psychosis (elevation.elation)you don't do or die shit,
you just barely survive this
and that's bare minimum.
naked grief and hardly livin'.
yes, our kind are all witnesses
to the socioeconomic guillotine
beheading hopes and dreams
but our figureheads were
and screaming peace
piece by piece
if that’s what it took to spy
peace, even if it was
spotted in pieces.
and you don’t need a piece
to tranquilize or stimulate minds
but rather unabashed honesty
and ferocity in your veracity
eloquently and emotionally.
i want the powers that be
to hear me when i’m pouring
and spitting out all of me.
with my soul visible
to the naked eye
i respect the survival
but i’m here for the revival
of honest living
not just breathing.
scream inspiration like goliath
behemoth burdens like colossus
i will express until my body’s non-existent
ensuring my thoughts curl and twist
rousing tornados and emotion
‘cause i want people to fe
A WordI call it DEPRESSION because I am PRESSING through DARKNESS without REST.
You ASSUME which makes an ASS out of YOU and ME.
I am MISUNDERSTOOD because you MISSED what YOU could have UNDERSTOOD.
I call it TALKING because when you run your mouth you feel TALL and mighty like a KING.
I call it UNDERSTANDING because when you come down from your STAND and walk UNDER the clouds, you may ground yourself and see with clarity.
I call it NEGLECT because self-loathing and NEGATIVITY are only known by my own REFLECTION.
You think it’s all IRRELEVANCE but truly there is IRE to be found in the lack of RELEVANCE.
I call it COMMUNICATION because two COME together on MUTUAL terms.
I call it TIME because I will al
What is Perfection?Being perfect is hard work
even for those who don't try
being imperfect is like cheating
you copy then sometimes get by
I will admit i'm a perfectionist
but I can't help if I'm a Virgo
if things are not what they seem
trip to the mental hospital I go
Perfection to me is the child of pride
Pride is one of the children of sin
When these two P's be in the same pod
everyone is affected and no one wins
I understand we humans need to be perfect
it's the only way we'll live a happy life
But God is the only one who's perfect
After all he's the one who knows we have imperfect lives.
Why the Fly?Ogden Nash said God forgot to tell us why,
He went about Making things like the fly-
but I think it's not all that hard
to come up with an answer if you really try...
Because all of life is just a giant delusion,
and things like parasites
and pestilential insects,
are here to decrease our confusion.
They say that everyone's
here for a reason,
and that God don't Make no junk,
but a simple look at the world
without those optimistic blinders,
shows that that argument's
a complete load of bunk.
Because just like that fly,
many people only exist to consume-
at least those with access to resources,
which is something we always assume...
To fill their bellies and empty their bowels,
or feel misery at inability to do the same,
yet the only real possessions that many people have,
are their bodies and their names.
But even the body isn't really theirs-
its just a delay to the scavengers' meat buffet,
and the thoughts and memories that we think are so special,
disappear right along with our dying
nowI witness my gray tears
flowing down my life
representation of my fears
the cold of the knife
in the warm of the water
my worm is scratching
saying "you are a goner,
as the red fly
while my eyes shut
"will I finally die?"
In the beginningBeauty is in the eye of the beholder.
truth be, no one ever told her,
She sits crying on my shoulder
but still alone, just trying to regress
just as alone , he holds her
it's ok gorgeous,
Babygirl, everything alright, your my world
my loyalty's airtight, i promise by the end of tonight
You'll be just fine, she promised,
Bae you'll always be mine
He for the first time could never be happier
She finally had someone to tell her what
she needed to hear.
More then pain and death alike
Being alone is what they fear.
InfluencesInfluences age like wine,
It gets thicker over time,
Mozart is the center of the whole
B.B.King still rules the soul
They are the ones that move us,
Remove us, and prove to us,
They are the ones that propel us into now
Away from the when, then and how
Survivorsred scars on skin,
hieroglyphic tales of battles fought,
the subtle hidden truth of the war behind closed doors,
to others the marks of anguish crying, save me,
to some the battle scars that scream, im alive,
trophy marks of battles won,
a permanent reminder of our struggle,
a single solitary thought to ring out,
im a survivor