Whispers

Every morning before dawn
I whisper a secret in silence

I balance my tone and scream
Absolutely nothing

"..." Excuse me
Were you waiting for me to give you ammunition
So that you may riddle me with bullets of my fears
So that you may murder me by drowning me in my own tears
Do you really expect me to share my nightmares

If you do, then listen closely because.....

Every morning before dawn,
I whisper a secret in silence

It is only spoken for ears I cannot see
It is only spoken for me

When my concious becomes that word of today
I'll look your way
Ears bleeding and eyes whistling
As i'm whispering...
Are you listening?

Supreme

Economical superiority
Respect and dominance
I strike fear into the heart of the fearless
I have complete mastery over the minds
That are cocky and sublime
The ones that intertwine with the finest things
And define the times that we live in

I AM THE EPITOME OF SUPREMACY
I am able to recline, relax
And devour time, with hopeful rhymes
I am the mastermind to subordination
Barefoot on tar pavement
And I'm racing

But I don't rank in numbers
I do not rank in metals
I rank in power, leaving the inferior for dead
Choosing my moments of miraculousness
Simply for my entertainment
and your pain and suffering
But, I do thank you for trusting me

However, something has me quite disturbed
I feel as if your perception of me is absurd
How dare you have the nerve
The audacity to belittle me
I deserve the title...God

I have the characteristics, The achievments
Of authority and transcendency
I am not soul cleansing and replinishing
I am judgemental...I feed off of criticism giving by hypocrites
And poetry written by atheists
I am inconsiderate, inconsistent, and I agree to disagreeing
I can scream to the deaf, keep the Immobilized still, And keep the blind from seeing
Yet, I am not your supreme being
I simply survive by being supreme

I am me...

Alot of people judge me by appearance
But I am not that fool
For I can see the clouds clearing
before my tattoos and piercings
Until the rain starts interfering
I am not god-fearing
And even though you may not like what you are hearing
I am me

The person you always see
and percieve to be "well known"
But its hard to believe that you often agree with what you see
Or hear my dear
An fear will have you
Misunderstanding and abandoning my complexity for your simplicity
So that you may better comprehend my personality
But in all actuality you know nothing about me

How dare you try and confine me to my worries
And exclude me from the loop
Ostracize and criticize me
But you will not characterize me
And my characteristics were not meant to be placed in your category
Of trendy subliminal tortures

Please excuse my mouth when its open
For the truth of your existence I may divulge
Simply so our minds may indulge intellect
I am not here to reflect but progress in new directions
Never reluctant to regret and make corrections
For the follower is always less affectionate
Than the passionate poet who's merely overproportionate
The optimist whose extraodinarily unfortunate
And tries to smoke away the reality that they're poor as shit
But still, I am me

Your foolish rumors of numerous days has you stuck in your ways
And only proves me to be factual
I keep a calm head a content existence and I keep my thoughts rational
A disoriented Impetuous conflictual intellectual
Who sometimes second guess's my aggression with discretion
Slight obsession with imperfection
Spreading depression like an infection
I am the rebel resurrection of an insurrectionalist
Perplexed,I am a flawed perfectionist
And still, I am me.

A simple mission

I am on a mission to change and rearrange my mindset. Not my thoughts but my actions. Lashing out at my misfortune brought me a limited satisfaction. The body expresses what the mind is thinking... And if there is any doubt in your mind, it will surely be proven sooner than later. The truth is greater than any fraudulent expectations that we as a people seem to be infatuated with. You'd think the mirages were obvious. The collages of poverty painted perfectly across gray skies with blatant lies, and lives that end horribly. Surely there is a greater box outside of mines, a brighter grass to find rather than what’s just on the other side of the fence... Hence the different colors of the rainbow hints at a world of diversity… and despite the controversy of what counts as politically correct… we are still taught to respect the chains forced upon us… punished if we neglect the opinions that supposedly matter the most. The games that we play and it may sound cliché, but the hoax on our entity is simply to make the rich, richer, and keep the poor, poor. The projects are a sore site for eyes filled with wealth and selfish thoughts. People, life, death… at this point anything can be brought. There are no limitations on expectations when the tellers at the bank greet you with friendly smiles on their faces because your funds are lacing their checks and they just expect something from you. Like the women who don’t really want you but they lower themselves for ones and hundreds in exchange for fun and repugnant shit. And I was really just wondering? Can you pay to erase shame that is stained permanently to your brain because even after every one has forgotten, you still remember and tremble from mistakes in the past that offered you a better future? Just not a better title. Sitting idle… waiting for success… but all that you could offer was sex. But then again, that was all that was offered to you. That’s all that was expected of you, so instead of perfecting you, you decided to settle for stereotypical criticism but when the truth calls you always forget to listen. You always forget to envision yourself as what you choose to be. We are what we prove to be and if you refuse to see the rain behind the fire in her eyes. The sunshine. The deterioration of a nation… lives wasted from dream chasing instead of goal setting and never forgetting whats most important at the end of the day. I guess we all pay that price to live this life until we suffice. Everyone will doubt you until you show and prove exactly what it is that you are about. Never believe the hype and demolish strife with progress. Instead of projects. Because projects are nothing more than plans to achieve a goal, and progress is moving toward that destination. And if you cant decipher the difference between these locations then don’t feel vain… This is probably about you. And I hope your bullet proof... Because the truth is flying from every angle... Your life is in danger... We're soon to be endangered... And I'm sure the haters are proud to see us falling off one by one.. Sleeping with a guiltless conscience because we are killing ourselves.. And each other.. And our youth... And our elders. We are demolishing a history of victory meant to be cherished humbly. Not parished and crumbling beneath our very own throwns that we can't see past whats in front of our eyes. Behind all the lies and disguises that we find behind the harsh, cold, enlightening, proven fact...  That you are how you act... And thats why I am on a mission to change and rearrange my entire mindset not my right but my actions.

Good morning beautiful...

Good morning beautiful, how did you dream my queen? I've been watching you, so peaceful and serene. I couldnt possibly be the one to intervene with you so deep into your beauty sleep, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... How did you dream my queen? Did I invade your adventures, did I take part in any of your fantasies... Do you love to dream of doing that dance with me? Do you dream of enhancing me for I am not all that you desire, or am I more than you require, give you more love than one person should acquire... Good morning beautiful, did you need me more than ever last night, were you being attacked by nightmares, I've come to fight, and after defeating the illusion dreamt by someone with a wonderfully creative imagination, I'll hold you tight, and I might even take the time out to start a conversation and ask... How did you dream my queen?I've been watching you shivering and shaking.. Plus your completely naked and I can see every inch of tension in your body, and improbably should have waken you... But I couldn't possibly be the one to intervene.. Not with you in a beauty sleep so deep. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I can't hide the extreme urge to tell you... Good morning beautiful, I missed you last night.:. And its such a site to see when your laying beside me and I have to battle my hands to not touch and love you out of your sleep, go deep underneath the sheets and greet you with... Good morning beautiful. I often wonder how you slumber, you look comfortable snuggled tight beneath the comforter... A slight glow from the window illuminates your figure and I crave to drive my fingers down your road of curves... Hopefully to reach the destination I deserve, and I will preserve every memory and moment captured between... Goodnight, and Goodmorning beautiful, how did you dream my queen?

Sincerely, Poetrii

Comes and goes

She said the pain comes and goes, confidently as If she was sure that if could not, and would not last forever. Eternally living internally, entering me with a hurt so sweet, promised me that I could stay Alive as long As I breathe, or as I bleed the blood of my culture... Then I'd never be food for the vultures, the scavengers, the predators. Pray that the concrete holds didm beneath my pedicure. I mean I said I'm sure but I didn't actually mean what I said, how can there possibly be foundation with all of the dysfunction running through my head. So many running through the streets living dead... Non- existent from the poison the have been fed, and I myself is full of lies.. Toxic verbal waste got me heading towards the skies. It took me Lot of time for ms to realize that I was living for absolutely no reason at all, thought that if I didn't mean anything it would cushion my fall and I could resist the need to call out. Favor with no plans of reimbursing the wrong nature of living, steady forward, no reversing, shit happens, no rehearsing, last second reactions are must see tv, no commercials but she says the pain comes and goes... And she said it with a cockiness in her voice as if she was promised to live forever, and I'd wondered why her pain wasn't consistent, completely demolishing her existence. Holding proof to the phrase "we were born to die" and I watch her wLk through life with her head held high as I cried over spilled milk. Her presence as smooth as silk, a flower starting to wilt, and she managed to muster out a secret... Told me that it was up to me to believe it, but the way that she conceives shit is that "we were born to die" and she sees no reason to live dead if the end was approaching, why be soft spoken if soon what you've heard is all that you will ever hear, and there is no sense in living life if you're going to live it in fear. She said "we are born to die" and she said it as if she was holding in a cry long over-due, she said it will injure and insult you, with no fault from you it can be snatched, crumbled, and thrown in your face in a split second, a lesson learned in return for living, simply to die. And I had to question why her personality seemed to fluctuate.. And she said "the pain comes and goes" but she said it with this slight hint of arrogance, as if she knew that she had lived a life worthy of death.

Sincerely, Poetrii

The beauty of it all...

Sometimes you just have to stop, and pay attention..

To really capture the beauty of something...