i wrote this in the mind of another, exploring certain avenues of life i hope some people can relate...drop some thoughts yall!!!



like the tears from my GOD, hurt by blasphemy,
lonely....I grasp 4 my being not worth reflecting/
deafening cries, WHO AM I....who hears the slave,
who screams injustice just as he’s hung before a crowd/
a silhouette of failure, pain, such peraphernalia,
like a crescendo, with this and the sun, I wake/
to embrace certain fate, the curtains draw back,
I pause, intake the images rendered at center stage/
with a cigarette, winter froze my heart so my hand,
shakes the heavens, question the quest of love, I cant/
complete, fuck the world inscribed upon my grave,
to let the people know the importance of my life/
or rather, one without it, like a page without words,
like, words without a meaning, like meaning without/
ambition, wasted flesh, nothing more than brown skin,
does the leaf have to wish it were more like the sea/
does the wind have to pray to find clouds to move along,
or is that why we feel natures fury come and go/
imprefection or part of the plan at my conception,
as man, damned or blessed....