Collision Course

You are on a collision course with disaster but instead of hitting the brakes you’re going faster
You’ve set traps on a road only you walk afraid someone will follow you home
greed smeared all over your face it’s a disgrace how you eat selfishness and suck on the bone
you ignore the blood that runs through the streets, remove your shoes just so it doesn’t stain the carpet but you can't get that smell off your sheets
that
odor of fear
the
stain of sorrow you tried to dilute with beer
you
sweat at night afraid to sleep worried that the wolf might come for his sheep

Alone; your only friend is your shadow. ..

but who will you turn to at night?

in your darkest hour, in the absence of light
where
no hope prevails
and every attempt for rescue you try fails
who will you turn to then?
when you
gag from the scent of the wastes of men who will you turn to then when the skies fall and the stars come crashing down and the earth beneath you gets loose?
Who will you turn to when all hell breaks loose?
When
the blood starts to fill up the potholes and cracks
this isn't opinion it's statistics and facts
it's not a revolution of cracked up scientists babbling about pollution, it's an attempt for a solution, if we don't fix it we die!! What’s the confusion?,
do you
think this is an illusion?

you don't care If everybody loses as long as you’re winning
but you
wont be grinning when the world stops spinning
I
speak the truth so you think I’m mean and
your
too comfortable in your ignorance to understand the meaning
of the end

living day by day looking for the next pot to pee in
stop trying to forget the shit that we in
you can't gut this and put the weed in
your
too busy carrying your doomed ambitions so you can’t give a helping hand
if the world is doomed then why fight for oil and land cheezin sitting on your first class flight to success but
what. You. don’t. know.
is that your plane is UNMANNED

Perspective

Call this life what you wish,
be the editor of your story ,
live your dream
or make it desert dull by letting it become routine
but know that you live it on your own perspective.

Religion is the most efficient method of control and the most successfully fabricated lie.
Either that or it's the entity that gives the heart motif to beat and the mind reason to wonder why?
But In my mind, probabilities and chance battle miracles for the prize of my faith, but miracles tend to lose the war when they are unarmed with hope.
Like I'm certain of my death I believe in the goddess that is Mother Nature and her brilliant creation that is love.
I can't say it just dawned on me.
It was more of a surprise
like high noon to a drunkard
that
love isn't a product of humans;
it isn’t a product of the brain when it partially loses sanity but that it truly is the soul recognition of its counterpart, some foreign force the brain cannot explain to the heart…

That selfish rouge metronome. ..

perspective

maybe morals are residuals of a concept that was once pure and true, not sabotaged by lies.
Or it's our favorite excuse for the things we cannot explain or take responsibility for because we are slaves of our emotions.
we provide the bars to our own cell by letting irrational ideologies govern our minds

it's all a matter of perspective

The glass is not half empty it's half full
if you are not living then you are slowly dying
stop lying
cut the hard-line
I'm stingy with mine so if time was my currency then I’m not tossing my dime
It makes sense (cents)
every second counts hence
wasting it comes at the expense of precious time.

Do not see my perspective as bleak
Please listen to the words I speak

You call it sunrise
I call it magic
I watch the ocean spit out a golden flame
The sphere of fire emerges from its swim when dawn calls its name
The night bled red into the water and stained the black canvas with blends of orange and yellow
In awe I smile greeting beauty with a soft spoken “HELLO”
I promise I am not pessimistic
But at night I find I’m comforted by death when I count billions of extinguished lives that are stuck in dark void
Call me paranoid
But I can hear their last confession
as
The moon calls the lovers out for one more session

Keep up take my hand if I’ve lost you in the wonderlands of my mind
But through cerebral masturbation im getting off on imagination and creativity is my ejaculation
shit,im having wet dreams
Maybe I dream too much of the milk and honey land
Where despite our differences people can walk hand in hand
Feet sinking into the sand and love is the universal language we can all understand
So when we speak love translates itself in verse, lyrics for my heart, the one man band
It’s all a matter of perspective

BE

in the still of the night we walk through silver streets our steps echoing in the silence of the dark
the cold seems to have frozen not only nature but time itself and left us alive
no destination set we walk side by side heading for nothing
ready to walk for an eternity until we find forever
we have surrendered conversation knowing that words are emotionless compared to this feeling,
listen to the music we make;
the base of our hearts
the rhythm in our walk ,
the melody of our soul
it's a warmth that fills my chest,
a type no fire can produce
pure euphoria from knowing that you love me, words that were left unsaid.

at the thought you pull me a little closer and wrap your arms around mine.

if you have to leave i know you'll be back like the shores of the seas;
with the tensions and stresses of the world, in your comfort I'm left at ease, without worries
I won't be questioned about my walk or the Ebonics in my talk
you are what makes the better part of me because you let me BE
it’s just me
no defense systems armed
no actor playing a character
no judgment
no fear when there is no such thing as remorse
no expectations,
with you I am allowed to simply exist
I
Can
Just
Be

Show You

I’ve tried to use the reality around us to describe to you just how I feel.

Only to find a disappointing truth;

That I could write the most beautiful verses, but no matter what words I blend together they will not suffice to show you how I feel,

They unintentionally betray my feelings and come out my mouth out as blasphemy

Words lost in translation between my heart and mind

I am trying to paint you a rainbow using only black and white as color;

But if I could show you

If I could show you my love as a physical entity, I think you would be awed by what you see

Marvel at its luster…Its artistry

It’s a shame I can’t find the analogy,

For the sun doesn’t shine bright enough to show what’s inside of me

Measure my love in depth, and find that it is deeper than the voids of space and the abyss of the seas

Peel my skin like an orange and find that loving you makes the most of me like water covers most the earth, it runs in my veins bleeding everywhere within me like rivers bleed across land

Loving you the way I do is like gravity, I can feel it pulling at me

Taking over everything as light does in darkness;

Your love has dangerously become reason for existence, because with you, life is as easy as breathing;

Loving you is easier

Involuntary and oblivious like a heartbeat

It exists only for you;

without you

…it is nothing.