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Black Flame... The ReturnI have watched and I have waited patiently for this world to govern their actions
I have watched from a distance always aware of what has happened
I have turned the other cheek
and listened when our great Mayor stopped to speak
He spoke of crimes comitted and how things will certainly change
for this great city
He spoke of our Law enforcement and how their going to apprehend
the animals that commit the killings
He begged the fine people to hang on and just be a little more patient
And yet I have seen more people hurt and heard of fewer lives saved
He told everyone that our great streets shall soon be repaved
and how if the neighborhoods stuck together it wasn't too late
They asked you to volunteer information on the criminals you knew
and in return for their whereabouts...you'd be granted amnesty
So that when these thugs finally posted bail they can return to the streets
just to kill.. your family
You see they can say what they want,but there's just not enough
Nowhere close to enough c
Broken HomeSad I am
Sad because of my comitment
Sad I am
tired and disguisted of this predictment
and all I have left is lent
all my ties are finally spent
since this marriage all my wants denied
tonight now all my flaws were underlined
for this world to see
what you think is wrong with me
so here I stand exposed
so you may see my failures up close
and somehow I still luv this chick
someone please tell me- whats up with this luv shit
sometimes I wonder how you call this a relationship
when my heart keeps telling me to call it quits
but am I so afraid of just being alone
that I will continue to live in this broken home
D.L.It's strange how everyone want's to be a thug
when the real thugs don't want to be a thug
this is nothing to joke about
when one has to live without
I simply can't comprehend
how someone crooked intends to win
living each day somewhat afraid
of all the people you've cheated or the enemies you've made
Man don't you know it's better to forgive
because sooner or later somethings got to give
It's strange how everyone's afraid
of all of these teenage killers we've made
remember that neighborhood child that's unwanted
that's the same kid now with the warrants
for his arrest on sight
you know the same kid left alone at night
don't you remmeber he's the one that got shot
while standing on the corner slinging rocks
and you may believe or you may not
but now he's the player that's running the block
the same man pimpin all the hoes
the same predator your daughter can't tell no
when simply all it took was a kind word
to stop this child from growing into a ...Drug Lord
It's OfficialIt's Official in this new world
I can't survive or thrive
I'm some kind of fossil
living in this plain of obsticles
you see they draw your attention
whiler our honest anchors keep you in suspense
once again gas prices rob you blind
and Big Buisness tells you your losing your mind
but we all know somethings wrong
our peers convince you to just go along
but sometimes you can't make out heads or tails
and your tired of the bullshit their saling
but of course our media tells you nothings wrong
that the times getting better,were living longer...life goes on
of course the public must live the lies
while your consious tells you this just ain't right
When I was youngWhen I was young there wasn't anything I couldn't do
there were no restrictions,I didn't know I could lose
when I was small I thought I could do it all
I was willing to take any chance, I was willing to take the fall
if all I had to do was seek and strive
I'd have done much better than just staying alive
in this world of such little hope
that I would learn later tells dreamers...no
No you can't be a man without both parents
No you can't grow up in the ghetto and have character
nomatter how educated you still don't have a chance
and nomatter how hard you try you just can't
you see your young mind just doesnt understand
that a negative world doesn't give a damn
about your wants and dreams
or the ecoes of your childish screams
because everytime you think your winning or gaining ground
there will be someone in your vicinity to keep you down
if you let it there will always be something to make you miserable
so try to follow your dreams and ignore this crazy world
The PosibilitiesIs it possible that even in the eye of a storm
ones heart can be sparked by the warmth
of a female encounter
once I would have doubted
anything like this I may have heard
though the idea was positively obsurd
but one night it actually happen to me
just like in the stories I wasn't ready
I was prepared for conflict and prepared for ambush
but to see such a beautiful specimen
I...wasn't ready for this
cautiously I approached this ebony creature
I actually meant no harm
as we made eye contact
Ole Afro laid on the charm
all I seem to get was a devious smile
but that was enough to occupy my time
or at least told me who she was
but before I could ask she said...Kemisan.
MasksEach of us wears a different mask
For daily use, and every task.
Knowing that, with the right face
We might fit in around the place.
Are they a real part of who we are?
Merely an aspect to help us get far.
Does the truth of the mask cover the lie
Make you feel good, or prompt you to cry.
They say that a mirror reflects in a different way
Dependant on the viewer to prompt what to say
But this simple saying hides the most obvious fact
That your own mirror image reflects your desperate act.
Its not always clear who is hurt most
The strangers, the friends, or you; the host.
Is this charade worth all the pain
When it’s not your true self that stands to gain.
Only we know whether it is through fear
That prompts us to make these false visages appear
But once they are there for all to see
Do you only become that which you appear to be?
The SilenceIt strikes without clear warning
Cares not if night or mid-morning
Makes the warm hearted cold
Distinguishes not the young from the old
Its manner is capricious
Universal, not malicious
Conveys peace to those who wane
Transforms pleasure into pain
Brings an end to beginnings
Collects all of life’s winnings
Turns future into past
Changes first into the last
Defeats all the best defences
Inexorably it advances
Feared by many a soul
Yet for others, it’s their goal
Incapable of hate, though hated
Accepted as fate by the fated
The final act of our birth
Returns us all to the earth
The silence will fall on our day
There is no stopping nature’s way
None can escape its sensuous pull
So live each precious moment to the full
Rubai Of SorrowAs midnight becomes a memory, do you lust
For dawn's caress, for your body to become dust?
Do you often lie awake haunted by nightmares
That make you doubt all that you see as fair and just?
I'm Not HelplessI'm not supposed to crumble like a child
Dissolved in foolish tears or aching breast
Or lay me down and weep for trust defiled
Or to my justice cling as though obsessed.
I'm not allowed to mourn my heart's distress.
I am instead supposed to raise my eyes
And lift my head and walk. I'll find the rest
Where warriors go to don their stone disguise
And leave the pain in half-heart compromise.
For I am much too strong, too bright, too bold
To hide my light of joy in dark and lies
Or let myself be less than shining gold.
You tell me this and I convince myself
I'm not the sort to cry aloud for help.
FearI see you fear
I know why you are here
Joyless robber in the night
Breeder of that unknown fright
I hear your voice
Not that I have other choice
Those mocking words you use to taunt
In my quaking heart they always haunt
I feel you close by
Ready with another lie
Know the bitterness of your pill
My confidence you seek to kill
I know your game
But not what you seek to gain
Destroyer only, you can’t create
The mother of unreasoned hate
I live with you
Daily told your point of view
Disabled me from golden youth
Distorted with corrupted truth
You hold me back
Focussed on what I lack
Sought to sell my value short
In your net you think I’m caught
You listen to me
What you want can never be
Though with you I’m doomed to live
Never an inch to you I’ll give
You have no power
This is not your finest hour
Those tainted words I will fight
On this darkness, I’ll shine a light.
You see me fear
Understand what I hold dear
And know that though you make me shake
I shall nev
Writers of LifeIn life we are the creators,
of new joys and life.
In spoken or written words,
In reality and in fiction,
we are nature's renovators.
We follow our own destiny,
in the path of pure evil and good.
We slip up, pick up, laugh, cry
to sounds of our only love.
Among the ones who bring joy,
bring laughter and sorrow,
that imprints on people's hearts..
Is simply an orange fox,
who is heart's killer dart.
While our hearts are struck,
his head is in the clouds.
While our breaths are forgotten,
his feet are in the sky.
He dreams of fortune, fame,
to win this true game.
He only dreams,
to have it stay in the seams.
And so he writes.
He writes of his life.
He draws those identities,
who put joy and misery in his mind.
He colors the pictures of events,
who hides treasures and pain to find.
For finishing touches,
he adds top joys in story world.
To have his life on pages,
colored only in the mind,
is hard to comprehend.
No matter what he denies,
hot to trotinside out
this years' toy
hot to trot
RIP ChastityI hate the feeling
Of being pressed
Into a world
Where I'm something less
I'm not a person
Just a conquest
But I'm not buying
I'm not the rest
"No" means no not
"You should persist"
I'm not the next name
You'll check off your list
If there's anything
You should be learning from this:
I'm not a target
Can't hit what you can't miss
On Helplessness and AntipathyWhat of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
Walking on roads; drained, stained, without hopes and dreams -
What is there to wish for? There are none, it seems
Who will know of felicity's serene sounds.
This life... is worth living? held back like a hound -
To be battered, bruised, always flowing in streams.
What of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
To care for those we love, but none hear our screams?
Alas, such woe was never meant to hold grounds -
These stains are not to be known, nor to be seen.
Triumph against these odds, happiness supreme!
For all this we are known, but are never crowned
What of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
To care for those we love, but none hear our screams?
Reaching OutOnce I was drowning
and a man said "Take my hand."
he drew me from the depths of despare
by just showing that he cared
just by reaching out
I realised what this world was about
I came to a quick understanding
of all the things I took for granted
like waking up each day
or perhaps just finding time to say...
Thanks for being there when I needed you most
and thanks for not pushing me away...just drawing me closer
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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