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

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

I'm
One of those People
That Pretend I'm convincing
My mind
To fully Commit While
My mind Remains Confused
For My mind
Doesn't Understand Pretend
For at the end of the day
People Say
There are Question's
That Must  be Asked
Who runs your body
Is it not Your brain
And who Runs your brain
Is it not Your Mind
And Who Runs your Mind
Is it Not You

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

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

One night
it will happen
i will
follow me
to see
where i go
when i sleep

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

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

It is not you
Becoming
Tired of Life
It is life
Becoming tired
of You

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

Between the lines
of which you speak
betrays the one
who believed

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

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

Woman
You don't understand
From your
Neck down
I know you
You see
I'm a little Strange
I want to know
What I don't yet Know
And that is
From your neck up

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

It is said
Time
Is not measured
By any Calender
Time
Is measured
By what you do
Within It

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

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

Escaping
from common logic
is sometimes mistaken
for freedom

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

My eyes tell me
You look beautiful
But my mind
Insists
On knowing
What lays beneath
The chemicals
That are hanging on your skin

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

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

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

The smoke
that comes
from your car
could that not be classed
as passive smoking
or the chemicals
you spread around
your house
could that not effect
your children’s breathing
or the chemicals in your fridge
that you feed
to your kids
could that not effect
their thinking
so could you please explain
why you complain
about something
that has no meaning

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

It is When writes Anything
Be it For a living
For pleasure Or Therapy
One does Not Necessarily Believe
What one has Written
But For Those Who's Sanity
Rests with the Pen
One Must

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

Strange world
Where people believe
That Original Sin
Is Not
Wilful Ignorance

Has one
Ever felt
The Feeling
In one's Quiet Times
All Alone
The feeling of the question
Uncomfortably
Unconsciously Asked
What do
You want to Do
Survive
In this system
With all the knee bending
That is Required
Or live Life
With Everything That it Brings

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

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

Jigsaw puzzles
Are no different
From words
Trying to figger out
What words fit
To create a picture
With meaning
SO that others
Can understand

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

Is denial
the only friend you have
when you look in the mirror
within the eye of your mind            
where your own personal demon
waits with a smile
with emotional baggage
snapping at the heels
of your remains

It's strange
Memories
That i don't Remember
The Feeling Of The Pain
I've met Through out my years
But I have A nasty feeling
That the Pain
Remembers
Me

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

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

Have you ever taken a ride
to the sad side
where the tracks
lay buckled and bare
where the ones
who are born to trust you              
look up in quiet despair
at the face that says  
I love you
with eyes
that don't really care

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

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

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

Are you looking
for something
in someone
but only feeling the need
are you are somewhere
near the border
where there are signs
that you should read

How
do you do that
I would like to know
the skill that's needed
to make it so
to stretch one's illusions
over the cracks
of your broken thoughts
where your denial pretends
that you could be friends
if only
you would ignore
the knocking
on your door
that echoes inside
your head

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

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

Do you sometimes
wake up screaming
knowing
it is still there
like razor wire
coiled around
your inner thoughts
slowly shredding
the empathy that you court
as it whispers
the pious words
that you blindly repeat
to the hope
that still believes
that your intent
will set you free
from the coils
that hold your inner thoughts
in a place
that should not be

Can you hear them
as they slide
through the cracks
of your  thoughts
demanding you take
the first steps
on this road
you have yet
to regret

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

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