Am I crazy

Or is it just absolutely wrong for the press (AKA the fourth estate) to be purposefully, undeniably, and unapologetically biased?

For any reason?

I had to study “western” history to the detriment of knowing my true history. Was I the only one who paid attention? Have you not read, at the very least, the CliffsNotes on the foundations of freedom?

Seriously.

Y’all all crazy.

Fuck y’all.

Especially all you one time artists (actors, musicians,no talents) who decided to sell out. Don’t you dare tell me what I gotta do.

Read a book you ignint motherfuckers.

Black Knightmare

field nigga
in a suit.
educated and,
yeah,
‘articulate’.

awake,
integrated,
socialized,
sophisticated,
and….
patient,
like a raisin
in the sun.

head bumpin’
to wisdom beats.
patient.
waiting.
patient.

ready

to ride
or die.

You ain’t ready for this.

the ugly hotness

tears and smoke.
lost souls flying,
one way.

the (second)
worst thing ever.

how,
when,
will it ever be ok
again?

lost generation:
fear mongering
and
baptized
in hate,
and
ghosts.

Now,
a Light,
reeking of arrogant bomb-
ast,
rises
gently,
proudly,
TRIUMPHANTLY,
to heaven.

Dare
to
Dare,
don’t look back,
and do it again.

 

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walking backwards

less travelled,
a loop.
I’ve been here before,
With You,
and You,
and You
and You too.

Goodbye
is best said on mute,
so cowards think.
but Lovers,
bold and foolish,
welcome Hurt-
Old, or New,
and
embrace farewells,
secure in the wise
callowness of youth.

Fare thee well.

and

next time,

Bring some little ruckus to your heart.

Who 

no one.
not a damn blessed soul
ever told me this road would end.

that everything just kinda,
stops.

Everything,

but me.

laying awake-
spinning,
healing,
falling,
waiting

in the absence of what never was.

illuminated by the love I see,
illuminated by the love I feel

inside of, and
for

you.

Yeah Babe,

You.

lost world

orphans of a God misplaced,
wailing hungrily.

simply yearning
for
but a touch
of love
unfulfilled.

hardened eyes
spew
vile vitriol

honest hearts
vomit rotten truths
unto brothers
and sisters all.

blinded,
seething
fearful and small,
remaining generous
in the pain they share.

 

momma come home
we don’t
any more.

 

Dare

it
just could
be
true.

maybe.

He
&
She
both,
smiling
on
me?

dare I believe,
that I
am so deserving?

dare i go
towards?

dare i travel
inwards?

confidently,fearlessly,…
joy-
fully?

Life’s
Son,
extinguished
by the oft thrown cloaks
of
mediocrity,
doubt,
&
equality.

dare i stand
Up?
dare i stand
Apart?
dare i acknowledge,
Me?

Love’s cleaving
&
Souls’ impassioned friction
genesised
the spark
that is me.

Who,
then,
will fan
my embers?

Who then will
feed
satan’s fire?
prometheus’ flame?

 

Who then
‘s gonna stop me?