"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Jobs are hard to stay consistent with, at least for me. If there is no purpose my soul can find within any kind of structure of work, then by God will I rebuke it to the hottest flame Hell has to offer. But, as a top flight security guard in the boogie down, South Bronx,... Continue Reading →
Jobs are hard to stay consistent with, at least for me. If there is no purpose my soul can find within any kind of structure of work, then by God will I rebuke it to the hottest flame Hell has to offer. But, as a former top flight security guard in the boogie down, South... Continue Reading →
Walking through this desolate New York City I sometimes refer to as a scorching Hell, A sock was found in a grave-like ditch when crossing over to Broadway. Taking notice of so many bodies empty of compassion, All I can ask myself is, Who's foot was in that sock? Were there too many in his... Continue Reading →
Run away, Run away, Run away. Is what I want do the moment that I wake. Not because I feel pain... Not because of any kind of internal hate. But, Because too much of "Them" are seen every. Single. Day... "Can I get a quarter?" Is the phrase, You will hear as soon as you... Continue Reading →
Sunlight beaming from the most high. Leaves dance against the wind with nonchalant strides. Grass fields cover all of Earth's blemishes while being stomped by soles of a lost mind. And I, Have no other choice but to soak it in. Wearing a smile while I mold visions of peace, Flowing with some ink, Loading... Continue Reading →
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