.:POETRY:..:My True Self:.
Like a schizophrenic I’m caught in either episode of two personalities
Stuck on the cold conviction of both plays on my mentalities
Left to contemplate if who I am and was is still the same
When inadvertently I’m fixed up in this frustrating mind game
Playing on the dangers that face inadequate redundancy
Disillusioned by the daily lies that pass with no discrepancy
By those who overexert their trifling ways for some attention
I now give my consideration to those who need not be mentioned
For the rest, be forewarned don’t take the glossy gimmicks for wisdom
Just as misery loves company you‘ll end up the only victim
Meddlesome individuals gossiping everyone else’s whole life story
To make up for the one they lack they try to dissipate my glory
But first let truth be told as time unfolds my story’s getting old
For in the search to find one’s self the world keeps getting cold
Seemingly colder than the last poor soul who tried to keep me warm
Who found my weathered heart, a blistering remnant of my mind’s storm
But I adjourn, left suffering from my perspective of backs turned
Frostbitten to the heart even in temps that all else would’ve burned
Nonetheless I still persist regardless of my pains and its degrees
Having hope that the hand I was dealt will soon set me free
Free from this burdensome struggle of mind games played
Like a drug to the brain leaving my future option decayed
Like these nosey parasites that suck the life from my being
It saddens me that these superficial fucks live in the same air that I’m breathing
But I’m a slave to the soul from which my heart and body is controlled
So through willful struggles and struggling wills my true self shall unfold.:Minority Assault:.
I ask…
Who de who… who de who…
What to do? What to do?
When you live in a society that’s biased, comprised of violence and filled with poverty
When life and liberty sound like death and captivity, and happiness is just a novelty
In a corrupted media system spoon-feeding paranoia through ignorance
Until diversity became a cursed spree of brothers killing each other through negligence
Of diminished intelligence in the eyes of the oppressors who find justification
For our flaccid progressions and continued regressions in the trials of exploitation
When discrimination was thought to have found conclusion with an “I have a dreamâ€
We still sleeping, disillusioned by the false pretenses and misguided truths of this regime
And so I ask…
Who de who… who de who…
What to do? What to do?
When infant mortality has my future son destined to die in the hands of his mother
When onslaughts of greed and glory would drive someone to kill his brother
Like a slave to the commercial consciousness demeaning the rights that makes us free
Shackled mindsets of what my mind sets as the cause of fiscal gluttony
But our economic endeavors only guarantee for exacerbation, pain, and starvation
To grant freedom of speech and press all the while deprived of the education
That is needed and will precede the inevitable next order of true civil revolt
So as to rise from the greatest depression of all time, the minority assault
And so I ask…
Who de who… who de who…
What to do? What to do?.:Risk:.
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your ideas, your dreams,
before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To believe is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the
greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing, do nothing,
have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change,
grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves;
they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
