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susan Nov 2014
guilt is overrated
so too is an overactive conscience

to be burdened emotionally
with another's cruelty
is ludricous

independence of a warped mind
is attainable
necessary
for spiritual freedom
working on achieving exactly this
Jesse R Anderson Apr 2014
The more absurd the concept,
The easier it is to see
That, forthwith, it will be taken
To a ludricous degree.

Group A will declare it—
An issue of great import.
Group B will tag it preposterous
And demand their day in court.

Group C comes to the forefront,
With inconsequential facts,
And will use them as the basis
For ad hominem attacks.

Group D calls a conference,
Claiming they have the solution,
Which will (naturally) necessitate
A violent revolution.

Then somebody sets off a bomb;
Now it’s page one news.
Panels of experts will be convened
To express their cogent views.

Disquiet and anxiety
Will sweep across the nation.
Each side blames others for everything,
From abortion to inflation.

Are we witnessing the fateful events
That will tear our world asunder?
Nah! It’s just the banal anatomy
Of the latest nine day wonder.
A simplistic rant against manufactured crises.
A lot of  people maintain an image
Just to feel apart of the percentage
Of the elite
**** them ******* they can't compete
When the revolution begins
They'll be on they feet
Beggingin pleas
Worried about Donald Trump ***** please? At ease
With the ******* you stressin
I got a Smith n Wesson
For their nerve testing
Intellects at the strongest
Clique the longest
Muthaphukas waiting in guise
Right before yo eyes
You'll see a surprise
Folks going crazy minds are too lazy
Laughing at these critics
Cuz they words don't phase me
FBI I know you got the PIs
Watching the **** I say
***** I'll die for this
And if you gotta problem
You can duck a sick
Get mixed like guns to ammos thAt click
Cuz I'm on a verge to peel
Muthaphukka it's a **** at will

Everybody jumping locin
Up puff clouds
I be smoking no chokin
Only ******* chokin
Is them ***** *** politics
With there brains open hoping
To escape the pain and misery
But ***** I'm revengin for
What ya did to me or he or she
My black indian  ancestry
Gave me the skill to ****
Jumps made on Capitol Hill
Tales from hood ain't never
Been so real
Forget the double negative
Murders an imperative
As dark angels be yo **** narrative
Now jump in yo casket see
And take a picture for the cemetery
I see ya eyes wide open
Windows of soul is the token
Feelin' fear fear of the unknown it's shown
Throughout the way
Ya played in the war zone
Once we bust back imagine that
You had us for five hundred now
We busting back mad cuz I'm black
Got paperstacks
Upping my figures so I can get triggers
We all about the gun play
So **** what you say
Its day of the mad Hebrew
Circlin' yo communities
Takin yo souls away

Last of dying breed
Indeed evils feeds greeds
But I still planted my seed
We multiplying
While racist prejudice politics dying
And liberals are ******* too
Red white or blue
They all on the same team
Extracting each one of our dreams
Yeah n they say you can have a piece of the pie
But when I look in sky I see lies
Sin burying inside of sin
We so deep within
Can't make amends til the fin
I'll be true til I die
Black n Hebrew so don't ask me why?
I act like this talk like this
You ******* mad me like this
Talking ludricous
Reservin yo number spot
For yo burial plot
Licking my shots smokin pots
Infrared dots
Aimed at the crown of yo dome
Addin' chapters to my tome for real
Until
then it'll b a **** at will
******* prejudice ******* **** my black **** til the pigment come off
Money clothes to hoes, fashions shows, see the blood on the front of the door,
Hallways, always had killers with aks no delays, I'm just tryna get a stay,
Where my head lay, too many folks out for the wicked display, hands for pray,
Laced together, thinking like how lord, can we live in peace together,
Through many seasons of weather, I'll still endeavor, over many boulders levers,
And the heavens, poured out a water spout, no doubt, had to learn a new route,
Or else face the gun muzzle snout, to my mouth, streaming many tears,
Tried to swallow my fears, yo my brothers had beef with some money arrears,
My visions was blurred, far from clear, sneaks of the shot gun, plot scheme
And run, they did for fun,
I knew death was the outcome, I'm feelin like Socrates,
always outnumbered and out gunned
yo Son!
I'm looking to the sky, like why, so many days
To nights like this,
Ludricous child stuck in the wild, never knew the cracks of a smile,
Joker war play foul, oenophile meanwhile, as I spread my wisdom senile,
Twist my henny, like the necks of an owl, instincts lurking, got my conscious in a growl,






Preachers on the streets, but still cant stop the violence that speaks,
Silently, riot violently, can't throw up, the peace sign, if we hate ourselves,
****** robbing ******, for bare minimum figures, catch the pictures,
Stainless scriptures, end days in all ways, folks will be starving always,
Mentally spiritually, they don't see what I see, place my thoughts at the sea,
So I can be free, free my mind from the guilts leased off of mankind,
Still sippin dolla wine, got jesus grief in my bloodline, watch for the signs,
Seven horns, with seven storms, catch the swarm no good luck charm,
Will stop the alarm, from waking up, pain chaos and corrupt,
Will come to an end, let the fire of wrath expose within, while we living,
I'm only giving, the harsh truth, watch the demon troops for the scoops,
Focus ready aim, one eye closed for the final shoot,
Another soul under the earth's boot, smoke trees til I extend my roots,
In the auroras, hit my thoughts like Dora soon to explore tha,
Vessel seeds to the divine creeds, let knowledge to mankind bleed,
Worded coated like DiVinchi, saw death in the forms of a frenzy, ya feel me?

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