It is not the colour
of the skin
that you live in
or even where
you are born
it is
the colour
of your thoughts
that define
your state of mind
in a world
where thoughts
are becoming
colour blind

It is only the basics
that are required
to understand
the whys

Are you happy
in how you're growing
within the body
that you see
in the reflection
of your perception
that brings you
to your knees
when the chemicals
and cutting
do nothing
but please
your broken belief
that only the outside
really exists

Why should you
feel
so embarrassed
when other people
can see
that you
do not fit
into the shape
that they
in their ignorance
believe
you should be

How can we say
we live a life
when our intent
scrapes clean
our honest pride
to leave
our morals
nowhere to hide
but within
the comfortable arms
of denial

The rich
may lose a little
but they will still
be rich
the poor
will lose nothing
for they will still
be poor
but for you
who call yourself
middle class
it shall be you
we will  meet
on the streets
and in the parks
with your cardboard blanket
looking for a place
that's warm
while your children
start over again
clawing back
all that you have lost
all because
you put your trust
into the ballot box
of hope

Do your dreams
keep running
is your reality
just slumming
in the valley of illusions
are you aware

You assume
there are no gaps
in your thinking
you believe
you have a continues line
but when you are pushed
on your common sense thinking
you break down
and scream
like a child

Light
has no meaning
when it only shines
in the dark

It is only when
you have cancer
in your thoughts
can you be called
a walking corpse
one who walks the lands
of fractured dreams
looking for
a reflection
to please

To annualize
what you vocalize
you must first
socialize
with what you think

Not many people
survive
when they cross the line
to a different frame
of mind

When logic
doesn't understand
reason
feelings
do not exist

Is it logical
to have feelings
with no meaning
to what you are thinking

Truth cannot be destroyed
only hidden
behind corrupted doors
forced
into a twisted corner
battered and beaten
hanging in chains
and there
it still remains
hidden
by denials wish
that this
skeletal abomination
of truth
should never be allowed
to speak
to those who seek
the reasons why
we
our children
have been
denied

Why do you need
to see
what's behind the door
are the words
I love you
not enough
any more
why do you insist
on looking
behind the scenes
when you know
what you will find
will not be me
yet you hope and pray
that I will change
while wishful thinking
becomes your cage
as you lay
on your barren bed of despair
believing
one day
I will care

You were not expecting
the feeling to be here
you could not believe
as you gazed
across the space
that separates you
from the place
where the one
you hold in your dreams
waits to be united
with the half
they have never seen

Is it not
the silence
in the night
that you dread
in that place
where your mind
begins to drift
into things
left unsaid

When your mind
has been shattered
every shard
must be found
among the ruins
of your broken heart
within
these decaying thoughts
with denial
beyond belief
that you knew the price
you would pay
when you walked this way

What I am
is who I am            
and what I am
is ME

She never said
she could love
but she would stay
for a while
and in that time
when she bedded
your spine
your thoughts
did nothing
but whine

Psychology
is nothing
but a flawed prophecy
of what you might do
depending on your mood

It is when the door
starts to slowly open
within
our minds eye
it is then
with growing fear
we will have
to decide
will we hide
within
our house of cards
with our belief
of denial
that our denial
will last
or will the wave
of our imprisoned feelings                            
pass us
through the door
to a place
all our life
we have tried
to ignore

Are we not
all halfbreeds
from races unknown
the only species
that has survived
the troubles and strife
in centuries gone by
from a patchwork
of broken memories
and forbidden
archaeology
we will
grow

Hope
like any other
psychological drug
taken
when it should not be used
brings a thin skin of happiness
that you assume
runs deep
as despair
claws its way up
from your abyss
to lay claim
to the hope
that you wished

It is when
one starts to slide
does one start
to change
where ones lack of empathy
begins to feed
on the feelings
that should be making
one weep

Hope is like
a flash in a pan
looks pretty
feels warm
but not for long

Are there not times
when you wish
you could just drift
within the wind
that lightly blows
across a soul
that slowly grows
within

How much longer
do i stand
at the crossroads
of future plans
within the shadow
of this skeletal tree
waiting
for someone
like me

Do we not keep
our fears close
and our denial closer
as we try to cross
the river that whispers
there is life
on the other side
for here
your denial shall drown
for without denial
there is no fear
in the belief
you cannot change
the things
that has brought you
to this point
at this time
in this life
that you live

Are you not now
at the point of no return
where the things
that you wished for
now slowly burn
in a broken reflection
of a broken dream
that lay
forever buried
in thoughts
that continue to scream

When someone
you think you care for
becomes scabby
don't wait
for scabs to fall
peel back a few
take a look
is this the one you want

When I Look through These bars
Of your design
When I feel sun
Through the window blinds
When I smell fresh air
When you open the door
I bow my head
And Cry
A little more

Do you feel
comfortable
within these walls
where you sit
do you feel
satisfied
when you look through
these *****
cracked windows
of your life
gazing
at all the hopes and promises
that you faithfully made
to the reflection
that still patiently waits
for the day you complete
the things
that you say

Is it you
that dreams
of being conscious
while conscious
has a dream
of being you

Could somebody
please tell me
because
I find it hard
to understand
how is it
that people say
they work hard
for the future
of their child
yet leave the future
of their freedom
out on the cold
concrete streets
to be hunted
by the wall street wolfs
like sheep

Is this
all we have
sympathy
for the innocent
who are being broken
and starved
dreaming
the same dream
of eating the food
that we
throw in the bin
is this
all we have
a strong hope
that we proudly present
to strangers
and friends
while our feelings
sadly sit back
and watch our ignorant
shallow thoughts
entertaining our mind
on how to pretend
that we
with our pride
change lives

At what level
do we vibrate
in our
psychological state
what feelings
do we create
to cover our mistakes
that we ignorantly made
to calm
our shallow thoughts
that scream in rage
every time
we try
to turn
A new page

Are our feelings
speaking a language
we don't even try
to understand
are our morals
still preaching
tomorrow
we will stand
while our empathy
plays the game
of trying
to hide the pain
that drips
silently
from the corner
of our desperate eyes
that are slowly
becoming blind

Why do you
Refuse
to see
it is not your hole
that sets you free
but what you feel
when you see
that the one that loves
actually believes
you are a beautiful
human being

I'll help you out
I’ll help you out
I won't
let you drown
from within
I’ll help you back
to these muddy shores
for your heaven
is too far to swim

We are given
fool's gold
and like moths
to the flame
we fly

Could you relax
to the fact
that cannot be
denied
that the life you feel
is the one
that you hide

When you summon evil
it is not
the devil you get
but the dark side of humanity
and if you succeed
you will wish it was the devil
you released

Rare Are the eye's
That show respect
Without Fear
Of being wrong

That shows
The honesty within In a world
Where Honesty
Is Feared

We live in a place
Where animal species
Are being Hunted
To near extinction
For their bones
For their fur
For their paws
And Yet
WE are not
On the endangered
Species list
WE are Forced To hide
by our mother's
WE are
Hunted
The day
WE start to breath
Codemned
By our own skin
For most of us
Who live
Long enough
WE know
If we are not with those
Who are human
We shall without a doubt
Lose body parts
To the machete
For the magic show
That starts
When they hunt
One of us
A Dying Breed

It's hard for Us
In these lands full of Lies
Trying to stand
By what we believe

On the streets
With our jungles of fear
Watching for things
That are unclear

Often to late
To try to reinstate
Our blood that now flows
Along the ground

COZ we're Human

Down to our Bones

And we're wanted

Dead or Alive

There are Day's when I Weep
When I Look at my Child
Knowing the thing's
She Has to Hide
When she's on the street
With no jungle of my Fear
Not Watching for those
With a mask of Sincere
WHO will take her Away
Never to be seen Again
Until they Find
Her shallow Grave
COZ she's Human
Down to her young Bones
And she's wanted
Wanted
Dead or Alive

It has been said
For many years
You cannot Pass

No matter your tears
No matter your wants
No matter your needs

For your Heavy
Vibrational
Emotions
Will Forever
Keep you Chained
In Recarnations
Within this Circle
Of Lamentations

Where Your Mind
Not You
Is free

Does one's life
One's
Way of thinking
One's
Way of Living
Looks Suspiciously like
Someone's else's
Copy and paste
Belief's

If the act
Of observation
Is an act
Of fact creation
The question is
How does one
Decouple
From the
Less then 1persent
Of What We See
Fakery
Could it be
That there Are Fake humans
Who continue To Believe
That there's Probable Cause
To Believe What they see
No matter the Fakery
On their favourite News feed