A Legend.

I look back at my life some times and realize, I've come a long way just to reach a certain level of sanity... And vanity, Just glad to be, Me. It's a first, Just to face the mirror and smirk, Through thorny vines in this concrete jungle, The abyss of the struggle, Reminding you of... Continue Reading →

Mr. Murda Mo’

Double barrel glocks, Propped, Under a pillow where he dreams of another shot... Shot, Shots! All over his mind from the minute that he wakes, To the minute that he drops... Number one gangsta' on his block! A top notch learning curve for pitching a rock. Dealing a heavy stock of Death for a fiend... Continue Reading →

Dead Jokerz

Dark skies shroud eyes of a joker as the storm, Begins. As I bat mine, There are no signals to alert my mind, That someone will come by protecting me with, A shield I can only hold for myself on this battlefield I was placed in... Concrete rife with debris from each bomb detonated by... Continue Reading →

Small Poemz & Stuff

Sometimes, Poems can be small, Even if we have so much to say. Because, Silence overrides anything you would like to do, When all you feel at the moment, Is pain. Pain shooting up and down your spinal cord from working so hard on the hottest days. Pain stepping on your brittle toes, After walking... Continue Reading →

High Like Dovez In The Sky

Rising from the inner depths of His Dream World, Once again, A pigeon, All white with eyes as black as night! Pierced through His wounded soul with a riveting gaze making Him feel, Alive, As it landed subtly on the outside of His window sill... But, Why? Is all He could ask that Pigeon, All... Continue Reading →

Cyborgs & Star Wars

When the world ended, It wasn't what we thought. No rapture involved. No Flame disintegrating leaves who have already made the Fall. Not a single tsunami breaking down our walls. But, A change in everything that once was in modern day Babylon... Don't you think it's odd that most people feel the opposite of Human... Continue Reading →

Home For The Brave

Whistles of death echo through the Playgrounds of Freedom... Chains rustle. And rustle... Soothing melodies for those who have turned a blind eye towards torment, Truth and captivity... A land where its inhabitants isolate their hearts from any form of Love. Fires burning away Earth's beauty, Fueled by rage, Subconsciously misplaced, By the Devil's persuasion... Continue Reading →

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