Subjugated to elated judgement, Spoken waves of emotion unto masses to create commotion.
A pseudo cause for grevous means, Boys barely green made mean. Sent In motion of a bias morality, How could it be?
You see
He protects his family across sea, Killing and proclaiming his deeds. But all the same so does he, So who’s the real enemy?
A question drentched in grey, Who’s to say what you’ll be.
Who panders these dysfunctional moralities? For is it his fault or the ones you cant see? Rulers used to lead but now they’re no where to be seen, Sitting behind screens. One can’t help but ponder, When does a man become a monster?
Memory breathes thieves.
Mothers grieve leave without glee They flee.
Unjustly done upon thee No morality.
He ran from fans infamous he faced us Fought caught took a knee.
he cracked whacked a man upon a stand A bias pious man to reprimand the dammed. “Guilty shall you plea Mr C?”
“Take a knee bored ford your rymes are free!”
“57 counts!” He pouts.
Reality made castles upon hills crumble Tumble into sea never to be free.
One long night
New to love, the smell of your hat had me in a trance. Walking those cold streets. Meeting in front of the keys night after night to be with you just one more time, a once nostalgic memory.
Making footprints in the snow, comparing our feet. Cracking yourself open with stories of your life, good and bad.
Dreaming of not only our life but a routine.
Those little moments that made me weep hoping I’d always have you when we grew old and weak.
A child’s love is pure, raw. Unhinged from reality.
An irresponsible love, punishing and pricking. You matured but your love didn’t. Your love turned to poison entrapping in its embrace. An unjust crime without punishment.
Substance all too common, blindfolding to your “love.”
Music tainted, rocks desecrated. Bittersweet recollection.
Oh how small the world feels now, A putrid smell of a childhood wasted.
What a bittersweet respite such a song that buries itself in my scars
This stranger in the street who once would lay life down for me
A poison toxicity bled into me from their loyalty It is what it is
“Life goes on” Ive been proven to time and time again The bridges I burn scorn me
And I alone will carry this burden Because I alone caused it
Something on my mind. Something new, Not worth a care. Yet I still see it in your eyes.
Soon at your demise, Poison runs in your veins. Bleeding from your heart. If only I was there.
A crime set off a fuse that has never been lit. Something vile, Something of injustice. Yet I’m the criminal.
Like a breeze amidst the heat you were gone. And now all I’m left, Are Bittersweet memories.
Under the table I sit Two figures screaming
Another pleading for an end
All I feel is hunger and fear
Brought into a home I don’t belong I digress
Passing moments of calm before the storm Screens lit up as a child plays
An older woman sits meticulously Knitting her thread
Stomps come from above And another round begins
The child grabs my scruff And brings me to safety
A woman screams Bearing purple As I am put in the cage in a hall
Beauty beyond belief Almost stale
Every place I’ve been But no one left to tell
Once it was a dream A fantasy
But now all too real And no more family
From east to west North to south
I’ve run out of space Just stories of my mouth
Soon I will be unable to move Left to drag myself alone
My freedom was my enlightenment And my undoing
A melancholy memory Too familiar to recall
Substance sometimes to remember And sometimes to forget
A feeling creeping up my spine An issue that needs to be fixed
Poisoning my own soul Unable to express
Locked in snare of my own design When will it end
For now I sulk in my head To proud to show
The bones of figures around us Swaying lightly in the breeze
Yellow takes place of green Setting up for a new beginning
The home collecting marrow to survive once again
Brown to grey in the blink of an eye Nostalgic mistakes creeping in the walls
Like eyes of the coyotes Prancing for a long awaited meal
Soon comes the end for many To usher a new start for more
