Dear Mr.President I will addres you quite openly
because I see you speak of morality and fiscal clarity
while a bunch of your sons sanity swims down the drain of price calamity
that justifies recesional reality from economic rationality
but didn't Adam Smith state that economic theory lacks applicability
in real situations concerning worldly probabilities
cuz, quite realisticly, every 5th childs' dreams of better life eligibility
evaporate with the epiphany of your next move towards sustainability
big brother is now a real life government experiment on anti-hostility
and our every move and word you record for reasons of security
so how come you can't hear the cries of detrimental social disparity
or is CCTV blind for midnight sexuality and penal forms of insanity
caused by a fusion of pop-culture (i)morality and alcohol afinity!
Im tired of not saying a thing, Im tired of letting this slide
It is not about hip-hop anymore,it just happened to be what opened the door
for my mind and my soul, at which point I chose to take control
look around the world and let go of this race that we hold
this sadness, this madness, this perverted notion of religion and god
global warming won't revert the cold in my soul
nor will all the fannies that shine from the magic box on us all
it will not make me slip from the rhyme I behold
it will not make me forget what goes on in central hall
so this open letter is a dire warning to you all
from another lost child that had enough and won't take anymore!
06.02.2011
Labels: Poetry
24 past since the last verse cast,
Woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes.
And as a solution, my new resolution
comes for diffusion of lingering confusion.
Last year I tried and I worked so hard
Twenty, double one is just about to start,
and I’m gonna make sure it all flows from my heart.
Cherish my brother and speak a little smarter
all with a thought of the ones going under.
Because your reality would never be mine.
Still I must admit it’s kinda hard to define:
one blood, one life, one tribe, one people.
Souls are getting lost, there aint a second to waste,
Another day, another corpse,
Labels: Poetry
So before my final farewell’s a bid
I take time to reflect on my lows and highs.
and some friends have come to and end.
My heart used to be full but now it’s empty.
My pockets used to be dry, now there’s plenty.
And now I know how to stand my ground,
and it turns around!
But most of all, I’m thankful that I learned to let go,
Walk the earth and listen close as it starts to show,
miseries, victories, all the highs and lows.
The bird only lands on your shoulder once,
so be sure you’ll be there when it does.
Cuz in our small piece of space and time,
So with that in mind I’d like to say “It’s fine”
to all those saying that I crossed the line.
I always mean well but I make mistakes,
And every new soul that I met had a story to tell.
And everyone ends with “I wish you well.”
I wish you well!
Labels: Poetry
Inhalation,Intoxication!
Are those really the cures for the frustration of an entire nation?
Procrastination,degradataion and criminalisation,
pick a piece,we hardly part with all we name sin.
Fighting to love because we love to fight
Racism,inequality and bomb shells.
Decoys for the true war,one we lead with outselfes.
For what it's worth,being free means nothing if you're hurt.
Stand up to yourself,take a deep glance.
One life,one love,one chance.
Labels: Poetry
Nothing feels real, but the Glock in his hand.
Labels: Poetry
I thought for a while what I wanted my 100th post to be and in the end I wanted it to be something that represents me and what I stand for so I wrote this.
So many times I'm, covering my eyes
Peeking through my fingers
Tryin' to hide my, frustration at the way that we treat
Turn on the TV, seein' the pain
Sayin' such a shame
Then tryin' to go on with my life
Of that, I too, am guilty
So we send a lil' money, tell 'em it's alright
To be able to sleep at night
You will pay that price
While some of these folks' lost their whole life
Now it wasn't on the nightly news no more
Suddenly it didn't matter to you no more
In the end almost nothing changed
What the hell, what was that for?
So don't ever tell me "life is fair".
Seems like we don't even care.
Labels: Poetry
Every breathe I breathe is cold as ice,
everything I touch is burning.
Ever since I lost imagination.
Like a stream that flows into the sea
I am lost for all Eternity.
Ever since you took your smile away from me
Every beat strikes cords of you and me.
Every move has all but meaning.
Ever since I crushed serenity.
Sometimes
the sound of goodbye
is louder
than any drumbeat!
(c) Outspoken Poet
Labels: Poetry
Radiant stares of delicate treasure bronze eyes
Capture a stars glisten as it lingers in the sky
Her soul silently levitating in the vastness of the night
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
Thin sunbeam satin strands, lightly dust her skin
Full luscious lips, highlight the slightest dimple of a grin
Her beauty a fascinating portrait, from hair line to chin
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
Chilled winds lightly blowing, enlarge the peaks of her breasts
Igniting a flaming fire, housed deep within the halls of her chest
Expanding the nights blackened walls, becoming darkness' sweet caress
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
The shadows light, delicately bouncing off the wavering of her curves
Tracingly devouring the shallow hollows and rounded swerves
Licking up every droplet of her skins dampened preserves
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
A mirage of perfect perfection, hovers distantly in the night
Highlighted by the earth's glow and the darkness' ray of light
A chameleon of pleasure locked away from mans sight
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
Labels: Poetry
Your wells are running dry.
And though the days of Martin and Malcolm have ended
your power has descended,
and off to the side.
Fought by the victims of your own polution,
who have found a solution
out of your prisons of delusion.
So mark my words,the day is near.
When we shall stand as one.
The Human In Humanity shall overcome!
Labels: Poetry
there's a way..
we can survive
there's a way...
we can get close to flying
there's a way I know
there is no harm in trying
take a little love, and pass it on...
Labels: Poetry
Time to wake up, It's the begining of your game.
The synthesis of good and evil and what lies inbetween.
Blazing on the surface,superficial deep ends.
People can be weird only if your weird with them.
Metamorphing words as a depiction of a man.
The goals of a free soul,animated in a frame.
I would like to know what is the ocean for a whale.
I dream to comprehend nature's everlasting plan.
Tell me,can a door exist without a wall put by man?
Can a life be worthy if you never make a change?
For the alternative perception,a transition to power,
and it;s prominent affection,
represent nothing more,than escalation of descend.
A silent war is raging on,for the loyalty of men.
Narrower the view becomes,the bigger is the plasma screen.
Individual perception leads to personal reactions,
So my vessel floats.
As I set a course for Avalon,
and challenge many more to tag along.
Labels: Poetry
You love to hate and you hate to love.
You only feel when you are involved.
You're so consumed with how much you get.
You fill your heart with pain and regret.
You're fading,when he keeps on taking.
You believe that we are by no mark the same.
You tie with others on the basis of hate.
You fill your pockets but you empty your soul.
You bow to idols that no not what is love.
You're fading,when he keeps on taking.
I fade with you,even though I can see
that which you bypass,that you hold the key.
We're hopeless,until our hearts are frozen.
We're sightless,and vision is priceless.
You're fadin,when he keeps on taking.
Labels: Poetry
Wouldn't it be foolish to pretend that the world is fine?
That everyone is living good and noone sufers,
that free speach is appritiated,that the government ain't lying.
Wouldn't it be foolish not to notice what is going,
our homeland is being sold while we chase ephimeral happyness abroad.
And what is left is a country of the old,
thrown away and neglected,once a nations memory and gold.
And the young fade away in oblivion of conscience,
What was once a steady pillar,now is outdated morals.
Tell me wouldn't it be foolish to let yourself fade away,
in a meaningless existence,until your life turns grey.
Wouldn't it be foolish not rise above the filth,
not ever make a change.
Maybe your better standing still!
Wouldn't It be foolish (to) live the life of a fool?
Wouldn't it be foolish by the rules of the cool?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?
Wouldn't it be foolish going through as a slave?
Wouldn't it be foolish not to think of other slaves?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?
Wouldn't it be foolish still to keep my mouth shut,
when I cant hear my own thoughts from the screams.Am I nuts?
To let this shit slide for so many years,so many times.
But now I'm strapped with my own mind,rejecting lies.
Wouldn't it be foolish to watch our world spin out of control,
as we dig our on graves where we burry our souls.
Anothers' pain fades away,just as easy as our days,
our sins reinforce,the last thng that we would slay.
Wouldn't it be foolish not to act or speak,like you do?
Wouldn't it be even foolish (to) spread lies like you do?
Just a short glimpse into time,for what is not there
and for what will never be mine-
a mind at ease,soul at peace,ethernal shine.
Livin in this world is mad wrong.
From a boy who can't smile,comes his gift,a sad song.
Wouldn't It be foolish (to) live the life of a fool?
Wouldn't it be foolish by the rules of the cool?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?
Wouldn't it be foolish going through as a slave?
Wouldn't it be foolish not to think of other slaves?
Tell me wouldn't it,tell me wouldn't it be?
Wouldn't it make sence to be the one who makes a mend?
Labels: Poetry
Today I stroll down memory lane.
Across the path of my mistakes,
and under the arch of my triumphs,
where my pile of dissapointments lays.
It's a personal voyage that I've taken many times.
And every time at the end of the line
I shun and close my eyes.
They expand wide shut,
as I fall back into my state.
An abnormal normality.
Dreaming a reality,
whilst dreaming in reality.
Labels: Poetry
I don't remember you,you faid away somehow.
I still feel touching you,so why is it that now,
whatever I do,whatever I say,I know deep down inside.
I'll forever be lonely.
But what could I do,what could I have said.
Now that you shadow's erased,I can't just stay.
I will never be anything other than lonely.
You don't remember me,I've faded from your mind.
I couldn't be all that wonder for what is loosing cover.
Can I feel what I felt,but not harm what I find?
After you,I'll forever be lonely and I
wonder what I could have made,
wonder where my image fades.
No need for another though,I'm lonely
Without you,I'm lonely,without you.
Ain't no day like the one before,I'm burning,without you,
I'm burning,efervescent,without you.
Labels: Poetry
And then she whispers "love come along".
Use me,abuse me, it ain't that wrong.
I can see the start of a beatifull relation.
I can ease youre pain, I can be your salvation.
Just close your eyes to my bad reputation.
If you be with me,you will feel no pain,
buletproof to hurt,you would be a superman.
A fabulos world,not a care exist in my frame,
what I can do is more than simple pleasure.
I will love you like no other lover,whispering your name.
I would never let you go till the very end.
We would be together,even in the worst weather,
when they tell you let me go,I'll hide you in my grasp,stronger than ever.
And we gonna run,run far away,we gonna run forever.
Or until the day that we can't be together,
closing our eyes,forsaking this world only to come back never!
(c) Outspoken Poet
Labels: Poetry
Clouds come together as the skies turn dark,
in the midst I stand alone,under my own ark.
I’m exhausted, barely breathing,
holding on to what I believe in.
And no matter what, you'll never take that from me.
My will goes as far as the eye can see.
When the rain pours,and when thunder strikes
When the world turns deff to your desperate cries.
I will be there,head up,no strains.
A hearth full of anger and a chest full of pain.
That’s my fuel by my own concoction,
justifying every moove,attaching meaning to all my actions.
Cuz I'm a monster, mystery resolved.
A horror to the ministers of silence.
I'm a problem that would never,ever be solved.
Be shallow,walk asleep,by any means let it be.
Only thing I please is my soul to be free,
let it beat what can't stop beating in me.
Labels: Poetry
What I do is what I feel
And what I feel is where I have to go
And where I go is where you are
My love, my fear, my beating heart
My simple answer that I'll never know
When I'm with you,time's standing still.
Your heartbeat can't hide what you feel.
My moon,my sun,my stars,my sin.
My simple dream that I shall never live.
And what I say is what I know
And what I know is what my senses say
And what my senses say is this
My heart will burn until that day.
When my senses will not miss,
your touch, your smile,your gentle kiss.
The only logic that a love can now.
Labels: Poetry
I wish I could teach the world to see.
I wish I could have curage to back my own convictions,
to sentnce your actions and the hate they bring.
I wish I could understand what's the fish to the sea,
whats the wolf to the forest, what's the cost to be free.
Sitting on the stairs observing years worth of photographs,
people I loved and respected yet I didnt tell'em that.
I think of him, ithink of her,
and I come accross the memory of you, yes you!
I remmember you said "I trust you cuz its you"
well I dont trust you exactly beacuse its you!
Still I wish that you find your promissed land,
set a course for avalon and hope that many others tag along.
I dream of so many things, that to most sound absurd.
I wish the words written by my hand could change the world.
So I seek power,to be added to my verbs.
How can I get answers, when my questions aren't anyones concerns.
So tell me,
can a door exist withouth a wall?
Is it still a nightmare if there aint noone at all?
Can we rise up before we take our finall fall?
I wish that souls wouldnt sell so low.
I wish that words could heal us all.
Make us realise the lies and open up our eyes.
I wish the news be a pleasant surprise,
when I tune in to BBC.
So tell me,
How many lives does it take to make you see?
But yes, I Believe and I envy that state.
But no matter what, the soul shouldn't lay at rest.
So may your struggle make you great.
Never let it make you hate.
Know I wont stop till we free from them gates.
Labels: Poetry
Radiant stares of delicate treasure bronze eyes
Capture a stars glisten as it lingers in the sky
Her soul silently levitating in the vastness of the night
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
Thin sunbeam satin strands, lightly dust her skin
Full luscious lips, highlight the slightest dimple of a grin
Her beauty a fascinating portrait, from hair line to chin
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
Chilled winds lightly blowing, enlarge the peaks of her breasts
Igniting a flaming fire, housed deep within the halls of her chest
Expanding the nights blackened walls, becoming darkness' sweet caress
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
The shadows light, delicately bouncing off the wavering of her curves
Tracingly devouring the shallow hollows and rounded swerves
Licking up every droplet of her skins dampened preserves
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
A mirage of perfect perfection, hovers distantly in the night
Highlighted by the earth's glow and the darkness' ray of light
A chameleon of pleasure locked away from mans sight
In a shape shifters darkness, as moonlight becomes her.
Labels: Poetry
