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Short Sweet To the Point

people put on masks to hide the face of reality but it does not hide the actuality of the soul when rattled i do not flee i battle on to the end in anger a beating of the body is better than beating to a image of the men we were raised to be

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Read This If You Care About the World

Read this if you care about the world ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Imprisonment is meant for the sadistic, inhumane acts of evil and destruction of man kind in itself. To be locked away with nothing but your thoughts your wonder and the ever lasting of coming to know whatever sick and twisted individual you maybe rapist murderer,and so on. For punishment it self is some what of different views from the old courthouse hangings in many western films,to the views of inhumanity in it self of human kind for the will of a more white soul to the actions bestowed in the acts of judgment from the electric chair to the lethal injections of today's world. Today's world is kinda a touchy subject in the eyes of many the many who suffer day to to day in the downward spiral of the american dream we all heard of as children for the idea of a society built from generation to generation . To the rapacious business men of high society living a life of luxury on the flying carpet of inflation rate and the backs of the survival of the common man. For the common is man is the true prisoner for with some complex thinking for the act of thinking is a disappearing art,sad indeed the author speaks these words but in true the common man is imprisoned to the fact of what is he going to do to live? Where is next meal coming from? How will he provide for his family? For in today's world your rich or your poor. For the middle class is extinction all in it self. For does any one ask where does the money go? For our society among est it self is build on generations of generations of paying in and paying in. Yet we our the most broke now then we have ever been a phenom in it self correct? Hmm in my views of personal matters a country who imports then it exports will never make a dollar simple as supply and demand we have no supply so we have no demand. Still our system is build on thousands trying to pull the wool over eyes of thousands over and over again. The same dollars taxed many many times over for just to print money with no value behind it is just bad business with it self. For our for fathers believed in the all mighty act of trade and barter shocking right? Makes you ask why we abandon the ways of the past? For to advance in a forward direction in the grand sceem of things is a great and wonderful thing but to fix something that is not broken and to stray away from the guidelines set by the founders of the nation is another, in a sense go slap your grandma is the mouth and now think about America. For i am not writing with the answer to these troubles for i am sure we all have our own solutions for i am writing in a sense to awaken. For america is the land of free right?, still we move closer to communism every day. Every day more and more decisions are made for the future of you me and future generations still we the people are never informed for you vote is nothing in a dirty system money is the vote for love makes the world go around but money greases the wheels. For we are country who will log on to Facebook to see what were going to be concern today anything from drug testing for welfare to the rebel flag to gay marriage. Education is a powerful tool thinking is powerful tool minumplation is the most powerful tool for many brains are zombie each day still all i ask is you to think and think for the next voice you encourage could be the one we need to put common sense back in the world and make a country for the people by the people like it was intended to be for i did not touch on all the matters and one would spend a life time writing but something must give in the world we face the world we live and the world we all once knew in generations past as a land of jobs and chances at a living and not being held town by people who dont want you to advance your education

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Building of a Empire You

the side hunt of another being distracts from the main goal the bigger picture new blood in the tribe all ways brings new thunder in the lighting storm of a cloud to rest tribesmen warriors questioned on there Integrity coucils held in different ways non
traditoal ways many societys in the past life many crumbles many edgeings craved in stone from past generations in the over all lifeform many civalazations  crumbled before the one being build before the eyes of the laborers the laborers of the temple the foundation of the 
lifeform The structue of which u create for ur self the old carpenters saying mesaure twice 
cut once comes to mind we all might not come out square every mock up but the 
ability to adjust and measure up time and time again to become the master piece 
we all want to become is the test of the builder within

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Fire Wind Earth Fire

ears made for hearing plugged by the surrounding 
poisoned by sprites torn and dragged threw the dirt talks of profession all around talks of struggle 
talks of poverty talks of great depression talks of growth talks of legacy talks of the future just an image portrayed by a face in the crowd en rooted
in the growth to the life of the tree of fruit a waterer a grounds keeper to the health of the nature vainished in soul trapped in body trapped in mind to an inferno burning the insides of inner memory answering to the calls of many answering to the mouths speaking at the body who stands before the eyes of need all for one reason all for the bearer of life still were not living were existing in the lifes of others the puropse unknow of the road we face still nagavitng with the vaules infused in soul honesty intergity and the right of human nature for the best of karma and for the hopes of a better tommrow and a life one would dream of living trapped by the down pull of the universe the gravity bestowed at our feet the chains we can not break free from a life of poverty is a life of blessing a blessing of attitude a blessing of value a blessing of pride as the waves of sorrow drown the surrounding one is to wonder to keep swimming or drift beneath the current life vests are rare in the world sunamis soilders ready for war just to intouch with traniquaily to bother with a battle

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Leaders Flash Before Ur Eyes

As the days grow older as the world spins the vicious cycle countiunes. The unity of one drifts further from the shoreline. Words spoken in the past still echo the air waves of today. One can only ponder the thoughts of great culture icons as the influenced thousands with there thoughts and out looks on the world. All ways different to take a look at the world threw another eyes. To walk miles upon miles in another shoes is truly a horse of a different color. Leaders embracing thoughts of change for the common good of his fellow man forever growing and strengthening the nation of human kind. To be chosen in a unknown destiny, to be bestow the message insight to the madness surrounding man kind. A honor that comes with a truly a brutal and sicking acts of heinous action bestowed from one to another. For the balance of light and darkness good and evil struggle in the on going power shifts. The unknown is truly the most honorific things we face, thus education is the most powerful tool against the slaughter of man kind. For man kind is a destroyer of his self. The arrogance of all religion to the government affiliation you associate yourself with. All threw out history the crusaders of thought slain before the eyes of the zombies. To see the light at the end of a tunnel is a long road to hoe but to navigate the shadows of idocity is a life time of struggle i myself listen and only hope some one with the chance to project the thoughts of common sense and integrity to your common man will step forward and lead like the dreamer and teach us to imagine for the guidelines of life are not in some books there in the hearts and mind of the thinker the mouth on the airwaves singing to the air waves projecting to thousands

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She Talks To Angels

She talks to angels but what is she speaking? What are the prayers she is asking 
for,the mystery that the remains the question i ask. Dont understand the 
mystery of her actions is it a test of will to morals is a test of the music that has 
plagued our brains well not our brains in general but mine more than anything. 
Still the song continues songs unite us in new ways bring new memories new 
vibes to life. Still its new life to my soul new oxygen to my blood ironic due to the 
fact blood is the color of my mood till recently. Not the same as things as i have 
felt before but still similar to mind games of the past. Still a fool for the challenge 
a fool for soul in healing i have been a healer for many years similar to my counter 
parts. Still i am more accepting to my curse of karma. A healer is a man of 
different color all together. Denial courage hope who really knows i have wrote 
this before on the walls that burn slowly around us the walls that hold the vulture 
perched among us.Still more surround us I cant ignore in my writings. The term 
thick as thieves been throwed around over the years thick as thieves the thieve is 
a solo artist in the acts of there surroundings an act of there own individuality 
looking out for numbero uno so to speak. No thieves are thick just thick in the 
pockets of there hell they create. The evil does not win the bad times out weight 
the good it will end. PIss off enough people some one will stand weather it be in 
anger violence or speech in there own matters..j.h.g

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Movies

turn the page to a chapter of the book of life a mystery to how ur story is told. Who is the writer the author of ur tale some often ponder is the being within yourself is it a higher power who is one to really judge Some times we often test where we stand and what boundries we can cross and challenge that is the ulimate test of two souls weather the realtionship they share love business etc. I myself have a stronger bond to music and how it effects my life i am often to judge the out come based on the tune in my head I can not control the outcome by the tune playing just a insight really I often wonder the tune of my outcome but i am not meant to know the memories the still frames in the mind what about poetry in motion a desire for a motion picture in trapped in the memories of many is what i dream of and i have built toward this with each soul i affect drama happiness love sadness action its all generes of todays movie culture who will stick around to watch and who will walk out before the curtain is drawn only u can judge who is worth selling a ticket to ur demise ur destiny ur everything ur complete and uther descruction who do u want to watch and who do u want to say the box office is sold out to who will u allow to play a roll in ur picture is the question but where the actors and actresses are at is another story all together who is real who will win the tony You are the director the background music is your choice i feel the gudline is there by most strandards and the way u were raised but its up to you to make the plot thicken good or bad who knows the out come

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Angel Stalker

a watcher from a distance at the words spoken from a man of true color a man 
with a flow of speech in written terminology like no other. Lost in thought at the 
power of words. Some say actions speak louder than words do,but to counteract 
this the pen is mighty than the sword. The walls that surround me daily so much 
written some of great wisdom some of comedy some words written by the 
forgotten the lost the wondering still searching to practice that that they preach. 
So hmm i speak pass a message along no matter the message u never know 
what some positive insight can mean to the eyes that stare past u into the 
deeper workings of ur innerself

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Thinking Again

The fairy tale a powerful message about morals about courage about education. 
Some say are lifes are written out is  it something  permanent like ink
or erasable like pencil is a question i have often pondered. The writtings before of 
me are a man unsure with himself lost almost in the art of the good act and 
blinded by love to behold the grand illusion. So hmm I have found a new anthem 
a new lease on myself. In the mass destruction of my mind the rebuilding has 
begun. A new man has imagered  in  a new surrounding with new opportunity at his 
feet. A new generation under him seeking his guidance bonded over music 
watered blood but still blood weather a different last name ethnicity. A pleat-her of 
rebuilding in the world. So hmm i have begun to see myself know myself in a way 
that i have never felt a new phoenix has risen in my soul  good riddance to the 
negative vibe within me. I can never understand but the pondering and the 
images in my mind will remain.

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Goth Floyd

to sit and listen to the guitar ring in the memory
that is etched in my brain to see the men burn and the epic scream to see the light jump across the prism One to only write with the image portrayed i can only ponder and begin to feel the emotion of the bass and the melody flow within for to seal a deal with the devil for the lust of the darken soul with such a light of interest that peaks one to scream hey you but the wall remains the same knock one brick for another for one to chill the mind of a mad man with a sense of numbness for the race has been run for thousands of hours in the span of a little over two decades a glimpse a locking as the handshake of fire etched in the skin like a cattle iron of days past to tomorrows future a puzzle of a tale i spin and to nervous to piece the pattern of thinking to acting to learning to fly it has been an anthem for many but with out the winds of education the flight is hopeless for to soar we must fall but to fall and flatten is one question of time the narrator i ask for i would like to smoke a cigar of great success for a labor of love is truly a welcoming to a machine that we call the simplicity of life