"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Blood streams down the inside of these eyelids,Coated with soiled tissue paper,Ripped clothing and a half chicken rowing down the reddened sea of thought,Picturing every red light down the street bringing these feet to a stop,Reminding me of where I first began at the shore of this garbage-ridden ocean... Red,The color that triggers the bull,The... 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 top flight security guard in the boogie down, South Bronx,... Continue Reading →
All I can be is grateful for waking up and being given another chance to find myself and be who I truly am, whoever that is. Because, no matter of what I think and do, whoever I’ve become today is a person no one wants to deal with at any level in their lives… Being... Continue Reading →
Knowledge. Is it really power? Or, A curse we can't seem to process? In a world so black and white, Either in the wrong or Right, Who am I to stamp what is truth where they only care about a profit? Take a look around you! Answer for most is to make an extra dollar... Continue Reading →
Going against the grain, You must purify your mind, To fly like a dove and, Live a better life! But, How? Is what I'm asking. I'm found in another puzzle! What are the chances? Conformity. More like Cons forming weak standards followed by the masses, And, They don't even know it! Never do they notice,... Continue Reading →
Kind of feels like Human love in this day & age is artificially flavored just like a big ole' sugary packet of Sourpatch Kids, doesn't it? A concrete jungle where every step is bittersweet as you witness one tragedy after another. Whether it be a Pigeon who had lost its legs, no longer able to... Continue Reading →
I have a crepuscular soul, Some would say. Dim, By so many natures. Yet, Light is still seen within every corner of my Horizon... Most lay imprisoned within their own Darkness. Whether or not they call it New York City, A concrete jungle, Or, Their own hearts and minds... I. Just. Refuse to do so.... Continue Reading →
On mornings where my fingers can't paint a picture, I refer to what my dreams and nightmares have to offer. Especially during times where my heart doesn't seem to become any softer... Regardless, I foster my confidence as a prophet in a city where devils run the scene, While rebels act with cameras in hand... Continue Reading →
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