Divine Massacre

modern day prophets put their faith into profit...

demeaning scripture coz they spread it like gossip...

mock belief with fantasies and hobbits....

cover up the facts while get'n proceeds from revealing female bodies...

gambling with life seems to be their hobby...

since no one wan fight it, they give in 'nd copy...

fighting through the game.........reality hockey...

trying to build a future, so I look into property...

so many lived before us, but we still ain't doing it properly...

bringing war from the place that you worship...

all men are born equal after some die to deserve it...

those who survive must be alive and determined...

or be scrutinized and divide the size of the side that's observant...

they preach of life from a virgin...

but their scripture is revised to individual lives into revisable versions...

and the helpless are forced to take on sizeable burdens...

and profit is never evil in the eyes of the merchant...

but even a son of God couldn't survive the religious ride when its working...

faith is the only design worth rehearsing....

coz even the wicked hide behind eyes of the lies of converging...

and weakness to belong puts humans in line with the tribe that's emerging...

the message not the messenger...

the soul, not the listener...

all men are born equal but die to different portions...

the good die young, how can we get better when mourning...

time can never be held, therefore the future cannot be lost...

#random....(dont know why am doing the whole twitter tag...lol)

"Contradicting Similarities"

I make a killing and they wan live to be a part of it...

loosing faith in religion coz i dnt believe in politics...

you the man?? excuse me if i dont acknowledge it...

the only brain I respect is the one getting scholarships...

impossibility about as real as God giving apologies...

time is money, now they treat life as commodities...

and now faith is debated as government policy...

question abortion, media desensitize its oddities...

remotely control foreign colonies....

by dictating the situation of their economy...

*may not be the change, hope I spark the mind of those who follow me....

#random barz.... this probably the equivalent of me drunk texting...lol

(high off life....for the record.....sober living)

"The unimaginative man's dream"

The smile of a 1000 angels,

The tears of a 100 mermaids...

all the things we cannot see,

is every thing she gives to me...

the kiss from the wind,

the fire burning within...

all the things I cannot do,

are the things I choose to give to you...

an embrace from the sun,

the world as the face of one...

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**Well, I have decided to use this space to trace my creative growth in terms of my music, dance, art and well basically any of my interests as a kind of monitoring system for my and all interested parties amusement**

Love, peace and all that hippie good stuff to all.... chase yo dreams, believe in yourself etc :)

...wat a dragon does wen thirsty...

**random thoughts**

...Thoughts fade into the dominant rhythm of the heart beat. Emotions evolve into a primitive state and escape the body as cold streams of sweat living their life from the contours of the face right down to the place of their death; some taken by a gentle yet hasty swipe of the hand, while others simply serve out their purpose and evaporate taking with them heat nested upon the being that gave the very reason for their conception. Words in the head dance around as if thought had no song, no tune, no melody. Trying desperately to connect into any sort of logical pattern able to illustrate a concept even the creator himself only made available to the host in an intangible plain of existence. The floodgates of the heart spill over into all vessels of the being until a feeling so overwhelming renders any form of communication unworthy of expressing the current state of the individual. It is at this moment the eyes begin to frantically search for a link shared by the two hosts, a sign that the feelings are mutual, a sign that hope is not an act of desperation but of possibility currently in a state of inactivity...

...To ignore reality is to believe in everything, this is faith. The eyes touch the light and the mind falls in love with the interpretation thereof, while the soul is nested behind a canvas painted by the actions and utterance of the host. From birth we dine on the fruits of the heart, drink of its fountains until its banquet is without a song...

...Who can teach the mouth to listen can also teach the eyes to speak. There is sorrow in the voice of the eyes, wet and cold words tell of the lies and the lost hope. The stories told down the face, heard only by those who care to let the light speak of them....

...Who among you would ever again thirst for the streams of the earth once you have drowned in the fulfilling floods of the heavens??...

...he that was now lives with those that see today as the beginning of eternity...

choosing to remain undecided...

***random barz***

birds hold the secret to unknown forms of gravity...

dreams are just unfulfilled realities...

God has a plan, you should work on a strategy...

workout, burn every beat like calories...

food for thought, seems the whole globe has allergies...

'cause only 'humans' don't show 'humans' humanity...

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trying get high enough to see footprints on the moon...

I stay with April cause its cold right through the June...

thinking maybe the devil will choke from all the fumes...

(....of hells inferno,)

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she sugarcoat all, when they scream, she call it hells choir...

out-going personalties normally in-spire...

since celebrities became stars, dad told me to aim higher...

the world turned my heart cold enough to slay fires...

most don't get the real message like plain flyers...

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i knew the future came when i could download temptation and hope off of the same wire...

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we say we happy here, so we both can remain liars...

logic easy to follow like we tracking train tires...

looking for the Latin roots of 'empire'...

till we raise groups of humane sires...

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if the logic is too hard to conceive...

i ask you to have faith and believe...

or i take the option of sleep so you dream...

cause black men winning is not within this regime...

so if we partake in the schemes,

we suppress all the screams,

and relate to the screens,

that shape our very being...

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a man can perish, but the secret remain...

insides burn, like the colors hidden in flames,

or the man whose whole life was lived in a chain...

the man who died so his children seek for a change...

looking down from heaven and they don't even speak out his name...

letting colorful futures dry out in stains...

not considering how mama cried out in pain,

before smiling for joy after the rain...

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is there a point to being pointless??

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11seconds after eternity beginz....

we drown in the river of dreams...

thirst for the waters that bore life for us...

dug deeper than the seeds in search of it,

had an affair with the light only touched by the sky...

hoping the night would one day tire of being a guest to hosts with their eyes closed...

seeking refuge in another realm, painting the black canvas with the colour of thought...

for who imagines of nothing...?

whose fruit is grown in the land that begs for humectation?

hapiness lives within but cannot remember the last time it was home...

and the heart pretends to survive alone...

survive yet not live, for to live is not only to survive....

and greed is disguised as the thought of the thoughtless,

feeding off the hunger of the selfish...

taking from the pots of those without....

as the coals invite a little part of hell to heat the portions of sustenance,

the food for which the soul shall not partake...

that of the earth is of the flesh,

that of the flesh is born of death....

the likeness of the father is hidden to the eye,

with rested eyelids, a moment is taken to look inside....

the children of the earth are born from tears of the sky...

bury the seeds so they may know what it means to be alive...