First time at Poetry Club. Guess I gotta step up.
SILENT!!!!!
I’ll step up to the heavy weight.
Get downed, like a pint on St’ patties day.
Get back up just like yesterday.
Maybe today’s the day I’ll get away.
Regardless alone i'll stay.
Thank god for family, all the other I love you’s, were lies to me.
My presence reveals this imagery.
Flash floods have changed my faces topography.
Another sickening glimpse of reality. Now I apologies for the delay, In a black and white world,I still stray to gray.
Knees meet the earth as I pray, and watch the less than adequate display.
I don’t know a thing about parenting. But here’s one thing that I can guarantee.
Your addiction to the adoption of failed philosophy.
And your conviction to make changes to the monotony, while omitting any sense of equality.
Instills a relentless sickness, with the quickness and slickness to increase the statistics.
Making this process impossible with your warp-able inaugural. Interference is called on you.
Now I’m gonna run the interview. I feel, truth is long overdue.
This line in the sand drawn for you, there’s a strip mall there now, you gotta move.
Option for punishment is long removed. Good work new age, now they control you.
While you sit back and diss common sense tactics.
The forecast says rain, as your practice becomes the catalyst.
Times are changing with a rapidness.
“Will someone fucking control that kid !”
Oh my bad you already did.
I forgot, in your world definitions change, watch the words exchange, and then get rearranged.
More like morphed and distorted, time has reported. In an attempt to push forward, it's all been recorded.
Obviously we cant afford it. But your only opinion, comes from reporters.
You're media driven daze, plays a huge role in our decay.
You're an unpaid employee down on your knees for the powers that be.
I won’t just sit here while they point their fingers at me.
Morals and ethics decide the fact I'm where I should be.
A few important qualities that are important to me.
I can clearly see the mistakes that I make, but the difference between us you see, I take responsibility.
Own that shit and carry it, with hopes of the possibility. That Someday I’ll be free of it. While you're off escaping your own irresponsibility.
“Attention all spartan spectators, this you’re gonna wanna see”
Lost in a world of so-called leaders and followers.
A crumbling structure filled with dope fiends and squatters.
To be honest its nothing but a costume contest.
I refuse to become them so I’ll keep wondering, I guess.
A sense of security is, uninhabitable at best
Thanks to the color chart, I can keep blending, into all sides of this life, even the pretending.
The act is no more than a natural progression, the habitual ritual of a troubled individual.
Stuck somewhere between the victims and the criminals.
Still I stay true to a strict set of principles.
Ignoring all the politics, deaf to the rabble, and ridiculousness.
Your sub-principles, have turned to abuse, and play no role in the life I choose.
I keep myself defined by the right of truth. It brings pain that s fucking biblical.
Produces beauty, that’s unimaginable.
Path of most resistance, not approved by the likes of you.
Keep riding lies looking for that fountain of, fix the outside, is what you teach the youth.
Kids left with no one to look up to.
Violently being pushed through by society as their morals dilute.
Too fast to grasp the tools they need to use.
Promoting this façade, as happiness, is child abuse.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
And theres still ones that cant believe i’m am true.
Holding a birds eye view to what we do.
And I’m the one that’s confused?
Tattooed body, default being public view.
And I have projection scars, that play the whole thing through.
My mind’s that land, that no one books a trip to.
Lost denial’s luxuries many many years ago.
Now life’s viewed as an x rated video.
Im talking snuff film, atrocities, the shit no one should ever know.
4K 120fps with an apocalyptic audio.
Dial set on blast, capable of increasing your days cardio.
It bring’s a cold front, that easily changes rain to snow.
Now we may not have met yet, but i can bet that, you can feel it.
Making thighs wet.
Or producing sweat, from the hatred.
Honesty, keeps you waiting on my next line, contemplating, “What’s the content?”
With every word i write, you can feel the pressure augment.
The day I become your sentinel rest assured i'll do more than protect.
Hopefully you’ll never have to see, what id do to levy your protection.
Strengthen our connection, as we pull up to an intersection.
Now left to you, as for direction. This relationship is pressing me.
I’m capable of spreading like the cure, or the infection.
Time to roll your sleeves up I’m here for your injection.
Don’t bother fighting, it was created from affection. The apathy inside me has perfected this collection.
Electing me as the one, closed down for inspection.
To all the ones that feel alone, relax, release your tension.
Theres enough of us in this trap, to have a world-wide intervention.
Maybe when we get there, we’ll be embraced by their good intentions.
Objection overruled by the wicked ones attending.
They need to look around a bit their numbers are a dwindling.
If we just create a plot right now, we could prevent an awful ending.
Let's all get our fucking heads together it's time to begin transcending.
