Essence

She is;
sacred-a temple of creation,
holy-mother of tribulation,
a sweet bloom in dark places.
She is;
strength beyond measure,
intellectual and clever,
wordsmith under pressure,
a true vision in hard weather.
She is;
the very essence of guile,
a wish of a child,
a bitter undoing
of all that they wrought.

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Take it in

Breaking, shaking
I’m alone
when the world starts
to unfold
this is heartache evermore
broken, shattered
on the floor
we once witnessed this before
mind at once and then it’s gone
feel the world from getting on
broken mirrors
mind forgot
she keeps breathing
on and on.

In plain sight

Wolf in sheep’s clothing
leading the lowly
taking right over your home
but you know no better
you just have to weather
the violence in their holy tome
if you reject it
or speak of its message
we will take more than your skull.
Allah and his text
pure love and progress
though we ignore it’s anthem-
Muslim’s can lie to the unwise outsiders
they can blamelessly murder you.
Christians are told that
man’s law comes first and
if you do break it
you then must take it
the lashes meant solely for you.
Islam it teaches
to turn nonbelievers
to take over where they make home.
Follow Sharia
no matter the heathens
your home is your faith and your law.
Islam it teaches
to respect no outsider
so you just pretend
that they are not liars
if they do love us
you’ll never know unless
they choose to protect
their new home.

Fractured ware

We all sit under sheer
blessed minds
we hold so dear
closest still but closer near-
we fall under,
we appear,
she is whole
but we still peer
under lashes
we keep clear
she won’t know unless
we cheer
her words come
and we bleed air
we control the lips
and stares
she is us
of this we swear
she’s not split
just fractured ware.

Hopeless

Take, take, take-
break the images down now.
Shake, shake, shake-
the demons are out now.
Fake, fake, fake-
the feelings surround-round.
I can’t make
the walls fall down and
I can’t break
the pattern surrounds
but I am fake
reality a poem and
my mind wakes
surreality a home base,
world encased
glass is only moments
my eyes wait
still on only soulless
when it breaks
fractured but still whole-bliss.

Rip

Rip the back of my skull open
come inside and see the show
it’s quite easy to find your way
the signs are lit in neon glow.
Everyone is welcome!
Everyone should see-
the greatest show in action
the death of all of me!
Rip the skull right open,
dig your nails in me,
open the bone like doors now
the tickets my agonized screams.
Everyone gather inside now
sit right down for the show!
We’ll reveal it all now
the spirits are ready to go
up, up, up and out now
monsters once pain and sorrow,
fiends that turn a clowns trick
and performers that know their role
open the back of my skull now
recreation burns the soul.

Under the tent

Everyone gather!
Everyone come near!
Prepare yourself greatly
for the circus is here!
They have elephants,
and lions and clowns-
get your tickets
for they will sell out!
Rides and attractions
for your selfish actions
candy and treats
and horrors that speak
the circus has everything
you’ll ever need.
Get lost in the rivers of
fun, blood and gore
forget the nights leanings
whatever they afford
ignore the screaming
you’re still in for something more
enter here the ringleader
now the madness has the floor.
Everyone come gather!
Everyone do cheer!
The circus has come to town
everyone get your tickets
the price a steal for now!

Fandom

Everything’s a fanfic
everything’s a remake
not even an archetype
just rehashing the same thing
make a gender swap
turn that character to black
don’t create anything new
representation through recast
everything is grey
everything is boring
we create our same ever
aging stories
deluding all the plots
removing all the glory
creating whole new concepts
from the original origin story.
Everything’s a fanfic
everything’s a remake
even with new chapters
the youth are plagued with simplicity
an artistic example
of animal mimicry
a perfect example of stubborn complicity.

Witness

Wanna be woke
like me-
dope like me
speak the words
I think
are so so deep
keep it all in my wallet
these thoughts ain’t cheap
buy my newest album
and get enlightenment
for free.

I’m the Pope and the Queen
beyond that 90s MTV
the big thinker
I am free-number one gun
it’s all for me.
When you eyelids shut
you pretend to be
someone on top
the woke supreme-

What the fuck
does that
even mean?

but still you wanna be

Woke like me
speak broke like me
swish swish to the itch
that broke my dream
you know she’s got plenty
bling bling bling
used Migos to sell
her scene

Wanna be woke like me
wanna be spoke like me
wanna pretend that you read
while speaking from your feet
half-wit philosophy
pretend I know of Socrates
but still use words like woke
and shit
do you even know what growth is?