A Ha!

Restless nothingness absolved into the atmosphere.
A parade of sorts passes through your ambiance,
And you are so heady that the clouds appear as napkins.
Release unto your own devices can plan anyone's demise...

Questions...They always seem to elude me...

I do tend to understand complex ideas,
Yet people tend to avoid my direct conversation.
Am I obtrusive?
I know I'm judgemental, but still.
I am caring, but people don't get it.
They don't understand that I will always be there for them:


...even if they are not there for me.
Completeness isn't always unacailable...it isn't.

But they treat me as it is.
I don't get it.
The master of explanations can't understand the situation...

Kinda poetic if you consider the circumstance.
Even though I endure all of the pomp and circumstance, the only time my condition is taken in for understanding is happenstance...
I don't get it.

I really don't, the more I strech myself for others, the more I feel used...
I know that I am a complete individual, but I can't solve my own issues if I'm editing yours...
Trite conceptions are always placed on my desktop...I can't be

F.A.I.L

Epilogue of Life

The Embodiment of Time,
Years falling off the Face as tears trickle.
Similar to when I once knew you;
I knew you, taking your flower;
Crushing it beneath my sorrows,
Bitter you are.
Forgiveness like laughter is medicine.
How and why you clench so?
To grasp dead leaves is as to halting life.
For stopping decay is to stopping growth;
Life has a way of healing-just let it be.
You can't hold on forever,
For every breath passes, death slides closer:
Don't die with a hard heart.
Give in to what happens as you near eternity versus forever.
Who wins your Battle?

Untitled VI

Time after time,
A wait.
A long wait to see.
Seeing is believing, right?
Well I haven't seen anything positive from women in a while.
They speak into existence one reality;
and it comes true.
Yet they lust for another,
Which doesn't quite fulfill.
Time and time again I warn;
I send urgency with my message.
Yet is it overlooked?
All the time.
Every Day.
Then Again; Who doesn't Ignore their Signs?

Untitled V

Too many times I have deemed situations equal to normalities.
Life has been enhanced due to gifts bestowed;
Presented precepts of precious presents placed is as a defected President passing Policy.
Negotiated was my personal protection by my perfected director.
Guided as my original orientation was altered by secular permeation.
Forgiven as some juvenile choices barely avoided judicial preparation.
Cleaned was my slate of general notions that existed within parameters of past traits.

-Disclaimer-

This is not a big, drama infused vent or anything. I just went through my notebooks and found some stuff I thought I should post on my site. I hope you all like it.



Much To-Do about Nothing...
Socialistic Visions.
My mind often visits itself.
Seeing one's self-expressionary deposits into my sky.
My I Mine in thy Mind's Eye?
Where else will the vision positively procreate?
Delve into thy own self.
Exhibits of inhibitions lost are publicly displayed.
Locally dismayed shall your actions remain;
Appearing outside itself for only a brief apparition.
An Exhibition of sort; perplexing my position.
Self-Discovery can be positive.
For self-discovery is a painful route.
Losing yourself over to shrewd conceptions of life's complex purpose.
Time's worth is Plenty;
Wasted moments of technique donated to ignorance.
Hurt mothers pondering their existence.
Living through life's only Practicioner,
Moving though stagnation is element.
Growing in the water of life.
Fermentation occurs , if you let it.
Make your beverage of Choice...

Preservatives

Living in a Post-Modernistic Society,
It can be perplexing...
Wondering when and if the years are accurate.
As technology increases, the the more lethargic you become...
Listen close.
You may hear the sound of Pain in the morning;
With each beginning, the old is always prevalent unless mended.
End all previous matters.
Start Fresh.
Everyone likes Fresh Food; Try a Fresh Life.
Try to improve your thought process.
Try to improve your minds stability.
Improve your stability by improving your ability.
A fence rider is unliked in both arenas.
A sure-footed individual is appreciated,
By Someone.


-Untitled; actually, it's also Unfinished-
If I counted every instance,
I'm sure I'd be Unraveled.
Look at It.
Think about the falsehoods you have committed.
The bursts of awkwardness you cosigned for.
Come On!
Just Admit It...

-Untitled II-
It's like time flows backwards,
While I'm sitting, meditating, my mind keeps doing mental backflips.
I don't understand.
Is this really all apart of being a man?

-Untitled III-
Thought.
On the eve of a situations brink, wondrous is the path.
Though unknown are the formalities of detail,
The Outcome is standard issue.
Sourced knowledge has been placed through righteous teachers,
Although the practice of action isn't always set as it should.
Most often I wonder what would be if I had an answer key...
Would it really open the door that I'm searching for?
Or would it really just make me not appreciate my present state of being.
Make me lose focus from my true goals...
I wonder...

Untitled IV (maybe I should just title these...)
Inside; inside of a tempest.
Indeed you understand why.
Time after time with love do you see:
Myself, I don't even think I can barely understand.
Things going on, building me up,
Tearing down the old and dead...
Filling my Soul with Eternity.
Life is but a test, Pass or Fail.
Which grade you wish to receive is up to you.
Failure equals Forever.
Success leads to Eternity.
One is going, one is to come.
Hopefully I'll make it, actually I will.
I'll live in eternity.
There is where my spirit will dwell.

Facade

Depositing thoughts into a safe that is no longer available,
You meander through your current existence wondering if you have been available.
Through it all, your foundation is set,
But is your establishment able to sustain the elements?
Clearly you have been wondering whether or not you are able to receive your blessings.
Clearly you have been wondering if you can't stop hindering your own progress.
Substance without color tells no story.
Yet color without definition lacks meaning.
Water is useful, but is it interesting?
Seeing is only a topical sensory experience,
Knowing is only an idea of appearance.
Can you define your purpose?
Can you believe your definition?
I am not sure.
Truth always has its own way of revelation.
Though sometimes it isn't obvious.

Emotions

Emotions
Tearing over the faintest thought of disappointment,
Testing the everpresent waters of despair,
Fearing what is the finality of the outcome that hasn't brushed the brink of the horizon...
yet still I am.
Seeing the unseen is a power I have yet to obtain,
Also untapped is the practice of patience.
It is almost if my skin was composed of solely nerve endings,
Each one responding only to pain.
Why must my sorrow be so present?
Is an emotion not just an adjective of a situation?
Is it not just the color of the cold disturbing your eye?
Why is it such everpresent nonsense corrects my pleasantness with the complete resolution of corruption?
Ask me now if I can even smell the next shift.
I can't feel the mocking of my body as I slop through the mundane existence of my task at hand.
Fear is not the issue...
Only the discomfort of my disposition.
It clings to me as if it is the stench of filthy dogs.
Clenched so tight to my chest as if my heart is going to explode...
Is it not?
Is it not my heart?
Oh now I see the true explanation.
It is my own misguidance of myself.
Guiding myself as if I was a blind man steering a ship directly over the falls.
Careening off the edge without the slightest thought as of why...
Yet the tear still hangs in the balance still wondering if it is worthy of falling...
Give or take, it is.
Shall it not release the tension that you have clenched so dearly close to yourself as if it was your saving grace?
It shall, but still...
Is it necessary?
Necessary is the approval of myself by myself, but still....
I must end this now, for it shant preclude my overall destiny,
For it shall not continue to draw upon me,
That I refuse to accept.

Really?

It's SO Trite to say the end is near.
But it is.
Can you see it?
I can hear it knocking...
Guys out there clocking...
People with their stalking...
Men wearing stockings...
I see it plan as day.
Jay-Z asked "What more can I say?"
There is much to be parlayed,
But is anyone listening?
Many hear the happenings but choose to lose the translation.
The Beast is being made,
Didn't you know?
Read the paper.
The Illuminati is still here,
The EU is unifying Europe,
People are getting microchips the size of sand in their skin...
But at least their honest about what's under their skin.
What about you?
Hurricanes every week,
A war that doesn't exist that kills people...
What are YOU going to do?
The generation of Enoch is here.
Are you in the number?
Or are you just a number?
A statistic in a computer,
Just co-existing inside of "The Matrix"
Becoming a faceless entity that keeps the mundane outlook of an ever-existing world...
You don't even vote.
You don't pray.
You don't care.
If you did, then why do you live the way you do?
Get off of the slave ship.
The ride is over.
But the Game isn't...
It's just the fourth quarter.

Life

Some say they want to "Pimp the System".
I don't quite understand that concept.
To be a true pimp, you get something for nothing.
That never happens in the real world.
The real world is dreary, dirty, and a dark place to dwell...
To live in a world that inhabits people who kill their own parents,
People who kill their own children,
People who kill.
People who steal.
People who lie.
Go ahead.
Try to "Pimp the System".
It WILL catch up to you.
Haven't you heard that life has a balance?
If you haven't found it, you will succumb to it.
Understand your struggle.
Embrace your hustle.
Live with bustle.
Strengthen your muscle.
It will be a hard fight.
You WON'T win.
Not by being a pimp.
Live you life.
It is a gift.
Treat it like one.

Huh?!?!?!

Gimmicks.
Music.
Technology.
Drama.
Clothes.
Cars.
Sex.
It's the "IN" thing now.
I can't believe that a high school drop out always knows when the new cell phones are coming out.
I can't believe this guy can't add, but makes $800 a day selling crack.
What's That?
A college student can barely get aid,
But a drug dealer can have a Link Card?
What's That?
I see people "dancing" but it looks like porn...
What's That?
Why does a twelve year-old want to "juke" and "twerk"?
Come on now...
What happened to the fear of the extension cord whuppin'?
What happened to being home before the street lights come on?
Come on...
Can't people see what the new generation is bringing in?
I can't be the only one who sees this...

The End Product

To be complete.
Is it a dream, or a work in progress?
I really have NO idea.
It seems that if effort is put forth
Progress is made.
On the other hand,
Is it the progress positive?
They say every experience is something that you can learn from.
The only thing is,
Is it going to be something that you NEED to learn?
Just work out the kinks, they say.
Who is they?
How is their life?
If it's not doing well, then what?
Why should you listen to them?
Make up your own mind.
Follow the direction placed on your life.
Don't try to emulate someone else.
If you do,
You are setting limitations on yourself for what you can accomplish.

I am the American Dream?

I was broken into my current existence.
Altered through life, as a dew dropped into mine eye;
My Mind's Eye was full of nothing.
Nothing.
Giving into pop culture,
"Urban" culture.
Adaptation
Growth
Life is the land of forgiveness...
Death is a way to be unfulfilled...
Isn't that the whole purpose?
The Structure put together by the Architect's Plan.
Life is a test that you have to pass.
Study.