Within the books of history they leave out facts on what it took to be an American
I see you sitting there with your dark skin, ancestor blood but no knowledge of where you come from
In books we read and see pictures of what the government want us to believe
and by believing we destroy our own history
the one that was here before all the wars, drugs, minimum wage, and dead trees
you see
they mixed the bullshyt in with formulas giving to us at birth
destroying the pupils that could see past all the lies to the hurt
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Torn in between the two
see before you i had what i thought was the world
that little bit of earth that grew alone in a field of dead roots && darkness
but you were something more than that
bringing in more light than the sun when it first peeks through the cracks
opening my eyes up for new options
while on the other side of the plate laid a full meal half eating
you were the drink
the supplement that fulfilled what i was eaten couldn't
i thought i had everything I've ever wanted
until i found this raw passionate outlook for attention
i use to believe that buying new things were stupid
that holding on to what was broken, used, or just no longer were exsistant was the good shyt
until i found you, sticking out like a sore thumb on the top self
you caught my interest
like glass shattering across a marble floor i couldn't help but to hear it
while he were the broom i swept you up with
until twist of faith damaged what could of been
making locks jam uncontrollably breaking doors off of hinges
he became my source of energy
the one dusted cover book hidden way deep in the attic that held meaningful memories or the bone a dog first burries
you on the other hand became something so fatal like a heartbeat
the virus hidden in the core of my computer
see with new shyt remain the same problems
constant phone calls to people for fixation
relying on the same old shyt to replace you why your getting fixed
debating whether or not if what i had was it!?
whether i should dwell on the past rather than seek for mistakes within a new future
if its all the while the same why give up on a old habbit
that little bit of earth that grew alone in a field of dead roots && darkness
but you were something more than that
bringing in more light than the sun when it first peeks through the cracks
opening my eyes up for new options
while on the other side of the plate laid a full meal half eating
you were the drink
the supplement that fulfilled what i was eaten couldn't
i thought i had everything I've ever wanted
until i found this raw passionate outlook for attention
i use to believe that buying new things were stupid
that holding on to what was broken, used, or just no longer were exsistant was the good shyt
until i found you, sticking out like a sore thumb on the top self
you caught my interest
like glass shattering across a marble floor i couldn't help but to hear it
while he were the broom i swept you up with
until twist of faith damaged what could of been
making locks jam uncontrollably breaking doors off of hinges
he became my source of energy
the one dusted cover book hidden way deep in the attic that held meaningful memories or the bone a dog first burries
you on the other hand became something so fatal like a heartbeat
the virus hidden in the core of my computer
see with new shyt remain the same problems
constant phone calls to people for fixation
relying on the same old shyt to replace you why your getting fixed
debating whether or not if what i had was it!?
whether i should dwell on the past rather than seek for mistakes within a new future
if its all the while the same why give up on a old habbit
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Pary Close attention (susie)
Pay Close Attention
Susie….
Susie had long hair;
and wore white dresses
with baby doll shoes....
Susie was all the while joyful!
One day, while drifting away, a mothers’ thoughts were interrupted by a noise of destruction coming from down the hall where Susie room was....
Susie!! she yelled....
while opening the door to Susie room where flowers and pictures once hung in the entrance but now were replaced with a sign that says, “Susie has been evicted..…”
Susie!! she yelled frantically…
Bulbs, smashed into a billion pieces, laid throughout the dark floors where in the corner she notice her little girl....
Her hair was shortened;
clothes were darkened
and shoes were torn
Rushing over to little Susie
YELLING!
Susie what happened!?.
As she lifted her head; Susie’s corrupted eyes poked there way into her mother’s soul && flash backs of Susie’s so called happiness accrued.....
with tears of fear Susie’s mother yelled,
“Susie!!! What happened???”
her eyes pierced through the top layer && hitting her right in the core;
flash backs, memories, became even stronger
WAIT!!
Susie! I’m sorry....
for 20 years how could your own mother not notice you were unhappy?
dressing you in clothes that were to only impress them....
“Susie but I’m sorry…!”
how could your own mother not see that you were hurting.…?
days you came home with black eyes, torn clothes, or defense wounds on your body....
all you ever said was i feel or the basketball had hit you in the face
“Susie I’m sorry…!”
Now she understood why there was an overwhelming feeling of neglect && loneliness hovering over her as if it were a noose around her neck…
SCREAMING!!
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
How could I, your own mother, not notice
nights you were gone without calling and when you came home I gave you hell;
but didn’t think to ask why you cut your hair....
How could I, the one who gave birth to you,
not notice you were traumatized by another man with all the help you were seeking???
yelling,
WAIT! BUT;
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
“I'm sorry for never paying you the slightest attention…!”
But all little Susie could say as she lifted her head and eyes contracted back from the soul they were putting in a grave...
my name's not Susie it's Josie!.'>Pay Close Attention
Susie….
Susie had long hair;
and wore white dresses
with baby doll shoes....
Susie was all the while joyful!
One day, while drifting away, a mothers’ thoughts were interrupted by a noise of destruction coming from down the hall where Susie room was....
Susie!! she yelled....
while opening the door to Susie room where flowers and pictures once hung in the entrance but now were replaced with a sign that says, “Susie has been evicted..…”
Susie!! she yelled frantically…
Bulbs, smashed into a billion pieces, laid throughout the dark floors where in the corner she notice her little girl....
Her hair was shortened;
clothes were darkened
and shoes were torn
Rushing over to little Susie
YELLING!
Susie what happened!?.
As she lifted her head; Susie’s corrupted eyes poked there way into her mother’s soul && flash backs of Susie’s so called happiness accrued.....
with tears of fear Susie’s mother yelled,
“Susie!!! What happened???”
her eyes pierced through the top layer && hitting her right in the core;
flash backs, memories, became even stronger
WAIT!!
Susie! I’m sorry....
for 20 years how could your own mother not notice you were unhappy?
dressing you in clothes that were to only impress them....
“Susie but I’m sorry…!”
how could your own mother not see that you were hurting.…?
days you came home with black eyes, torn clothes, or defense wounds on your body....
all you ever said was i feel or the basketball had hit you in the face
“Susie I’m sorry…!”
Now she understood why there was an overwhelming feeling of neglect && loneliness hovering over her as if it were a noose around her neck…
SCREAMING!!
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
How could I, your own mother, not notice
nights you were gone without calling and when you came home I gave you hell;
but didn’t think to ask why you cut your hair....
How could I, the one who gave birth to you,
not notice you were traumatized by another man with all the help you were seeking???
yelling,
WAIT! BUT;
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
“I'm sorry for never paying you the slightest attention…!”
But all little Susie could say as she lifted her head and eyes contracted back from the soul they were putting in a grave...
my name's not Susie it's Josie!.
Susie….
Susie had long hair;
and wore white dresses
with baby doll shoes....
Susie was all the while joyful!
One day, while drifting away, a mothers’ thoughts were interrupted by a noise of destruction coming from down the hall where Susie room was....
Susie!! she yelled....
while opening the door to Susie room where flowers and pictures once hung in the entrance but now were replaced with a sign that says, “Susie has been evicted..…”
Susie!! she yelled frantically…
Bulbs, smashed into a billion pieces, laid throughout the dark floors where in the corner she notice her little girl....
Her hair was shortened;
clothes were darkened
and shoes were torn
Rushing over to little Susie
YELLING!
Susie what happened!?.
As she lifted her head; Susie’s corrupted eyes poked there way into her mother’s soul && flash backs of Susie’s so called happiness accrued.....
with tears of fear Susie’s mother yelled,
“Susie!!! What happened???”
her eyes pierced through the top layer && hitting her right in the core;
flash backs, memories, became even stronger
WAIT!!
Susie! I’m sorry....
for 20 years how could your own mother not notice you were unhappy?
dressing you in clothes that were to only impress them....
“Susie but I’m sorry…!”
how could your own mother not see that you were hurting.…?
days you came home with black eyes, torn clothes, or defense wounds on your body....
all you ever said was i feel or the basketball had hit you in the face
“Susie I’m sorry…!”
Now she understood why there was an overwhelming feeling of neglect && loneliness hovering over her as if it were a noose around her neck…
SCREAMING!!
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
How could I, your own mother, not notice
nights you were gone without calling and when you came home I gave you hell;
but didn’t think to ask why you cut your hair....
How could I, the one who gave birth to you,
not notice you were traumatized by another man with all the help you were seeking???
yelling,
WAIT! BUT;
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
“I'm sorry for never paying you the slightest attention…!”
But all little Susie could say as she lifted her head and eyes contracted back from the soul they were putting in a grave...
my name's not Susie it's Josie!.'>Pay Close Attention
Susie….
Susie had long hair;
and wore white dresses
with baby doll shoes....
Susie was all the while joyful!
One day, while drifting away, a mothers’ thoughts were interrupted by a noise of destruction coming from down the hall where Susie room was....
Susie!! she yelled....
while opening the door to Susie room where flowers and pictures once hung in the entrance but now were replaced with a sign that says, “Susie has been evicted..…”
Susie!! she yelled frantically…
Bulbs, smashed into a billion pieces, laid throughout the dark floors where in the corner she notice her little girl....
Her hair was shortened;
clothes were darkened
and shoes were torn
Rushing over to little Susie
YELLING!
Susie what happened!?.
As she lifted her head; Susie’s corrupted eyes poked there way into her mother’s soul && flash backs of Susie’s so called happiness accrued.....
with tears of fear Susie’s mother yelled,
“Susie!!! What happened???”
her eyes pierced through the top layer && hitting her right in the core;
flash backs, memories, became even stronger
WAIT!!
Susie! I’m sorry....
for 20 years how could your own mother not notice you were unhappy?
dressing you in clothes that were to only impress them....
“Susie but I’m sorry…!”
how could your own mother not see that you were hurting.…?
days you came home with black eyes, torn clothes, or defense wounds on your body....
all you ever said was i feel or the basketball had hit you in the face
“Susie I’m sorry…!”
Now she understood why there was an overwhelming feeling of neglect && loneliness hovering over her as if it were a noose around her neck…
SCREAMING!!
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
How could I, your own mother, not notice
nights you were gone without calling and when you came home I gave you hell;
but didn’t think to ask why you cut your hair....
How could I, the one who gave birth to you,
not notice you were traumatized by another man with all the help you were seeking???
yelling,
WAIT! BUT;
“Susie I’m sorry….!”
“I'm sorry for never paying you the slightest attention…!”
But all little Susie could say as she lifted her head and eyes contracted back from the soul they were putting in a grave...
my name's not Susie it's Josie!.
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J.Obtuse
J.obtuse
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man excellent strength…
Intentions left on a one way road, blocked by homes destroyed by mother natures force....
Trying to stay afloat the water that is pounding and violating everything in its path.....
Force feeding you more problems than you could handle.....
Knocking back glasses full of whatever......
Evil seed almost made it but the knowledge within destroyed its destiny to destroy you……
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man the will he needed to proceed forward....
Death kept calling your phone but stronger intendancies kept you from answering......
Consider wake up calls a blessing.....
Like a field full of flowers in a forest your life is diligent....
As high as mountains keep your mind there...
Go beyond what life is and all shall never fail......
Struggles from one mans past once lead him to life changing people.....
But
Struggles from one mans past once helped those around him....
-12/28/10'>J.obtuse
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man excellent strength…
Intentions left on a one way road, blocked by homes destroyed by mother natures force....
Trying to stay afloat the water that is pounding and violating everything in its path.....
Force feeding you more problems than you could handle.....
Knocking back glasses full of whatever......
Evil seed almost made it but the knowledge within destroyed its destiny to destroy you……
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man the will he needed to proceed forward....
Death kept calling your phone but stronger intendancies kept you from answering......
Consider wake up calls a blessing.....
Like a field full of flowers in a forest your life is diligent....
As high as mountains keep your mind there...
Go beyond what life is and all shall never fail......
Struggles from one mans past once lead him to life changing people.....
But
Struggles from one mans past once helped those around him....
-12/28/10
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man excellent strength…
Intentions left on a one way road, blocked by homes destroyed by mother natures force....
Trying to stay afloat the water that is pounding and violating everything in its path.....
Force feeding you more problems than you could handle.....
Knocking back glasses full of whatever......
Evil seed almost made it but the knowledge within destroyed its destiny to destroy you……
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man the will he needed to proceed forward....
Death kept calling your phone but stronger intendancies kept you from answering......
Consider wake up calls a blessing.....
Like a field full of flowers in a forest your life is diligent....
As high as mountains keep your mind there...
Go beyond what life is and all shall never fail......
Struggles from one mans past once lead him to life changing people.....
But
Struggles from one mans past once helped those around him....
-12/28/10'>J.obtuse
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man excellent strength…
Intentions left on a one way road, blocked by homes destroyed by mother natures force....
Trying to stay afloat the water that is pounding and violating everything in its path.....
Force feeding you more problems than you could handle.....
Knocking back glasses full of whatever......
Evil seed almost made it but the knowledge within destroyed its destiny to destroy you……
Struggles from one mans past once gave a man the will he needed to proceed forward....
Death kept calling your phone but stronger intendancies kept you from answering......
Consider wake up calls a blessing.....
Like a field full of flowers in a forest your life is diligent....
As high as mountains keep your mind there...
Go beyond what life is and all shall never fail......
Struggles from one mans past once lead him to life changing people.....
But
Struggles from one mans past once helped those around him....
-12/28/10
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I miss you
'I miss you
about six years ago you were still here;
i was able to hold conversations with you && never had to fear;
through all my bad times you caught every tear;
you told me to be strong your dad is right here;
but what happen to i'll never leave you cause now your gone;
i thought you were strong; you could offought that disease;
but instead you let it win;
since when were you weak? i never understood this!;
was you keeping it a secrete?; or just ashamed to tell me?;
i don't want to believe that but dad you were my everything;
important like oxygen or even pollen to the bee's;
it was hard to watch you die! the pain; took a sudden toll over me;
they tried so hard to shelter me from the truth;
but who were they kidding?; i was the other half of you!;
my mom tried to get through to me; i've even seeked therapy; i miss you; you were my hope; belife; joy; && heart;
i wish i could dance with you; talk to you; lay with you; eat with you; say i love you; && just do everything one last time;
if you looking over my shoulder reading this just as i am i just want you to know
happy birthday in heaven for the 6th year in a row......
Love you Joesph L. Thomas even after death due us part
By: Jo-zetta 'Jozy' Bentley'>I miss you
about six years ago you were still here;
i was able to hold conversations with you && never had to fear;
through all my bad times you caught every tear;
you told me to be strong your dad is right here;
but what happen to i'll never leave you cause now your gone;
i thought you were strong; you could offought that disease;
but instead you let it win;
since when were you weak? i never understood this!;
was you keeping it a secrete?; or just ashamed to tell me?;
i don't want to believe that but dad you were my everything;
important like oxygen or even pollen to the bee's;
it was hard to watch you die! the pain; took a sudden toll over me;
they tried so hard to shelter me from the truth;
but who were they kidding?; i was the other half of you!;
my mom tried to get through to me; i've even seeked therapy; i miss you; you were my hope; belife; joy; && heart;
i wish i could dance with you; talk to you; lay with you; eat with you; say i love you; && just do everything one last time;
if you looking over my shoulder reading this just as i am i just want you to know
happy birthday in heaven for the 6th year in a row......
Love you Joesph L. Thomas even after death due us part
By: Jo-zetta 'Jozy' Bentley
about six years ago you were still here;
i was able to hold conversations with you && never had to fear;
through all my bad times you caught every tear;
you told me to be strong your dad is right here;
but what happen to i'll never leave you cause now your gone;
i thought you were strong; you could offought that disease;
but instead you let it win;
since when were you weak? i never understood this!;
was you keeping it a secrete?; or just ashamed to tell me?;
i don't want to believe that but dad you were my everything;
important like oxygen or even pollen to the bee's;
it was hard to watch you die! the pain; took a sudden toll over me;
they tried so hard to shelter me from the truth;
but who were they kidding?; i was the other half of you!;
my mom tried to get through to me; i've even seeked therapy; i miss you; you were my hope; belife; joy; && heart;
i wish i could dance with you; talk to you; lay with you; eat with you; say i love you; && just do everything one last time;
if you looking over my shoulder reading this just as i am i just want you to know
happy birthday in heaven for the 6th year in a row......
Love you Joesph L. Thomas even after death due us part
By: Jo-zetta 'Jozy' Bentley'>I miss you
about six years ago you were still here;
i was able to hold conversations with you && never had to fear;
through all my bad times you caught every tear;
you told me to be strong your dad is right here;
but what happen to i'll never leave you cause now your gone;
i thought you were strong; you could offought that disease;
but instead you let it win;
since when were you weak? i never understood this!;
was you keeping it a secrete?; or just ashamed to tell me?;
i don't want to believe that but dad you were my everything;
important like oxygen or even pollen to the bee's;
it was hard to watch you die! the pain; took a sudden toll over me;
they tried so hard to shelter me from the truth;
but who were they kidding?; i was the other half of you!;
my mom tried to get through to me; i've even seeked therapy; i miss you; you were my hope; belife; joy; && heart;
i wish i could dance with you; talk to you; lay with you; eat with you; say i love you; && just do everything one last time;
if you looking over my shoulder reading this just as i am i just want you to know
happy birthday in heaven for the 6th year in a row......
Love you Joesph L. Thomas even after death due us part
By: Jo-zetta 'Jozy' Bentley
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Letter E
Every day eye opener, is me breathing
Everyday eye closure, is me sleeping
Ever woke up to just your heart beating?
Ever wanted more of something but kept it a secret?
Engaging in activities that was only in your head!
Engaging in conversations that was only with the dead!
Embracing everyone for when you embroil with the president
Embracing Obama about his fucked up administration
Emotionally becoming involved with otter space
Emotionally dying inside to escape
Even though…
Ecstatic thoughts are what keep the afloat
Ecstatic charges help these lines form
Even when…
Embarrassment takes charge && self purity comes frightened
Embarrassed but never overwhelmed with silence
Enraged at pollution
Enraged at the Ex who will never seem to be again the next
Empty my soul is
Empty is what my mind never gets
Essentially becoming involved with apart of you
Essentially etching what’s beneath your flow
Eulogizing every word
Eulogizing everything pronounced
Ex-communication fienin to expand across the us nation
Even though...
Ex-communication caused all the church camosion
Even when
Earthquakes collapse from plate tectonics
Earthquakes do nothing but try && breed new islands
Eager as mother nature is to bring back pride lands pride hands
Eager over to another nanny cams
Explicably finding new meanings to
Explicably bringing forth their true interest in child life whom in which we trust them to care
Everyday exploiting another like it’s our own
Everyday publications ruining young minds
Ever wanted to autopsy your life while still lurking around
Ever met common sense && had it fall on you
Engaged in activities that made society publicly politicize every thought of you
Engaged in motivations that never moved you
Embraced in conflicts that did nothing but harm you
Embraced others for the out of control blunt truth within you
Emotionally attached yourself to every word thrown at you
Emotionally swung back with verbal judges of mandatory hallucinations
Even though
Ecstatic is
Ecstatic gets
Even when...
Embarrassment is what every one gets
Embarrassed but never ashamed is what it is
Enraged at crime rates
Enraged at gay suicides
Empty shells of hallow
Empty guns that follow
Essentially hitting innocence door
Essentially coming across pros and cons
Eulogizing every sound
Eulogizing every song
Ex-communication is something profound
Even though
Ex-communication goes back to ancient history
Even when
Earthquakes were considered nothing
Earthquakes were just apart of mother natures periods
Eager to evaluate every flow in every form
Eager to demonstrate her strength against others storms
Explicably discovering new patterns
Explicably bringing forth new options
Eventually, eventually is what is not and is what can happen'>Every day eye opener, is me breathing
Everyday eye closure, is me sleeping
Ever woke up to just your heart beating?
Ever wanted more of something but kept it a secret?
Engaging in activities that was only in your head!
Engaging in conversations that was only with the dead!
Embracing everyone for when you embroil with the president
Embracing Obama about his fucked up administration
Emotionally becoming involved with otter space
Emotionally dying inside to escape
Even though…
Ecstatic thoughts are what keep the afloat
Ecstatic charges help these lines form
Even when…
Embarrassment takes charge && self purity comes frightened
Embarrassed but never overwhelmed with silence
Enraged at pollution
Enraged at the Ex who will never seem to be again the next
Empty my soul is
Empty is what my mind never gets
Essentially becoming involved with apart of you
Essentially etching what’s beneath your flow
Eulogizing every word
Eulogizing everything pronounced
Ex-communication fienin to expand across the us nation
Even though...
Ex-communication caused all the church camosion
Even when
Earthquakes collapse from plate tectonics
Earthquakes do nothing but try && breed new islands
Eager as mother nature is to bring back pride lands pride hands
Eager over to another nanny cams
Explicably finding new meanings to
Explicably bringing forth their true interest in child life whom in which we trust them to care
Everyday exploiting another like it’s our own
Everyday publications ruining young minds
Ever wanted to autopsy your life while still lurking around
Ever met common sense && had it fall on you
Engaged in activities that made society publicly politicize every thought of you
Engaged in motivations that never moved you
Embraced in conflicts that did nothing but harm you
Embraced others for the out of control blunt truth within you
Emotionally attached yourself to every word thrown at you
Emotionally swung back with verbal judges of mandatory hallucinations
Even though
Ecstatic is
Ecstatic gets
Even when...
Embarrassment is what every one gets
Embarrassed but never ashamed is what it is
Enraged at crime rates
Enraged at gay suicides
Empty shells of hallow
Empty guns that follow
Essentially hitting innocence door
Essentially coming across pros and cons
Eulogizing every sound
Eulogizing every song
Ex-communication is something profound
Even though
Ex-communication goes back to ancient history
Even when
Earthquakes were considered nothing
Earthquakes were just apart of mother natures periods
Eager to evaluate every flow in every form
Eager to demonstrate her strength against others storms
Explicably discovering new patterns
Explicably bringing forth new options
Eventually, eventually is what is not and is what can happen
Everyday eye closure, is me sleeping
Ever woke up to just your heart beating?
Ever wanted more of something but kept it a secret?
Engaging in activities that was only in your head!
Engaging in conversations that was only with the dead!
Embracing everyone for when you embroil with the president
Embracing Obama about his fucked up administration
Emotionally becoming involved with otter space
Emotionally dying inside to escape
Even though…
Ecstatic thoughts are what keep the afloat
Ecstatic charges help these lines form
Even when…
Embarrassment takes charge && self purity comes frightened
Embarrassed but never overwhelmed with silence
Enraged at pollution
Enraged at the Ex who will never seem to be again the next
Empty my soul is
Empty is what my mind never gets
Essentially becoming involved with apart of you
Essentially etching what’s beneath your flow
Eulogizing every word
Eulogizing everything pronounced
Ex-communication fienin to expand across the us nation
Even though...
Ex-communication caused all the church camosion
Even when
Earthquakes collapse from plate tectonics
Earthquakes do nothing but try && breed new islands
Eager as mother nature is to bring back pride lands pride hands
Eager over to another nanny cams
Explicably finding new meanings to
Explicably bringing forth their true interest in child life whom in which we trust them to care
Everyday exploiting another like it’s our own
Everyday publications ruining young minds
Ever wanted to autopsy your life while still lurking around
Ever met common sense && had it fall on you
Engaged in activities that made society publicly politicize every thought of you
Engaged in motivations that never moved you
Embraced in conflicts that did nothing but harm you
Embraced others for the out of control blunt truth within you
Emotionally attached yourself to every word thrown at you
Emotionally swung back with verbal judges of mandatory hallucinations
Even though
Ecstatic is
Ecstatic gets
Even when...
Embarrassment is what every one gets
Embarrassed but never ashamed is what it is
Enraged at crime rates
Enraged at gay suicides
Empty shells of hallow
Empty guns that follow
Essentially hitting innocence door
Essentially coming across pros and cons
Eulogizing every sound
Eulogizing every song
Ex-communication is something profound
Even though
Ex-communication goes back to ancient history
Even when
Earthquakes were considered nothing
Earthquakes were just apart of mother natures periods
Eager to evaluate every flow in every form
Eager to demonstrate her strength against others storms
Explicably discovering new patterns
Explicably bringing forth new options
Eventually, eventually is what is not and is what can happen'>Every day eye opener, is me breathing
Everyday eye closure, is me sleeping
Ever woke up to just your heart beating?
Ever wanted more of something but kept it a secret?
Engaging in activities that was only in your head!
Engaging in conversations that was only with the dead!
Embracing everyone for when you embroil with the president
Embracing Obama about his fucked up administration
Emotionally becoming involved with otter space
Emotionally dying inside to escape
Even though…
Ecstatic thoughts are what keep the afloat
Ecstatic charges help these lines form
Even when…
Embarrassment takes charge && self purity comes frightened
Embarrassed but never overwhelmed with silence
Enraged at pollution
Enraged at the Ex who will never seem to be again the next
Empty my soul is
Empty is what my mind never gets
Essentially becoming involved with apart of you
Essentially etching what’s beneath your flow
Eulogizing every word
Eulogizing everything pronounced
Ex-communication fienin to expand across the us nation
Even though...
Ex-communication caused all the church camosion
Even when
Earthquakes collapse from plate tectonics
Earthquakes do nothing but try && breed new islands
Eager as mother nature is to bring back pride lands pride hands
Eager over to another nanny cams
Explicably finding new meanings to
Explicably bringing forth their true interest in child life whom in which we trust them to care
Everyday exploiting another like it’s our own
Everyday publications ruining young minds
Ever wanted to autopsy your life while still lurking around
Ever met common sense && had it fall on you
Engaged in activities that made society publicly politicize every thought of you
Engaged in motivations that never moved you
Embraced in conflicts that did nothing but harm you
Embraced others for the out of control blunt truth within you
Emotionally attached yourself to every word thrown at you
Emotionally swung back with verbal judges of mandatory hallucinations
Even though
Ecstatic is
Ecstatic gets
Even when...
Embarrassment is what every one gets
Embarrassed but never ashamed is what it is
Enraged at crime rates
Enraged at gay suicides
Empty shells of hallow
Empty guns that follow
Essentially hitting innocence door
Essentially coming across pros and cons
Eulogizing every sound
Eulogizing every song
Ex-communication is something profound
Even though
Ex-communication goes back to ancient history
Even when
Earthquakes were considered nothing
Earthquakes were just apart of mother natures periods
Eager to evaluate every flow in every form
Eager to demonstrate her strength against others storms
Explicably discovering new patterns
Explicably bringing forth new options
Eventually, eventually is what is not and is what can happen
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Betrayle
Betrayle
You grow up surrounded by people you think you know
Till one day a car crashes while explosions happen in lost parts of the world && their all smiling
Betrayle
Betrayle is something we delever to the public as true story of events similar to those the presidents adminstrations and so called war camps for peace relief currupt secrectly
You grow up surrended by people you think you know
Until your left hung on the line counting dirty money && the government is strictly knowning on your door on the verge to busting down the doors && taking you in for life
Betrayle
Betralye is something a simple so called ordinary person could commit. To me its worse than murder because one builds a tower && draws a line of trust while leaving no protection amongst their back or front
We grow up around people we think we know
Until one day your home sitting on the couch ass naked watching world events discovering that there was a tornado in parksvill baltimore but for years we were told globing warming was just a myth
Betrayle
Betrayle is when you are raised to trust those government officials && school teachers along with people that broad cast our news to tell use all but nothing but the truth! They hide information from growing minds cut facts out of history books && only broad cast events that are the same everyday...robbings killings accidents and wheather once in awhile you will hear about fires.....
We grow up believing we know these people
Their perfession, what they suppose to say && not
'>Betrayle
You grow up surrounded by people you think you know
Till one day a car crashes while explosions happen in lost parts of the world && their all smiling
Betrayle
Betrayle is something we delever to the public as true story of events similar to those the presidents adminstrations and so called war camps for peace relief currupt secrectly
You grow up surrended by people you think you know
Until your left hung on the line counting dirty money && the government is strictly knowning on your door on the verge to busting down the doors && taking you in for life
Betrayle
Betralye is something a simple so called ordinary person could commit. To me its worse than murder because one builds a tower && draws a line of trust while leaving no protection amongst their back or front
We grow up around people we think we know
Until one day your home sitting on the couch ass naked watching world events discovering that there was a tornado in parksvill baltimore but for years we were told globing warming was just a myth
Betrayle
Betrayle is when you are raised to trust those government officials && school teachers along with people that broad cast our news to tell use all but nothing but the truth! They hide information from growing minds cut facts out of history books && only broad cast events that are the same everyday...robbings killings accidents and wheather once in awhile you will hear about fires.....
We grow up believing we know these people
Their perfession, what they suppose to say && not
You grow up surrounded by people you think you know
Till one day a car crashes while explosions happen in lost parts of the world && their all smiling
Betrayle
Betrayle is something we delever to the public as true story of events similar to those the presidents adminstrations and so called war camps for peace relief currupt secrectly
You grow up surrended by people you think you know
Until your left hung on the line counting dirty money && the government is strictly knowning on your door on the verge to busting down the doors && taking you in for life
Betrayle
Betralye is something a simple so called ordinary person could commit. To me its worse than murder because one builds a tower && draws a line of trust while leaving no protection amongst their back or front
We grow up around people we think we know
Until one day your home sitting on the couch ass naked watching world events discovering that there was a tornado in parksvill baltimore but for years we were told globing warming was just a myth
Betrayle
Betrayle is when you are raised to trust those government officials && school teachers along with people that broad cast our news to tell use all but nothing but the truth! They hide information from growing minds cut facts out of history books && only broad cast events that are the same everyday...robbings killings accidents and wheather once in awhile you will hear about fires.....
We grow up believing we know these people
Their perfession, what they suppose to say && not
'>Betrayle
You grow up surrounded by people you think you know
Till one day a car crashes while explosions happen in lost parts of the world && their all smiling
Betrayle
Betrayle is something we delever to the public as true story of events similar to those the presidents adminstrations and so called war camps for peace relief currupt secrectly
You grow up surrended by people you think you know
Until your left hung on the line counting dirty money && the government is strictly knowning on your door on the verge to busting down the doors && taking you in for life
Betrayle
Betralye is something a simple so called ordinary person could commit. To me its worse than murder because one builds a tower && draws a line of trust while leaving no protection amongst their back or front
We grow up around people we think we know
Until one day your home sitting on the couch ass naked watching world events discovering that there was a tornado in parksvill baltimore but for years we were told globing warming was just a myth
Betrayle
Betrayle is when you are raised to trust those government officials && school teachers along with people that broad cast our news to tell use all but nothing but the truth! They hide information from growing minds cut facts out of history books && only broad cast events that are the same everyday...robbings killings accidents and wheather once in awhile you will hear about fires.....
We grow up believing we know these people
Their perfession, what they suppose to say && not
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2 weeks
2weeks
I remember the day it all began....how your father and i felt every emotion within the first 5minutes.....it was the first time something like this ever happened
(On) Day 1: i began to feel stress && depression wondering what would become of this, whether i should consult plan B or overdose on aspirin
Day 2: i accepted all that was happening.. overwhelmed with excitement…pursuing outcomes of destinations like lost boats on new islands
By day 3: i began to imagine your development....in my mind skipping ahead to the month i could feel your first movement
&& day 4: i was able to see the rainbows inside of happiness
5 days after the first i dreamt of names that would fit love the best
my heart was entwined with the thought of you in my presence; visions of your first everything were drawn across the board sketching designs of possibilities in ways never seen before
Day 6; i spent in school nervous to do a damn thing afraid of disturbing the womb that supported the life soon to live
(my new start) A few days pass and i could feel my body get closer to yours; feeling that double heart beat soon to be gone
I didn't know he was lurking around like some type of lost dog trying to ram sack a home for all their goods.. it was to soon (pause)
10 days into this i foresee you fully grown; out of college with my grand kids me && your father never worried the family we built being alone
By day 11 you were Spoiled rotten; we secretly brought you clothes not even knowing our options; boy or girl it really didn't matter cause just like a parents love it was neutral
On the 12th day mommy started feeling funny; face twisted into all sorts of shapes like pictures in the ring movie; developing high fevers relevant to active volcanoes in the Caribbean’s ; able to feel my stomach ache the same pain my ancestors masters caused them ; I didn't move nor eat the whole day; while daddy sat && held me visions of a blasted anointance stood over me in my dreams causing vertigo images from hell that transformed into domestic scenes
Waking up the13th day i cried for a cure to the pain; i needed to know you were okay;
So on day 14; 2weeks in; I; your mother was touched by a angel so white so pure I swear if I didn‘t know better he once were my father; I was in the doctors office behind white curtains that were set to blind people from cloaks of darkness; bad news hit me worse than the knowledge of my cousin dying on the 23rd floor of towers on 911; I seen you, but months older than you were in my womb, in deaths arms smiling like the baby in the sky off of teletubbies; it was as if you were consulting death in a time of need while he genially lifted his head up at me saying everything was going to be okay; your body is a mer illusion of perfection and when it's ready It will succeed in many things
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