Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sober for Now

Being on top
Falsely
 
 
 
 
But glissering
With the image
Of being blinged out
For now
Torn down
When
The time has come
For a look inside
 
 
 
The crook
Mind of what's my color
Brown
Black
Now known all the sudden as dark
Not a part of light
But honestly
Your seeing
What comes through your mind as
Misunderstood
Defined as
The actions once scared of
But
Raised by their
 
 
Sun being raised
By your Mami
Living in your room
For your teachings of
Light turned to darkness
Over the days you've lived
To stay alive
As taught to the darkness
Turning to the only light letting you live
Still.
 
 

Monday, July 14, 2014

The othe end 2

It's like drawing an F'd up character
Never looking the way it's suppose to
Who ever gave the OK
Of persection?
Well that's what we're here for
A Judgement of Character
What's Wrong
What's Right
w/ the picture
of this character
In your eyes.?
An honest question from a few
Who place blame
Cause it looks different
More unwanted attention
From the maker
Of what the right is.
Lord knows I wanna be perfect.
Maybe I can see it regardless
The unique
F'ups for a chance
To find a way
Home to completeness.
Mis Takes are no longer than mistakes made.
Accidently
Ending up in this current home of F' ing character assasinations
On the land built for possibilities.
Still Surprisingly
Unknown



The other end 2


 
It's like drawing an F'd up character
Never looking the way it's suppose to
Who ever gave the OK
Of persection?
Well that's what we're here for
A Judgement of Character
What's Wrong
What's Right
w/ the picture
of this character
In your eyes.?
An honest question from a few
Who place blame
Cause it looks different
More unwanted attention
From the maker
Of what the right is.
Lord knows I wanna be perfect.
Maybe I can see it regardless
The unique
F'ups for a chance
To find a way
Home to completeness.
Mis Takes are no longer than mistakes made.
Accidently
Ending up in this current home of F' ing character assasinations
On the land built for possibilities.
Still Surprisingly
Unknown


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Going Peacfully



Smoke that last one
All day looking at that smoke I let go
What it would be like
That perfect inhalation
Needing that beginning smoothness
Wanting to take time
But needing it for the head
right away
Well but the wanting
Got caught up and coughed out
Lost in the air
As I search
For some things more important
Then
The final high of the night
Coming all the sudden
Shall we save some for
Tomorrow
Before I can waste more air w/ the atmosphere
Later.
Real Tak
More is on its way.