Inked Expression

Pain That I Feel

2009-07-31T18:50:00.002-05:00

This pain that I feel...
Words can't seem to explain...
This pain that I feel...
My heart's song echoes a discouraged refrain...
This pain that I feel...
Caught in a snare as I pray for a way to escape...
This pain that I feel...
Though not the the first nor the last, i feel as none can relate...
This pain that I feel...
Every turn meets the Damocles blade...
This pain that I feel...
As though in a labyrinths maze..
This pain that I feel...
These barriers I cannot evade...
This pain that I feel...
Layers of shame have been laid..
This pain that I feel...
In sorrow I bathe...
This pain that I feel...
Tears can't even drain..
This pain that I feel...
Leaves remnants of my being as though Ive been slain..
This pain that I feel...
Is like fighting for breath, alive in my grave...
This pain that I feel...
Pleas for freedom like the cries of a slave...
This pain that I feel...
Awakens me & tucks me in at the end of my day...
This pain that I feel...
Strangles my heart & leaves my mind maimed...

This pain that I feel...

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Laces of Bathsheba

2009-07-14T15:08:00.043-05:00

Either you've shared the dedicated zeal of Uriah or the temptation of King David. Your Days spent as honest brave men or corrupt painters stroking the canvas to camouflage what's been tainted.
And then... you're betrayed or operating under betrayal at the days end. And you're amazed when reality comes during a moment of clarity as the garment is revealed that you're truly arrayed in.
The same men to claim him as his main man is the same friend to murder trust but he saves sin. King David was elated with Uriah's gem that God gave him. Temptation's fiery blaze overcame him & it was Bathsheba David lusted to lay with. All the while Uriah fought in David's name when, it was in his wife's sacred lair his "king" laid in.

With eyes entranced, his desires enhanced to sup of the cup of Bathsheba's romance. No chance for Uriah to know facts after the actions of David's bold stance. He fought at the forefront for once like a knight at the joust with no lance. Cold hands set him up like the secrecy of phone taps.

As the two were passers by, he tried to catch her eye. With strategic movements she'd hint to it too that, she was trying to do more than ask for time. As for reason or rhyme, it's never a change of season or lines. Different vineyard, same specimen of vine. In the chest of men is crying... A hunger to hug her curvature, so fine. Seeing plenty, vision is 20/20 yet we so blind. Allowing the allure of the eyes to cause over powering impure minds. In your lives you would end your life if another man lay with your wife. Theoretically speaking that is. But just wait till your rye is in the hull of the mill stone grind.

Till then, keep playing with your molotov's and ether. Caught ablaze in the pot of prey, sweet Delilah & beautiful Batsheba churn their seether. When will we learn the signs, the features? How many scriptures from the sacred text. the anointed sermons from preachers? Remember the coach see's the error from the bleachers. In order to envision you have to see first. If we tell you, your about to collide with the end of your life, believe us. Relieve such ignorance and cleave tough to the reigns of the chariot beside Jesus. None were, are or could ever be perfect but he was. As we seek to be humble & meek pray that it will be him that we meet...
Keep night watch for the garter of Delilah & the LACES OF BATHSHEBA.

Poem of Poems

2009-07-10T19:59:00.004-05:00

****This piece is a four section poem. Each section with its own title. The mother title is POEM OF POEMS****

The Fiend
From the corner of my eye I saw her. Immediately my soul became uneased & bothered.
She's chasin' some white girl's ready up and down the block.
First thought: she's somebody's daughter. caught up in the trap, the viper's got her.
Her feet scat across the sidewalk, tryin' to get there 6efore the chef gets a chance to cool the pot.
A few bills, some loose change and she'd even do things to barter. Started with curiosity & now the calls driven her farther.
Each stride that she walks, thickens the plot because shes sick with thought that she may miss sin with the rock.
My God, where is her father? what happened to the morals & values her family taught her? Arms with more tracks than a railroad from all the times she's shot up. No tellin how many partners who went to euphoria with her but never got up.

Man In The Window
His face is hardly ever seen. But he feeds off the sickening need of every tricking fiend. Every bag every vile every 6ottle, a tease.
When will he ever release the lost souls of the street? Lifeless, they indulge in their addictive greed. Singly handed he seized every possibility every dream.
His identity is as grim as his grin. Yet me and him grew as kids & i called him friend.
Though his life seems to just begin, one can already predestine his end. He once told me hes known me so long as his homie, im like his next of kin.
Since then, the sorrows been a pain within. I witnessed the stench of the contents of the pyrex, again and again.
Artillery strewn across the living room, in case it's ever time to defend. Though dressed & riding in glamour, life's pistol is at his head & pressed with a cocked hammer.
Readily aimed at him. I beg that he stop playin this game 6efore the bottle lands where he never wanted it to spin.
I can't bear the thought of burying him.

Root Wordz
It was here my seed was planted. 20/20 hind sight, my minds quite heavy that I took this soil for granted.
Twigs turned to branches & my tactics grew more & more mannish. My botanist, the perfect provider; you name it I had it.
Daily he quickly equipped me to be propped up tall when the crops cut & i'd be massive.
But when I started independently thinking, I also began speaking with man's lips. My roots were perfectly grouped, no way to unearth me or become loose.
Figured because I was bigger, I could distinguish the truth. I extinguished my youth.
This place lied to me. It's all been a fluke. How I wish I never listened to the piper's flute. But wait a minute i admitted it,
the melody easily eased me & tended to soothe.

A Dieing Bloodline
Lost and confused, our thoughts are false & misconstrued. As I observe our walk & sit here to talk,
my stomachs cringed in knots.
We are given proper instruction but the manual is thumbed through. We've become sons & daughters of destruction killing each other like cannibals so crude.
Lost track of our paths, failing the very test for which we were taught.
Fooled by many yet we truly improve with the wisdom of few.
It's evident that death is prevalent in our generation,
as we lack a certain element. I say we are patients who lack patience, begging, pleading screaming for the true medicine.
The true menace is the mention of the question
AT THE END OF LIVES PRISON SENTENCES
WILL CHRIST LET US IN?
Listen
That something, is a someone & some things only come once.
An example? Well...
In a lifetime, it's a lifetime. I urge you, fill your oil lamp like mine.
Because before you know it, the sun will be doused and you'll witness eternal night time.
Pick now as the right time because we are but vessels, we can't write time.
In life we speak many phrases but before you close your eyes, be sure you speak the right lines.
If you don't, when the question is asked "who's are you?" Christ just might recite "NOT MINE."

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Wordz On Faith

2009-07-05T19:14:00.001-05:00

Despite my dedication to writing, there is one thing that grasps me tighter than my passion for poetry. Christianity. I am not only a writer. I am a Christian writer. I am very well aware that without God blessing me with my gift, I would hold no ability for such an awesome expression. Within the past year and some odd months, Christ has been trying to get my attention and just recently have I awaken to his call. I often question how an atheist could claim there is no God, when my life is living proof of his reality. The bible states that "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen," found in the new testiment book of Hebrews chapter 11 verse 1. Faith: something we hope for, without the proof of its existence. The bible questions [my paraphrase] "what is the point of hoping for something that you can see?" Some situations may seem as though there is no promising result, however, with a sincere heart mixed with Gods divinity allowing us to obtain something, the promising result is indeed there. In the new testement book of Romans, a scripture says, "Faith without works is dead." [My perception of such scripture says,] its one thing to say you have faith in Christ but it takes true humility and service to Christ to actually ACT on faith. Hey why not take a "leap of faith" if you will and speak it into existence. Constantly when Christ healed people, he would say "Thy faith made thee whole." My duh factor tells me these individuals spoke their healings into existence. It is because of my faith that despite some issues still going on in my personal life, that I am still pressing forward and my God is continually changing me for the better. I ask you, where is your faith? Who is your faith in? Do you even have faith?

Soliloquy

2009-07-05T19:13:00.001-05:00

C'mon… You have no peace of mind

Stop… Please cease… I'm fine …Just need some… …time

Talk…

Stop…Please cease… I'm fine …Just need some… …time

You Stop… And let me talk then… You need to mend ways and conjoin w/ no restraints… The same way…when you first sought her

Listen… I've tried, but in the words of Lupe Fiasco… "She wouldn't even bother… Like brother without the "r" …And honestly?.. That's old

Man… You can't fold…

Excuse me? Now that's bold... Listen to me… She stands cold My chance?.. Gone No more romance shown

But listen… Your stance has grown… Man… You can't fold…

Listen… We fought & we fight… We Stop & reignite… Reconciliation… *smh* It's not in her sight
Well… You're a father right? Now things are gonna be harder… …the world aint polite

No lie… You right

You and she… Share a gift from he… See… reality seems to me… You and she… Were meant to be

But I've constanly… Bent my knees… We both agree we see… But never took time to seek… Relief… Believe you me… I need my seed… I worship the very air she… Will ever breathe…

See… indeed?.. You wear your heart… On your sleave… Indeed if you believe Again… You and she… Will redeem

Yeah… That is my dream… Want to show forth my efforts To be a team… Know what I mean?

Then change he… Before we… Change her..

I concur…

Observe… Enough with… The nerve… Give what's hers… That She… Deserves… And in return… Prefer… Nothing… Preserved… Show forth that… Your life for her… Has turned… Don't get your bridges… Burned learn… To keep your foundations… Firm… Above all… Sincerely love… Her

Yes sir

Invisible Tears

2009-06-29T18:48:00.017-05:00

This piece is in dedication to Elijah Cornell Minnard(05-20-88 to 06-24-09)
You're Gone But Never Will You Be Forgotten

I Thessalonians 4:13-15
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.

For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.

For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive [and] remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. _________________________________________
Disguised within the pockets of my eyes, were a supply of sonnets that asked, why cry? Though his flesh lay as the sunset, his soul ascends along side the sunrise. Sometimes such a circumstance seems to sublime the mind, with quesions such as; how & but why? I advise that we realize every answer points to Christ. Unify our lives until we too obtain our prize. Though he preceded you & I, it was his time that arrived.

I speak from the heart of a father, whom as well, have had my heart grieved and bothered. Though I am blessed with one, I was to have two daughters. Caught by suprise, pacing the ER as my every being teeter tottered. Keiko Ayame Young, my first & I lost her. Yet after a while i was rest assured that Gods got her. Be encouraged as in reality, we are to celebrate death & not birth. Our dearly beloved is better off, not worse. I speak to you with sincere words though spoken in rhythmic verse. It is his achievement, for which we should hunger & thirst.

Though our hearts may resonate with great disdain & indescribable pain, I beg that we sing a song with proper refrain. My dear friend is now in place for his path, which this life simply acted as a temporary passage. From this world's pain & turmoil, he escaped. He didn't vanish. Now I ask you, is it faith you practice? There isn't a pain or sorrow, ailment or circumstance that Christ can't fix. Seek redemption & salvation in him, for it is he who gives deliverance; it's not in man's fists.

To Christ, cast your fears. Faith is your mouth that speaks to the savior so clear. He has equipped us with hearts to hear. Now lift up your heads and give him your ear. His message is quite plain, it's crystal clear. Elijah is almost there, and it's my dream I'll be along side him, when God's throne appears. Until then, I shed, INVISIBLE TEARS.
___________________________

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Matrimonial Homicide (Guilty as Charged)

2009-06-24T01:11:00.002-05:00

True Story

His blessing's his curse... Newly wed to his first...
"I'll do better" He said...Yet everyday... He's worse...
It started with wordz... Never lethargic with nouns... never with verbs...
Slowly decaying her tether of nerves... He, she was forced to serve...
The ol' ball & chain... She sold him her soul... Though obscure, her tears were crimsoned with pain...
Her every being imprisoned & maimed... He was her Van Gogh... She, his Mona Lisa...
There she lay Framed... Appeared as Picture Perfectness...Beauty portrayed...
Who knew her poor brain... Was torn, drained & dismayed...
Already this may... Wrench the heart of your stomach...
Yet we've only but started to journey the summit...
This testimony... a way of closure... he leaks his own exposure... seeking relief from it...

Opening scene... He fulfilled her every hope... starred in her every dream... Her heart willingly became captive to the savage because of what he seemed...
No matter the utterance.. if it seeped out his teeth... She devoutly believed...
But he was a wolf... clothed as sheep... she had been deceived...
Already in the center of the ring... It's too late for her to retreat...
She said... "I love you" at the end of every plea...
He fenced her in solitude like a stallion needing to be tamed... Mentally he would viciously beat...
Though twain intertwined... She was his nemesis he sought to defeat...
Tongue lashings casting massive brash hits till she lay lifeless under his feet...
Every sunrise & sunset... he's got her cardiac under arrest....
She's in love... Leave him... He's my king... Escape... Im his queen...
She remains no matter what you suggest...

She carries his seed... in the midst of every tear he causes her to bleed...
She thinks... Perhaps this is what he needs...
Maybe now... he'll allow her to breath...
However now... She see's... how the more she must now grieve
Further she... was cast into torturous seas...
As they lay in bed at night... snug in the warmth of his arms... she would still freeze...
The hum of his lips on her neck... sang a ballad of treason... an undesired breeze...
Unhappily ever after... Its now a plan she seeks to master...
frantically chasing while being evasive... Finally she races for that divorce decree...
No need to question... Never will he fail to mention...
Which party is guilty?...
Of course..... ITS ME

The only advice I can give to anyone about to get married or already united is this

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I Spit

2009-06-19T13:55:00.003-05:00

I Spit....
An aggressive message possessin impressive leverage...
In order to present you w/a present unveiled in the predicate of every sentence...
My minds menaced to be obsessive with my lessons to lessen your lack of awareness...
As i spit... the resin in the head of this bretheren of sins grips...
sits at the very corner of my lips...
& in this script emits a laundry list of sorrow amiss
that WORDZ attempts to allow you borrow so you can capture a gist...
Or just get you caught up in the moment & feel my solemn psychological fits
Aba father!!! Your child begs that my trespasses as well, you will remit!
I admit it! I did it! But I refuse to sit & continually live it!
With the longevity of this regretful soul I bow in submission & humility
Sacrificin my heart...
Lord here...
to you I give it...
In my minds serene clarity, the convictions now overbearing me...
I crawl to you barely able to peer upward...but ONE WORD
from you will soothe me as I duely reverence thee
I NEED YOU EVERY MINUTE!

I Spit!
To testify & audibly deliver my autobiography
All those lines delivered by honesty...
And honestly! I care less if you admonish me!
I accept my inept mind because GOD IS HE....
He who can restore & polish me...
So here i stand like sinkay with crimsoned hands
Witnessing my corrupt harvest bleed!
I ask the lord above to cradle and harness me
Fetal positioned, it's to him whom i listen because he will never harm his seed...
He promised me
So kneel before him as he extends his hand modestly!
Eyes shielded with blindness, my tears strum down my quivering cheeks
Sundays sermon is currently occuring & Gods messenger, Im hearing him preach...
Collapse to my knees unable to replenish my feet, my cries summize to the skies...
To the holy one i beseech! no longer will i be besieged
By satans minions who use to trample every breath that i breathe
As I erect... I escape these demons & their gnashing teeth
I praise God the father that I now feel so relieved after this SOUL RELEASE!

At the end of this poem that came from the heart of my dome...
I look death in the eyes
and i.....

I SPIT!!!!!

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Brothel of Bottles

2009-06-14T19:35:00.006-05:00

Bottles & bottles my brothels
these bottles these bottles
My brothels
The supressor of my problems
touch of the tongue i swallow
throat wide open & hollow(x2)

Its neck sits in the firm grip of my fist
Cigarette lit & here I turn to take a sip of this heinekin crisp
At the time, I might of been pissed
It's the weekend & I'm weakend
Now it's sin that i kiss
No feel of regret as it's rested upon my lip
Head tilted back letting its contents consume me
My psychological justifies my reasoning for this death that im consuming
Failures rejections emotional wounds & lacks there of are steadily looming
Here I lay, backstroking in this pool of alcohol & it's the "position I'm assuming"
Till death do us part. This 12oz my bride. cant wait to "swallow my pride"
& I'm feeling so sublime as I'm assigned as her grooms man.
Spend the rest of my life married to my poison
Constantly laid snug upon my shoulders it's the tears & blood that im poised in

Bottles & bottles my brothels
these bottles these bottles
My brothels
The supressor of my problems
touch of the tongue i swallow
throat wide open & hollow(x2)

Percocets so lavish
Take a hand full & man it
Blended with a pallet of xanax
Even though they're meant for manics
But Im depressive
Seems like the needs in my jeans & it ain't recessive
Supposed to cherish my temple, instead i molest it
This euphoric tour i explore slows down my heart rate yet it's impressive
Footballs, school busses, tabs, triple stacks & dalatas DAMN im obsessive
Where's da rest of the cocktail? ay ay ay! HERE WE COME!
That's what Im talkin about! Tip of my tongue 4 doses of lithium
Pupils little like adolescence, face buzzed & bottom lip seems numb
Now Im on my Rob Zombie. I feel so wow I could probably rob zombies
Wait I see the light i see the mic i see the fight i see my wife
I see my daughter i see my life I see the altar I see the knife
For this brothel of bottles I just gave myself as a sacrifice!

Bottles & bottles my brothels
these bottles these bottles
My brothels
The supressor of my problems
touch of the tongue i swallow
throat wide open & hollow(x2)

****I killed myself with pills & liqour. Addiction is exactly that & it's not funny. Stop playin with those bottles before it's too late. I really was addicted but just because I made it out doesn't mean everyone will. If you know anyone addicted to ANYTHING do everything you can to intervene & turn them to Christ.****

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Testimony

2009-06-05T12:20:00.002-05:00

(This piece will probably be confused for rap. It is not rap. Yes the rhyme scheme and my choice of words is similar to that of rap format, but i simply wrote it how I was thinking)

lets be real...I don't know a thing about Bathin Apes... but I kept a snow pile while bakin cakes... just to dumb it down... i got the know how...when it comes to bakin flake... I kept a razor blade... for when I use to break them 8's... yeah... them 8 balls... but that ain all... i use to straight ball!.. you can say I use to date malls... greed got the best of me... thinkin i was about to take all... NEVA had i thought of the day i would break off... till one day... me and the wife were s'pose to play golf... yeah... you heard me right... me and the wife were s'pose to play golf... Thought to myself... who had done this... knob in my hand...door falls to the hinges... wait...suddenly everybody wanna mind their business... claimin...nah...I ain no witness... wife by my side....she cries..."I just don't get this"...next door neighbor says... probably just a misfit...couldnt contain myself... I reply...you were home last night!.. how you gonna claim you missed this!.. Tasha says, calm down Chris... before you get pissed... Never can i forget the look on her face..ravagin the remains of our first place...schemes in my head...compiling murder of the culperate in the worse way... and now here i am... tryin to deliver this verse...without a curse man... but life goes on...and there's nothing i can reverse.... dang... but all that was back in the day so let me tell you what ive learned man... if i woulda kept goin... i woulda been hooked... like how a fern hangs... nah i wasnt stupid... and truth is... i was bird brained... thought the game would proclaim my earned rank... now here i sit... living check to check...still in debt... to 5/3 bank... By the way... Im a father now... wait a minute... im a father now... thank God i laid the bottle down... because im a father... wow... God blessed me with a daughter child... he gave me what i asked for...yeah... i sought her out... Chris!... YOU GOTTA LIVE THE LIFE OF A MODEL NOW!... Truely i love my baby like crazy...all she can do...is amaze me... its amazing... watchin her develope...through her infant stages...Solitaire blink of the eye...instant changes... lil mama... ill do anything for you...eternally adore you... do my utmost to give you everything or more heh... shower you with hugs and kisses....while protectin you from thugs and misfits... recitals and practice.... never will daddy miss it... put my heart in your palm...makin sure my neck stays in the grasp of your arms... as i teach you to praise god... in whom we all owe alms... lord is my shepard... i shall not want... read for yourself baby... its in the 23rd Psalms... when you feel all is lost...ill go with you in prayer...as your comforter to be sure you remain calm... memories hit me when i hear you say mom... i recollect on what we use to be...She was the only woman...to get use to me...however the past seems as nothing...but abuse to me...what i was...present tense... i refuse to be...truely ive changed...but i doubt your mom will ever be re-fused to me... but thatll never effect the relationship... between you and me... here on out...i must sustain...with no refrain... im like a vintage painting...thats been reframed... now im trying to listen to God...and everything hes sayin... if me and your mom want to live right for you...we must do everything we're claiming.

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When Tears Bled

2009-06-01T23:05:00.002-05:00

Ever so slowly, the pathway birthed the most eye entrancing masterpiece to saturate canvas.
It seemed as if Van Gogh’s hand had atoned every solitary stroke. Each imprint equipped with a song of its own. Descending, were a multitude of catastrophic storms. Though a cacophony, the thunder seemed to masterfully moan its prelude to introduce eye blinding lightning. The awakening of such melancholy tone appeared to orchestrate perfect lines like the artistry sewn into a sultan’s robe.
Innumerable brigades of melodic rain snared and strummed with discipline as if heaven had opened its gates. The unveiling droplets confessed an intimate fate. Nay! Such was a façade they spake! They canst not evade each Damocles blade! The words they proclaim were an insisting trait. The lies spoken were told in bold lines as broken earth arose from a rippling quake. There stood none else to blame. It was they whom chose to masquerade and made a crippling mistake. Their master mastered a grasp firm for answers answered from a craftsman that’s been cast in an everlasting deprecate state. He was so intrusive as he deluded her psyche with elusive verbiage that polluted her senses. I cannot even begin to mention how she undoubtedly retracted her well suited firm fences. No longer fortified she lay vulnerable as she unveiled her unprotected defenses. A lesson of esteem descension of who she was not prepared to receive its heart plundering message. His way with words seemed to provide his tactics with leverage. Now attention to him, she wishes she never paid. Often her thoughts give way to the question, What if the two whom became twain, never together laid. But, she was engulfed with his attention that gave her center stage.

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Im A Father?

2009-06-01T23:04:00.002-05:00

flesh of my flesh
blood of my blood
air of my breath
dirt of my mud
wish you could walk
look at me cry
can't speak or talk
daddy might die
failed u so bad
pain that i feel
i'm not a good dad
brain may not heal
only my second
where is my first?
alive though i reckon..
her life is worse
and it's all my fault!
for chasin' some cash
daddy got caught
can't run from my past
Ana i was a NIGGA!
did not give a damn
sometimes still i figure..
that NIGGA i am
but i have been fighting
so long and so hard
and it's through my writing
your pops has found GOD
Christ came to save me
yes this is my fate
an AGGIN was born
hope it's not too late
these demons give chase
but i do not run
i fear them no longer
cause GOD is my gun
and i pull the trigger
lay down my remorse
save my kids from that NIGGER!
if my life runs it's course

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Random Expression

2009-06-01T23:03:00.001-05:00

i'm that...hole in the wall that bitchmade dudes like you tend to escape thru/i'm that security blanket that shields you from that piece of shit that raped you//Cap'n save 'em...the tights, the utility belt, the mask and the cape too/when your soul's at stake i'm the choice that you chose to make when you were havin' a breakthrough//i'm your epiphany, your only stab at infamy, i'm your lack of a conscious/you hold nothing dearer to your heart...i told you to place the mirror under that bitches prom dress//i'm stress! i'm the xanax pill that your stupid ass continues to refuse to take/i'm the panic attacks that you used to fake...shit was just a ruse so u could continue abusin Kate//but now she's gone and here u are cryin in a room at a fuckin Motel 6/and i tried to keep your head up, but you got fed up when i suggested that you go sell bricks//it's because of me that you're still breathin'...'cause of me that shit feels even/it's because of me that you're surfin the net lookin for weapons to kill Jill, Steven...//Everette, Angela, Javier and the rest of your classmates/Mr. Miller, Mrs. Fortissimo, your counselor and all the pests that your ass hates//they shitted on you, so they deserve to die right? you're MY DUDE how could those assholes deny you?!?!/now i'm the build up in ya chest, the thoughts of Virginia Tech and the slaughter at N.I.U.//i'm the clock on the stand next to your bed...i'm 5:59 am/i'm the AR-57 and ammunition on your bed AND the boxes that display 'em//i'm the alarm...dumb ass i'm BEEPIN!!...there's no more time left for weepin'/
don't know how you got pass this weekend...you've had almost 2 hrs. to turn back now i'm the plot as it deepins//i'm directing your movements your minds protecting my blueprint/you owe me everything cuz if not for me you'd not be out for blood collecting your due rent//i have you marching towards your future in search of this prudent venture/focused on redemption as you make your way towards the inside of the Student Center//now i'm the sweat gracing your brow as you swing open the door to the rec./OPEN FIRE PUSSY!! i scream at you and on cue 5 bodies or more hit the deck! (that's my boy!)//block out the screams of terror, pay the blood on the wall no mind, let these people know God.../is me...a bullet with many names in the hands of a spineless kid, and if not for me you'd never go hard//now open your eyes and survey the chaotic aftermath, place that piece in your mouth and blow me/relish in the fact that i'm the reason why you did it...but you're the only one who'll ever know me//

*BLAOW!!!

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Imagery Expression

2009-06-01T23:01:00.002-05:00

I.-His crimson stained structure laid in unbearable ruin.Limbs maimed and & fractured in a stomach turning contortion where they threw him.Mucky puddles of sludge mud acted as slight absorption for his “Nile river” like blood, which streamed as parasites began to make way into him.
II.-As the days past, the pungency of the cadaver grew more & more like sewage cast in the city dumps.What once was a living, breathing soul, is now but rotten bone marrow with a chest plate concaved atop jagged bricks which broke his flesh; Now here is where the site of pitty slumps.If you look closely at his gashed abdomen, bruised and tattooed w/ lacerations from straight blades, you’d swear air still emits & his esophagus remains to jump.Look at him. You see him? How can you not? Innocence slain for the sake of jealousy.
III.-Sirens melodically scream throughout the cities catastrophic skies.Eratically harmonious fractured voices perform heart piercing cries.A mothers disoriented mind struggles to grasp the fact that catacorner to her feet is where her child motionlessly lies.Only she, who gave life to he, could fathom the cramping pain this sight ingites.**click click** coroners snap shots of the boy in every possible angle **click click**
IV.-W/ no remorse the investigator flips and turns the body & marks each wound.Assisstance appeared as an infestation of mites as they scavenged the perimeters collecting his artcles of blood stained & flesh fragmented clothing which were carelessly strewn.Pointless was the task of collecting his fingerprints, for the days past caused his paled ebrasioned digits to turn pruined.
V.-One last glance for the slain man mother & his remains were body baggedFrantically she panics and erupts in violent tears once more..constantly at his silhouette she grabbed.How it hurt so, for her to see him laid face to sky rolling in the back of that van, knowing he’ll now be toe tagged & crime lab’d.
VI.-They were so friendly though.Little did he know they were but malicious demons seeking souly for his attained dough.Ambushed w/ fake smiles & daps, props n hugs for miles down the road.Seemed to be his boys & now all can see how easily greed in the heart of man destroys. Its Cold

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1-14-06 Expressing The Loss Of My First Daughter

2009-06-01T23:00:00.003-05:00

Weeks before the news, I had premonitions of your existence, but then the vision was ripped into remission// Now a torn reminiscence after horrifying hospital visits// Mommy’s stomach// daily I kissed it// Every thought was of seeing the first wave of your infant digits// Wishful dreams diminished like my life’s been pistol finished// Triggers pulled & bullets shot// I’m torn from my angel in minutes// No longer able to act tough, despite the many brawls I’ve fisted// Not even encamped by your innocent tender eyes & my hearts already been lifted & tenderized// soft core protruded with prudence…maintaining an exemplary life in preparation for this coming student// it’s a hard feat to stop thinking of that ultrasound showing us your heartbeat// this pains so strenuous I’m envious of just how relieving a dart in the heart could be//instead of taking my angel I questioned God…”Lord please, why don’t you instead, charge me?”// His reasons are hard to see but it’s not my part to speak but I must embark to seek//the true essence of being humble and meek// See your situation is one considered unique// All my hopes are that mommy & I make it like David//He didn’t unsheathe his sword & wave it…he laid it//Now as he did after God took his angel, I must wash, feed, and clothe me & mommy// Stop feeling lost, grow & unpack our baggage of melancholy…….Daddy has to look at it this way….his little angel made it before he did, at the foot of God’s seat

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Random Expression

2009-06-01T22:59:00.002-05:00

I am...still dealing w/ my past in the presnt...in other words my past is still present...such a vast presence....its disappointing like a Christmas that lacks presents...afraid of rejection... my hands clasp hesitance...my truth stands masked b/c i cant grasp reverence...yet my psyche pays homage to every hostage of the mind...Mine...Yours...His.

..hers...reality is we all blind whores kissed w/ a curse...possessin the inability to reverse & disperse first....a forethought...a plan...this blood stained world says...ready or not...Kablam...blam...blam...but this God child holds the strength of Bam Bam in his hands... Reaching to the deepest of depths...Even to no mans land...Christ paid even the cheapest of debts...For man who seems less inept...Now...scientology tries to find ways to double you...So i now give you lesson X b/c you pay no mind to A through W...Satan searches for plans one of a kind...A way to stumble you...He tried to bother me for a time...and "Away you troubled fool!" was my rebuttle...WOOOO! w/ my tongue i execute more punchlines than three fold & nine fists...passion to explore & endure more war than 300 times of LEONIDUS...Sme say I speak bold & I reply...I peak to a measure untold...so listen to my melody as the measure unfolds... I treasure a pleasure better than gold...Wordz permits no carboncopies...For i live a life that....cant be plagerized...POTTERS! UNHAND YOUR CLAY! STEP AWAY!...for i am a man....YOU CANNOT MOLD. live your given design...From this life i live...I cant resign...For w/ me...Christ is not done...Patience?...Dont have much...but I have some...& I already see where God has me...comparably...to where i was...Simultaneously, I arise along side a new days sun.

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Soul Release

2009-06-01T22:57:00.002-05:00

Oft times in the interim of trials & tribulations, It’s amazing that days out & days in, We reach a season. A Season of clarity that things happen for a reason. Questions arisen while trying to, “Beat the system.” Why? What for? Why me? Emotions, thoughts, infiltrating poisons like ivy During formulated logic we’re denying highly Arguing that accusations are false oppositions Like UFO sightings. Self analyze. For what am I guilty. In mans mind he is rich & blemishless, But in reality, we are filthy. Liars, cheaters, whoremongers, murderers, blasphemers Chasing vanity. We presume in sanity that these are simply calamities But truth is, it’s insanity. Traumatic to society, with percentages so high and we remain DOGMATIC. This is, so sad it sickens me. How we wickedly cross friends w/ false pretense & we pretend That “we’re down until the end.” Question. Have you yet to offend? Answer. If your mode switch is set to defend You may want to proceed to check yourself
You think Agape is Eros. Sorry. I have to lay men’s terms into Layman’s terms. Love of the unconditional you mistaken with sexual desires. Effectual empires require an entire inquiry to who he is whom Sets higher than we. Your purity taken so early in age, but I have to say You’re not worthy of rage. Self infliction. Should’ve had a hypothesis, please a prediction. Advantage taken because you’re too weak To remain humble and meek to await the day twain intertwine. She said “It was love” IN HER MIND Many men! Many many many men! Ditched, left , wine & dined she! Blood between her thighs but still SHE CAN’T SEE! That she just gave her life away! How many men! Does it take to open your eyes wider than your legs? Oh I get it. Revenge through sex. Daddy was an “sperm donor” and there was nothing between She and mommy. Im sorry. Wait no Im not. You just let them predestine What you would & would not be. Shocking? No Im not mocking.
Simply stated; your age is here but your maturity still hasn’t made it. You’ve been self invaded. Your mother, nor your father, nor any man violated your innocence. You sold & betrayed it. Suddenly you think you’ve got morals? Nah every statement you make has more & more holes. Empty like barren fields. Your mind stands starin still, I won’t lie… I fell for it! But recently, you were a carpenter to my heart & like a nail, you floored it. Now the feminine species… I abhor it Thoughts of companionship I now refuse to fuse or explore it. You never miss your water till your well runs dry! She & I! Now have died! I can’t miss what didn’t exist. It was a façade w/ reality implied. Inside my mind my pride was left behind. But now, I rewind & find it was you that had My every ability, my dreams and aspirations in a bind. Left on a back burner infact further & further along I had no sense to belong. Belong to MYSELF! I lived for you! It was like Adam, I would’ve given a rib for you! But the myth is through. I’ve finally sifted through. She was a vine I had to prune. Woo!