Fuck it foul language I love it I really don’t care who’s disgusted, the bullshit I try to rise above it but I’m trapped in it, when I think I walk out of it I walk right back in it, I feel like the beginning of my greatness has already ended, my gift from god rescinded, I didn’t do what was intended, too long I pretended, I was always a long shot but short winded, so since I’m gasping for air in the middle of this wartime everything is fair, a dirty soul that’s bare, nothing new under the sun but I’m rare, emotions with no care, how much I gotta share, am I the tortoise or the hare, I can’t even lie I miss the inhale, it made me feel like I was living in heaven when I was in hell, even when I didn’t give a fuck I meant well, I can tell tales of misogyny, self-righteous autonomy to sodomy I don’t know Gomorrah but I know my brain contains HORROR that’s just a straw away from unleashing a furor of sins and immoralities that plague my realities, unimaginable savagery, movements that’s  dastardly, you all couldn’t stomach the answers to the right questions if you knew what to ask from me, so what do you really want from me, you have no idea what was done to me, if you did you would run from me, the real shit my eyes have seen I mask as nightmares and dreams, if I bring my truths to light most couldn’t bear the gleam….


Death to this life I can’t stand it anymore, I’m demanding more so I won’t just stand but soar, I just want to be more than whatever I was before, whatever the cause I accept the effect, reject the neglect, prepared to meet my maker with all my sins hanging from my neck, will he allow me to be rebirthed or will he resurrect, will he give me a fair hand or stack the deck with stacks on deck, plaques on walls, prostrating on all fours, peace but prepared for all wars, searching for a queen behind a wall of all whores, nothing but loose lips and ready to use clits, they so used to the bullshit all they know is the bullshit, finger on the trigger ready to pull it and let the world see my spectacular brain matter, a picture so sad it brings laughter, one praying to the heavenly father and one feeling like a bastard, my literary ejaculations are just seeds of my imagination that impregnates the publics infatuation, even if they abort it, it will forever be recorded, pretty sure some will distort it by the way they report it, and still I forward it, I can’t look back at Sodom and Gomorrah, lessons learned from the Torah to the Surahs, don’t push me I’m close to the edge and my mind is on the border, I’m thirsty but the world is three quarters water so somethings out of order, I’m not asking why I am here I just know I’m here, if I never seen the fog I wouldn’t know when it’s clear, you can only be brave when you face a fear……