It's a funny old world
Where addicts
Cause destruction
In their community
And to those
Around them
To their own life's
Being called
The **** of the earth
And yet
We do the same
Addicted to things
Made by Slave's
Addicted to product's
Made by
The death and destruction
Of other life
Leaving nothing
But pollution
And yet
We call drug addicts
The **** of the earth
Strange

When one plays
With the insane
Side of life
Inviting
The Whispering
Into one's Home
When one joins
The orchestra
Of Pain
Listening
To the music
Within one's Mind
Dancing
To the Low Frequencies
Of short cuts Envy
Bitterness WHO to Blame
No matter WHO you are
You will
Be Left Behind
To reap
All that you have Sown

I sometimes
think Of my bed
As my grave
Rising
From the ash's
Every morning
Like a Phoenix
Continuously trying
To Fly Everyday

Are you looking
For a group
A base
For a home
Where you can Feel
Comfortable
With the proven
Human
Like minded
Where you can
Take off your Mask
That protects you
From the monkey
Minded People

Are you Looking
For a group
A base
A home
Where you can Speak
What you Think
No Longer
Destitute
Psychologically
No Longer
Politically
Homeless

Tell me
What's it like
Living in a country
Where there is so much
Systemic institutional
Structural racism

No idea

I don't Live in a country
Where I can't grow to be
What I want to be
An acter
A politicion
A professor
Working
In all levels of this society
But you have to work for it

There are those people
Who are jealous bitter
Green with Envy
Looking
For a colour to blame
No matter
what the colour

But the Millions of people
Who Live Here
There not that many
SO
What country
Are you talking about

I don't understand
Your an African American
How can You say this
Well
Number one
What I'm saying
Is True
Number two
I Am Not
An African
I Am
And Always will Be
An American
DELETE
DELETE THE ****** INTERVIEW

Why is one

Restricted
Limited
In one's
Thinking
One must Understand
That the Only Faith
That is Not
A Psychological Crutch
That has Value
Worth more Than mere Gold
Is Faith
In Yourself

Is one
Still scared
Of allowing ones
Philosophy
One's
Way of thinking
To out grow the Spoon
That Feeds You Theirs

Coz one understands
Being Excommunicated
Ridiculed
The loss
Of everyone You knew
Means oh so Much
Psychological Pain
The Long Walk
Starting One's social Life
All over Again

Is it not  Strange
How people say
My energy field
My spirit
Like it its a Possession
Something owned
How can one
Own it
It is You

Do you feel
Behind your
Reflected  
Broken Smile
Your  
Psychological Eyes
Of Apprehension  
The words  
You carefully use
To speak

Navigating
Through your Feeling's  
That are Screaming  
I Need  
Standing  
At your Door  
That Floats in your Heart  
To carefully watch
The one who comes knocking  
While the children  
Wait  
With bated breath
For their Happiness  
And yours
Depends  
On Your Instincts
Not
Your Wishful Thinking

I do Try!
To be on time
To meet myself

To stop the Wondering
Within these jungle thought's
That i create
To avoid the path
That will Lead I
To myself
For I Know The decisions
That will be made
Could well be Set in stone
An Unavoidable Path
No longer Wondering
With no direction Home

Have you heard
On the digital Grape vine
That your lifestyle
Ain't gonna be So fine
Coz one's digital friend's  
Are beginning to Suspect

You're not
As Hollow
As Them

Your digital cardboard cutout  
Is beginning to Fray
Slowly showing
That your Drifting Away
Into Thought's  
That are Forbidden  
To be Expressed  
So be Careful  
Where you tread  
Their Digital Traps Are Set

It is said
Those
Who want to live
Their life's
In intentional Ignorance
Belittling
Becoming trolls
Let them be still
And those
Who are not
Let them be still
For at the End
Of their days
Those
Who continue to vibrate
On the Base line of Life
Will be screaming
In Fear
Of the Psychological pain
When they Finally understand
The meaning
There be Sharks
In their Jungle Of Perceptions
In Their
Pig ignorant Dog eat Dog World

There are
So many circles
To choose from
So many A.I.s
And biological Friends
SO many side's
One can
Take comfort from
With all the
Psychological
Persuasions
Yet to come

Some will be heavy
Some will be light
Depending on one's
Frame of mind
And all
Will pass you by
But they are
At the end of the day
Psychological Persuasions
Just the same

Their motives Unclear
Until
Hindsight Explains
The Reasons Why

One now Suffers the the pain
For Not Listening
To one's Instincts
That are crying a river
A Sea of broken Perceptions
That one created
For wilfully Ignoring
The Feeling
Of Future pain

Most people dismiss
That feeling out of hand
When politicians
Are debating
About our lands
My feelings
STOP me in my tracks
Explaining to me
The feeling
Of the word
That I'm feeling
Is Slimy

It can only Be
When you want to
For no reason
That your Honesty
Is Clean

One cannot Change
Peoples minds
For the Possibility
That one can
Is zero
One can Only speak
One can Only write
One's possibilities
Of one's Belief's

And Wait

And those who Have
An unconscious Feeling
That there is
Something Wrong
Those who Haven't Slaughtered
Their Curiosity
Of Understanding
The Psychological
Possibility
That they
Might be wrong

Will Come

No
one can't Change
Peoples Minds
By promotional Repetition
Cherry picking
Bullet points
One Can Only
Wait
For they
They Alone
Will Decide Their Fate

The Lying
Has spiked
At the borders
Of our world
Where the Innocent
Are mixed with those
Who are Not
Mass
Deportations
Requires
AI Mico
****** Profiling
Or your gonna
Recreate
The Trail of Tears

You lost your state
of independence
the day you allowed
business
to become a crowd

In the graveyards
of the obsolete
their bones
they still rattle
in the lungs
of the young ones
on the vote
that you carry

Escaping
from common logic
is sometimes mistaken
for freedom

Sooner
rather than later
your mask
will fall
it will be then
when you look
in the mirror
that you see
what you do not recall
your younger days
before you were trained
to wear a mask
that doesn't quite fit
your face

Will you ever finish
what you started
when you promised
you would change
when you promised
you would turn
another page
that you would dig deep
into your emotions
to find
another way
to break these chains
of this twisted hidden
love of shame
of I'm sorry I promise
I won't hit you
again
depending
on what I feel
when frustration
becomes my pain
thinking
the only thing
I can change
is your face

when your body
Your nerve endings
Your mind  
Are Screaming
Blue ****** ******

IT will be forgotten
Not even remembered

For it cannot be  
Described  
Only felt  

But the Fear of Change
Will twist your world  
IF you let it Worm  
Its way
Into your  
Everyday life  

For it has the nasty ability  
To change
your personality

Do you know
How many Subscribers
And followers I've got
How much money I get
How many people like
To know what I'm doing er
You don't do You
YEP your right
I don't know
COZ I don't want to Know

DO you know
How many people subscribe
To me
How many like to know
What I'm doing
Their called Friends
NOTE the word friends
Not Strangers not bots
Real flesh and blood
Friends
Do you know
How much money I get
No
I get **** all
Man that's Sad
Hahaha
You think
I would rather be wearing my shoes
Than yours
Uploading
Your everyday life
To your followers
Who are strangers you've never met
The stress of doing it just right
The obsession watching everyday
For thumbs up and Likes
You get a thumbs down
And your world
Comes crashing down
You get depressed
Now that's SAD
Living your life
With those happy smiley
Digital faces
And the one's
You do meet
You wonder a little paranoid
Are they after
A slice of my pie
NO my friend
I couldn't Live
A fake Life

Being feeble minded
Has been
Psychologically
And Scientifically
Stolen from the old
Now trending
Among the Young

Morning grey
Is gonna be the day
When it all comes back to you

Some how
You've realised
What you're gotta do
You now don't believe
In Anything

That is said to you
Anymore

You gotta leave
You've gotta clean your head
Find your own
Point of view
IF you stay
Your gonna Pay
In way's you can't Conceive
THEY will say
Anything
For you
to stay
But the leash stays on
Until your in your grave
But lately
I found the one that saves me
I found the one that explains me
And after all
This time
Passing by
IT was on my wall

The problem with
The sound of silence
It has a nasty habit
Of opening doors
To thoughts
One never thought of
Before

When those
Who play
With the pattern
Of Life
It is Only
The honest
And the poor
That Pay
The Price

You let them in
You opened your Door Wide
Because what they say
How they say it
The moves That they make
That Convince You They are Friends
As they Slowly **** you Dry
Of Everything That is You
In Your Desperate need
To have Friends
And Now You pay the Price
Always thinking about Their Wellbeing
As yours
Slowly Decays