overly dramatic prose
trying to return from a semester of
months turn to dumps on this runaway train of
sparring like war lords so we don't end up behind
but the news encourages to turn our brothers
I'm in the motherland hoping this blows
but the feds in control
and the golds all gone
so now all they need are our
so the goons are out
and the hoods ablaze
& crack cocaine
kids as rich as CEOs spilling brains in hopes someone///
ANYONE...will remember their name,
their the same ones who've blatantly bombed each city with it,
they'll be dead in moments
if not seconds.
& the subsequent months will humble the young drastically.
the youth who survive will be scared into anonymity
& will no longer hope to die so
the ones of the middle
like me,myself & I
will harbor lakes of fire in their eyes
ready to ride threw life on rims with no tires
sparks flying because we're so wired
and deserve so much
we're getting bored raiding one portion of EARTH
US AMERICANS DESERVE IT ALL!
or should I say the buisness plot
which really started in 1911
so FUCK WOODROW WILSON,
THE FEDERAL RESERVE,
& INDEFINITE DETENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm out here gettin some &
these politicians got some nerve
that's why I don't plan on stopping until my soul is silenced
& the tree of liberty is replanted
or the stump is burned.
thanks to ruthless cowards who hide in towers
controlling the bank of England
affecting the rest of the worlds economics
GOD DAMN I hope I GET DEAD
for martyrs spar long past their death;
devoid of debt or the rule that couples
full of furious vengeance
like 9/11 just happened again
probably because its in planning
but I ain't no
just a student of history & the law
trapping our way out of the system.
FUCK A BILDERBERG
Ive got streets to turn
into cultural meccas!
where you can pray freely to Mecca
or a Christian
though I don't abide by either one
still on the up & up with my
I sit quietly with a smile & a gun
ready to take back our .orgs
returning it to the people of the world wide web
ever so interconnected.
I guess I'll down another soma
because these dilitonts will be dessert by the time I'm
silenced so my brothers can fight shoulder to shoulder with soldiers
& atlas can finally share his burden.
scores of the daring impaired will tear down ferries wheels
and high rise condos
museums will turn to rubble,as the Hubble telescope gets more and more distant
from our frontal lobes
and children will throw rocks & sticks at fortresses for the rich
simply so they'll receive scraps for
& as winters draw longer
and our hemispheres Dosi doe and leave us all in embarrassment
"that our great global society has come to this"
no IV's.no televisions.
just Darwinism...& Robert Frost recites in the skeleton of a bombed out wall street.
I hope this call is not lost...
I hope GODS LOVE can protect us from friendly fire
this is the world I'm from
the one I was promised
the one with limited options
each so harmless.
which is why I stand pat
& never lose my focus.
this is apart of my opus
intertwined with my endless waltz
where the night-skies smell of fireworks...and even the meek live life like the upper echelon.
I day dream of an Apocalypse
where the only lives lost are lost to living
this is the future I envision
a planet with two suns//not the metaphorical one
I see an air ship with countless turrets
people of all colors
uniting against of only one
that tiny splash of green in the rainbow spectrum....
tis why I appear careless;
so I wont have to survive on carrot sticks
or under surveillance
THIS IS MY METH LAB
MY VOICE OF THE DOOMED
THIS IS MY THICK WHITE PORCELAIN
EYES UPON DABLOOMS!
THIS IS MY CHURCH
THIS IS MY QUILT!
stitch your own square in too
I'am planning on going harder then teiniman square
because I'm scared shitless that the youth wont care
only because they wont know
what they've missed...a life devoid of debt.
ascension into heaven
becomes one that YOU mold and dictate without limitations
though if you don't believe,
or breathe with the pain
you'll never believe.
as for me,I am not intimidated.
I will fight tooth & nail until my hopes are incinerated
hop on my little spaceship
claiming my little corner of the universe
in the cheeseburger nebula...
I HAVE A GORILLA ON MY BACK...ITS NAME IS THE RENISSANCE.