Lifetime

Head on tight
But can't say without fright
Area was dilapidated and infiltrated
With those who had been intimidated
By society's standards
And their commanders
The one's who dictate laws and regulate interactions
But can they really be faulted
For the young apprentice that was assualted
At the same time the forest green turned to dusty brown
When the side of his lifeless face fell to the concrete ground?

Fingers refer to more than 200 years
But that is not why my eyes are inundated with tears
Providers of the young
Would prefer that they play out in the sun
Than study in home and get SOME book smarts
While the adults ask idiotic questions and state asinine remarks
WHAT? That's not your child!?
SOOOOOO, why are you videotaped saying, "Don't bring ya a** home if you lose"
Right......in the middle.....of the crowd!?

Oh okay. Maybe it's in your DNA.
Like roadkill has rabies
The Hispanics make babies and
The Chinese choose suicide
If the parents are unrealistically not satisfied.
No, not being racist or anti-semitic
Just trying to make the pressing social issues embedded
In your mind
So that with time
We can prevent
Another unnecessarily tragic incident

-R.I.P. Derrion Albert-

Got Till It's Gone

Summer's sun gives birth to a child
The days are yearning for a sustained journey
He infuses the barren Earth with his waters
For it to only sprout dying roses

leaves Fall, as friends remain
As mirages on the seas
It seems as though he is changing
But only as pedals on dying roses

Insufficient material Winters that came
Provoked this being from carnal gratitude
His work has done an abundance of little impact
To effect the inevitability of dying roses

The repute of the man has not left Spring
His laurels barely beat his derision
The heedlessness induced the irony
Of the dying of red roses

Pastime Paradise

Openness was fixed
Youth was missed
Acceptance was key
The key to misery
Goals were farfetched
Pedigree wasn't the best
Fantasy was an abyss
An abyss that became enamoredness
Unorthodox was a trait
That was created not by fate
Eccentricity was not desired
It was a characteristic that was acquired
By philiophobia
Which was promoted and worsened
By those who are currently cursed in
The life of someone
Who is treated like the only son
That must trailblaze
A way of living for the older age
Judgment and criticism came
As unmerited suffering and longlasting pain
Due to those who did not understand
What it took for him to become a man
So people laugh and condescend
The fact that he has no true "common friend"
All because one failed to be
A typical statistic of society.

Something Inside

Listen
As it robs you of your youth:
Tears shed
Blood smeared
But why?
Ostentatious, inanimate objects
Acclaimed that brings shame
For those who think sane
Brings you to a masqueraded zenith
Only to attempt to strive for
Something that will be no more
They put it on your agenda
Make you want to surrender
All of your values
To achieve a new phantom
That you didn't want
But it's too late
Philos
Has been replaced by
Eros
Which has been promoted by
Them who use it
Unscrupulously
As propoganda to influence
Those who are ingenuous
To social issues
It is multiplying
By the many
Who are dying
Unnecessary deaths
Deaths of the oppressed
For so many years
That it brings previous generations to tears
When they wished
That the headline such as this
Was just a horrific dream:
"BLACK MAN GUNNED DOWN AT THE AGE OF 15"
-June 2, 2009-

Adore

If I am not him, then why treat me like him?
Have I done anything to assure you that he is me?
Check that, that I am him?
He's disrespected you, shamed you, and defamed you
Yet you give him the crown?
If I were to abuse you, then would you respect me?
If I were to be wayward, would you then give me credit?
Years went pass without accolades, time has faded without glorification
Everything I do is for naught so why continue?
I continue for myself. Continue for my pride.
No longer will I wait for you to tell me how far I can reach or how high I can climb.
No longer will you hold me back with your envious mannerisms or your insidious nature.
I'm doing this for myself, for others who have been in my same predicament.
I am a trailblazer, an originator
Never again to be held down by a manipulator,
Such as yourself.
You are defeated. You are extinct.
You will no longer tug my soul to the brink
Of destruction
You are corruption
Desolating everything in sight
You have all of the family in fright
But not I
I am done
Done being chased. Done being the one
That you pick on
The one that you go on
But my backbone is found
So I'm standing my ground
Say what you want
But no longer will you flaunt
Your jealous ways and influence me
I have grown above and beyond the misery
That you continue to give
So with that being said,
From this point on,
I decide to live
Not for you or not for anyone else
But for me
Because today I am reclaiming
My liberty.

Moonlight Sonata

Will you be there for me?
Of course. I always have and always will.
Why did we argue so much?
I didn't argue with you. I saw your point of view and presented you with different perspectives.

Why did things fall apart?

Things always remained the same. They changed in your mind.

Why did you stay with me when I was sick?
You couldn't take care of yourself.
Why did you fight for me?
Your honor was in peril.
Why did it seem like you treated me differently?
I treated you with the utmost respect and esteem, as one should be treated.
Why don't we hang out anymore?

We hang out the same way as before. The time is just longer and the days are shorter.

It seemed like you didn't care.

I decided not to entertain trivial matters that are not beneficial to the growth of you or myself.

Why didn't you call?

You never answered when I used to.

Why aren't we together anymore?

We never were.

Breezin'

Humility has shattered.
Shyness has withered
Mortification no longer in sight.
Meekness replaced with fright.
Docility has taken on Boisterous' behavior.
Unpretentiousness beholded Pompus as it's savior.
Timid became Cavalier
Vainglory put Humble to the rear.
Thin lines exist everywhere
From broke n***** to millionaires.
What would it take to cross that line?
An idea comes.
Praises follow.
Modesty takes effect.
Praises continue to flow.
Conceit begins to creep in
Idea begats money
Money calls his brother Arrogance
Arrogance adores attention.
Assiduity requires Narcissism.
Narcissism becomes omnipotent.
Omnipotence seeks another idea.
Praises follow.
Modesty take effect.
Praises continue to flow.
Narcissism is gone.
Replaced by newfound Humbleness.
Humbleness stayed strong
While Narcissism knew he had been wrong
His idea faded with better development
Now he is jaded with everlasting reminiscence
Always yielding his ears to resistance
Narcissism resorts to asking for Humbleness' assistance.
Is it worth it?

Missing You

No......... No, it's not here. The answers are not here. Please stop passing to check. They aren't here. You stop by every so often to enlist on this reservation of publication which doesn't exist. You plead, "Please", "Just hear me out", "Answer my questions". No. The time has come for you to figure it out on your own. No more shall you see a crutch waiting for your withered body to lean. No more shall you see a step to rest your weary soul. Walk that path, down that narrow road. You allowed yourself to falter unto a path that doesn't alter and now your stupidly standing where others have been chanting, "Please", "Just hear me out", "Answer my questions" but to no avail. So, again, NO. No longer shall this heart unrest with your asinine inquires nor this brain fathom your fatuous ideologies but you shall unveil your eyes upon that path in which you have inadvertently sought. Use that crest essentially disdaining decisions made emotionally but emotions may allure and they can; as long as you know that Rose Royce said it best 'cause, LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!

Free

Have you ever wanted to discuss something close to the heart but ya mind just wouldn't allow you? Now, I'm not talking about any DEEP, TAKE THIS TO THE GRAVE TYPE (expletive) but just some random stuff that has been on ya mind. How you perceive a certain situation; how you handle certain relationships; how you interact with people and your views upon them. Vulnerability and perception are key concepts in this circumstance. If someone perceives your "aura" of being distorted, then that will allow you to be vulnerable. Confused? Allow me to elaborate. Case in point, you think that you should be more open with your feelings and ideologies BUT you are perceived as "THEE GIRL/GUY" that everybody loves. If you speak up a little more, then some people's perception of you may begin to change. You don't want to risk it but this has been disturbing your conscience for a minute. What would will you do? Weigh your options. You can hold you tongue and accept the ways of the world and keep your friends/peers/associates...OR....you can profess your sentiments, change perception, and face the consequences. If you loose people in the process, then you must look at the one's that are still standing, those who you KNOW are there for you. Lost baggage now as opposed to burdening backs later will result in prosperity, more often than not. Take a chance, be vocal, and live your life off the wall.