so cold. dont cry. the suttle days seem to fade away like problems do i use to get used but now i just move no relationships that last because friends end up like memory's somewhere in my past.dont cry, whats the point of a lie to cover a lie why not tell the truth, ill give it a try my differences seem to attract people in my life who seem to have dreams of me flying high living that wealthy life....wish I could see what you do. dont cry,, looking in the mirror the images does change but who said that things should stay the same,,, dont cry tears dont show but i can fill them flow but i keep a straight face so you'll never know. images haunt me like my mom in that coffin, danm that *****hurt my moms in a coffin, they said let go youll make it threw, danm that lie sounds good, i only wish it was true. dont cry

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Fire

Fire enlightened by a flame that burns Bright memories in my mind bring desireA cold world heated by fireTime stands still, but still things changeHeated arguments—an untouched argument fills the air with fumesThe wrong word might make a spark and start a fireThe little things seem to matter the mostUnspoken words seem to creep up my throat like an untamed fireIt seems to climb up the wall until it reaches the hall & screams out, "Fire!"But I bite my tongue and keep what I should say inBecause last night we let our words take us to a place where friends don't goI guess we were caught in the fire of desire as I touched youI slipped off your dress, kissing you from your lips to your neck to your chestWorking my way down your middle, headed to put out that fireAs I pass your belly button, I feel the flameI flirt with the fire and kiss your inner thighsThe flame starts to sweatI know it's time I put my head between your legs and talk to the flameYou speak for it, so you keep saying my name,"Yes, Joe! Go slow. Right there, don't stop. I'm right there…"As I keep licking your flameFilled with desire, I come up from a fireYour eyes scream desire, so I'll get on topBut we can switch roles—we got all nightWe can go slow playing with fire entrapped in desireOne spark of loveThe flame gets us higher

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Family Tree

oves reminder that were not alone. a broken heart never a broken home, the strength of family helps us grow, its been a long trip down this road, family members die, but there never gone images seem to remind us that we need to stay strong we fuss an fight, but we make it threw life hands throws us curveballs. so we hit home runs. if it takes a village to raise a child. then were a nation full of chiefs. family dinners. chirstmas tress. who can ever forget those thanksgiving feast. sweet potato, pies peach cobler  my favorite treats. distants cant keep us a part, i see the traits we pass down in the youngest of are generation my familys great, are strengths amazing, my love for ya'll will never fade i love you more an more everyday , threw the good  an threw the bad, tears an smiles even when were mad i cant image were i be, so here ill sit an think under my family tree.

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Thoughts of Love

stuck in my thoughts, im trying to escape who wouldve thought that love could be such a blissfull place. a way to escape my solitude, the writing on the wall lead to you, a rose grew from a diamond in the ruff, pushed threw a place with no space until it formed a flaw an made its great escape . Who would've thought a man that never learned to love, could figured out how to love you so much, an who would've thought this love could be formed by the softest touch a brief moment in time, a simple thought of you being mine, would form thoughts of spending a lifetime together an end that lifetime with god i need a life line because im trying to spend forever, because i never believed in soulmates until i met you, but then again i never believed in love at first sight, but now i know its true, after all theses thoughts unravels after my mind finshes this battle how do i express to you that i just dont want to have sex with you, but i wanna stand next to you . just because im at my best with you. in love with the things you do nobody compares to you . crumble a empire make water an fire co-exsit for you. just so i can stand next to you. an tell you truthfully an honestly without a doubt in my mind that im whats best for you an that im in love with you.

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In Search

A feather blowing in the wind, no directions it has no friends unsure of where it will meet its end, only sure of where it begin it used to be part of a great beast flying around the sky, a feather on a eagles wings until the day it fell of now it knows nothing of what it’s been taught, a feather blowing in the wind not looking for love not looking for friends just floating around trying to learn its end, it knows how it begin but still unsure of how it will end, floating by ponds and streams from windshield wipers to kids sleep having a dream of make believe oh how it wants to scream wake up things aren’t what they seem, a feather floating in the wind not looking for love, has no use for a friend, passerby seem to pass away like the old man sitting at the park yesterday feeding the birds and then a bang now that old man won’t see another day are the baby in the stroller drunk driver driving mom an baby got ran over, the feather wonders I bet that man wishes he was sober. Here’s a gust of wind the feather moves overseas an past the ocean , now he’s were lions an deer’s seem to feast but people starve how could have things went so wrong, open coal mines polluted air signs the read it’s not safe to be here, guys with guns kids with dreams a loaded clip ends the dreams start a nightmare worse fear of a parent but it’s hard when danger is always so apparent living life on the wind no were in mind just circling storm clouds come the rain sets the feather down flows on a stream its swimming now down through the gutters into the filth everybody hides there secrets in the filth cold nights, bring pain rainbows seem to follow the rain but it’s been rain so hard the feather can’t see a thing so It looks to the heavens it looks to the hell no fears just thinking oh well I made it through yesterday I saw what I needed this worlds so corrupt it be easy to leave it so the feather in camped in the rain decides it’s time to fade an so it does never to see another day never to fill another pain, will it was floating along doing its thing

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Just Me

the dreams i cherish are the wings on which i soar. i live my life by a set of rules that even a monk could grow to adore i may not be perfect, are always make the right descions but i can whether the storms an keep on living i live my life on my feet but i know how to pray i cant stay still cause good things always have to change. i pray for forgiveness an i believe if my moms looking down she can see im trying to make her proud of me my life is a gift an a curse humans emotions have the tendency of making me fill as worthless as dirt. but dirt in its state is part of this earth so i guess in a way that makes me priceless so dont question my worth i live my life based on descioson some good an some bad. i learn from my mistakes an work on getting pass my past. i show love anger an peace an i deal out those emotions which such elegancy that would lead a angel to believe that its okay to envy me a simple human being, i rest in the arms of god that leads me to perfect peace. i believe in tomorrow but i cherish today i dont hurt the ones that hurt me i just forgive them in a understanding way. so in conclusion if this writing made any since i have to say if you dont understand me this is what i meant to say i hope i make you proud of me love me for the man that im going to be cherish me today an dont forget i loved you yesterday today an a month ago. but now you must forgive me i have place i need to go

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Shattered Pieces

Have you ever seen a broken heart up close.. did it show you the road it took to get down to that road did it spill out all of its dreams an hopes have you ever seen a broken heart up close, di you sit and have a conversation were there times in that conversation you had to admit that person sounded so amazing an how it ended really kind of just sounded crazy, a whole lifetime of dreams an wishes kisses an hugs passions an ignoring the apparent because that’s what love does, have you ever sat down and looked at a broken hearts pieces an how there broken so un even, and the after math of that after blast you get confused on how this broken heart keeps beating, were the strive what’s the drive, will its sitting on the ground dreams hope an love look like blood covering the ground no one to love it no one to take the time to comfort it the last one it had holding it got tired an dropped it have you ever. I bet the answer if never sat and had a conversation with a broken heart an started to hate the person that broke it apart are took the time to fix it how could you ever love someone who built you up then dipped your heart into a fountain of love with the same color as gold then let it cool an dropped it from the thirty floor of a apparent at the bottom was no pool so the splash turned into a shatter left the heart scattered all over the place blood lining the faces of the people at the bottom not because they didn’t see him falling but nobody caught him, so now they share in the pain get entrapped by the rage, an pray for the day that there pains taking away and the last piece if found of that broken heart and its put in a frame an now its art,