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We’re In Way Too Deep

admin — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:16:38 +0000

We’re in way too deep

Can’t find what we seek

In a world of lying casualties

It’s the silent dying….

While the loud drown in luxuries

To what end does this pattern resolve

Knives break the silence from those uninvolved

People killing through anger not reason

Five year old’s grieving

“Mummy”!

“Somebody”!

“Daddy’s not breathing”

Another killer is made

A child’s vision is slayed

Their innocence leaving

Time grow’s revenge that’s forever inbreeding

That child’s now the kid that you fear on our street

Ten years have gone by and we’re stuck on repeat

The poverty trap has turned up the heat

We’re in way too deep

Uncaring Society’s became further flawed

That kid’s now a man with no love for the lord

His response to a world that just turned it’s back

Join a turf gang and feel safe from attack

Only options give the gift of free choice

Only money 2 burn gives the gift of a voice

That man on the street is finally grabbed

The blood on the pavement confirms he was stabbed

While he takes his last breath he remember’s his grieving

The words that came back as he died from the bleeding

“Mummy”!

“Somebody”!

“Daddy’s not breathing”

We’re in way too deep

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Talented People Are Crazy

admin — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 17:03:05 +0000

I feel for talented people
And their crazy ways
Running around indented
With their heads cut off
Tormented
By the constant thoughts
Of create
That they disregard
As imperfect realms
From which they can’t
Escape

Ever talked to a talented person?
Loved a talented person?
Befriended one?
They’re like a multi-footed amoeba
Their mind away to long
Caught in a vortex
Of oneness

They’re like whirlwinds
Tornadoes
A cataclysmic Mess
Silent why’s
Disrupting lives
Soaring lows
Searing high’s
Distress in progress
Feeling souless

Talk to a good poet
A writer
An actor
What is their anguish?
The world they live in?
Or
Their self they reside in?
It’s the fight of flesh versus spirit
Power versus meekness
Trying to stay humble
And yet not knowing why
They are this way

They need a vice
Something to keep them from
self destructing
And becoming the Earth’s equivalent
Of a black hole

“Dude! what’s wrong with you?”

Ask them that
Next time you catch them
Gazing in tears at shattered glass
Because what you see as glass
Is to them a reflection
What you see as broken pieces
To them is a beginning of a puzzle
What you see as transparent
To them is opaque or translucent
Depending on the colors
They paint it

Yes
Talented people are crazy
But not your definitions
Of learned meanings….

They do not fit the obvious
They are not manufactured
They don’t even think outside
Of the box
They think inside
Prisms
But if you meet a talented person
And regardless of your impression
Remember that what they give you
Is from their soul

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Deathwish

admin — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 13:33:47 +0000

Here’s a list of things to do today:
…Sharpen my blade (check)
…Take my antidepressants (check)
…Kiss then destroy your photographs before a mental image
Of your face tears up my brain (aw…I haven’t done that yet so X)

Life’s a game that’s full of pain

Whose insane
Who me?
Just want to be free
Take control of my own destiny

Whose to say that I’m not right
That life is dark and death is bright

Death fills me with hope
Life fills me with dread
I know that we live on when eventually we’re dead
Death can not be any darker than this!
I step in to a lighter abyss

What’s this ?
I was right!?

No suffer, no famine, even darker here looks bright

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Inspire Me

admin — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 16:23:35 +0000

I ponder through this life and wander indecisively
Recoils from a distant past infiltrate my sanity
My assassination of serenity is blamed on doubt
No Hero comes to save me despite my constant shout
Where’s my guide to stand behind?
Why have I been left to wander through life blind?

Inspire Me.

Give me direction, show me affection
I’m looking at the endless sky
Pleading for connection
Guide me in, scald my sin
Take me to the very edge so I can hear god’s hymn

Inspire me.

Why do I find fault in every thing I see
The world around me
Why do I feel so alone I question my own destiny
Rescue me
Set me free
Ease my intensity

Inspire me.

I’d feel enlightened to die…
If I could find the right way to take it in my stride.
Inspire me to suicide
Inspire me to live
Either way inspire me for some thing has to give

Inspire…Me.

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The excuse to use if ya ever late

admin — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 16:12:28 +0000

Time is a measurement of nothing, there is no tangible proof it exists you can’t see it, feel it, touch it, or sense it, there for time is nothing more than a perception created in our minds, so now we have accepted that time is a perception then we have to accept perception is open to interpretation and interpretation is fallible, Sooooo when we take all this in to account boss I’ll think you will find I was actually 10 minutes early…. Ya welcome ….. any one got a pen?

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I Am Puppet Free

admin — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 09:08:32 +0000

am I a wanna be?
I find myself
Trying to be
Striving to be
Wanting to be
Someone other than me

Recently
I’ve failed to see
That insecurity
Does nothing but destroy me

I’ll never be
What they want me to be

Because I’m not their dreams,
I’m only me
That’s all I am……
And can ever be……

I cant be light nor polite
I can’t help being bright
Gunning for the fight
Being angry with insight

I cant be
Normal, grateful, placid, high
Nor will I try
I’ve broke my back
And jumped over continents
To avoid all the flack
Taken all of the consequence
To be perfect with in their eyes
I’ve now come to realize
That insight makes me right

I know who I am in a world that’s unsure
If you whisper stop than I’m screaming more
Wanna know the difference between me and you?
You don’t see what I do, you don’t see what’s true
Society is a puppet show, Society is muppet pro
Be awear of such things
Be awear of their strings
that makes them all so

Why spend your life worrying about what puppets think?
Why let other people take you to the brink?

People are puppets they don’t think, they react
They follow other puppets in to any act

Change your battle front to the top of the strings
Your fight is with, what the puppeteer brings

This is his reality,
This is his mentality

So armed with this I don’t care for your view
just another puppet, who does not have a clue

The only view I will listen too
Comes above from the blue

My creator and he alone will judge me
No puppet has earned the right to budge me

I’m no longer
Trying to be
striving to be
Or wanting to be
Someone else other than me…..
I am Puppet free

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Back 2 The Blade

admin — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 08:59:25 +0000

Back to the razor
Back to the slain
But this time the blade,
Won’t stop the pain

Digesting this
Is harder than swallowing bricks
Tooth chipped
Blackness on fingertips
Gripping for something substantial
Coming back with only a handful

Skipping lines I ain’t memorized
Replacing words I then realized

They told me all could be made right
If the lies we spit were out of sight

And that time wouldn’t wait for us
So we had to pull the weight of us

Watching the storm form
Clouds over my head
Wish i was dead

Rain,
Dripping over my lids
Stinging my eyes
I drowned in a lake of everyone’s lies

See-sawing the knife
Against my vein
To save my life
To keep me insane

Makes no sense
It should though
I was always past tense
It was all in last year’s show

Back to the razor,
Back to the slain
But this time the blade
Won’t stop the pain

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Leicester Lyrics

admin — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:38:22 +0000

Yo we live in our city of Leicester
Where races all mix with no pressure
An urban sign in space and time
Where religions cool and colour’s fine
We’re black and white across the line
It makes our City really shine
Where other Cities just say never
Leicester Show’s we’re all together
We’d end wars with our mentality
Inspriring new reality
I’m down with Leicester and all it keeps
It makes me smile in a world that weeps

Wigston Represented

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Teach the world to Rhyme

admin — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:09:43 +0000

I’m gonna teach the world to rhyme for fun
To communicate with out a gun
make them see the blinding sun
The revolution has now begun
Or began, what ever man
Words can make a bigger bang
If rhyming makes you hear their say
Then they would throw their knives away
All our kidz need is the chance
To show that they can make a stance
Every Hood can harbour good
If MP’s listened like they should
If you want to stop the killing now
Help the change and show them how
You’ve ignored their plight for far to long
That is why it’s all gone wrong
Yo help them sing a different song
Show them that they do belong
And that you care
All their asking is what’s fair

A dedication to every youth who lost their life because no one listened R.I.P.

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Life’s Melody

admin — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 13:11:06 +0000

Life’s a game played out on earth’s plain
Life is a test against you, not the rest
Life’s just a stage, another turn of the page
Life’s waiting room, your name called too soon
How you live it means all
Will you fly?
Or just fall?
But most of all life is you, and if you stand tall
If you believe
then succeed
Believe in yourself
Above anyone else
Can you stand for what’s right?
Show courage in the fight?
Under stand insight change darkness to light?
Life is the hardest battle we face
Can you flow through with grace, stay ahead of this race?
After you last earthly breath you live on in death
What’s left
Is your biggest day
It’s just you and your actions that come back and play
Stood alone to look at every decision you took
No excuses will hide your own written book
When your life is played loud

Will the tune make you proud?

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