From Something to Nothing, Poverty kills




Deep in a forgotten ally, beneath todays paper lies 

Some one that once was

Once was a father but the courts took his rights

Once was a son but his mother has long passed

His own father but a figment of a different time

He can’t seem to find the time, it’s forgotten him as well

He is homeless, poor and the face of poverty

Empty of emotion and life

He’s a shell with cracks showing

Cracks lined along wrinkled skin

Hardened by the streets he lives in

Hopeless or should i say loveless

No one respects a man who has less

Although through his veins run rivers deep

The blood of kings and queens

His deep black skin tells the truth of America

In his moment of glory, the plot was already thickening

He was rising like the morning sun

Full of promise and great potential

He would not bend and break by societal rules

He couldn’t conform to capitalistic hues

He became a martyr of a forgotten cause

The face of poverty

Wounded by capitalism

Tricked by socialism

Made dependent by Democrats

Trampled by Republicans

Forgotten by society

But blamed for societal ills

He embodies poor, poverty, minority, the underdog

He is poverty


Posted by on March 6, 2013 in Uncategorized


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You’ll find no Sympathy Here




I can’t feel sorry for a sorry state

I look in your eyes and see such hate

Disguised as justice, but it’s really redemption

Why should i feel so sorry for you, when you just judge another that has less

You’ll find no sympathy here

There is no love lost

One day you’ll see

Just how much that means

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Posted by on January 18, 2013 in Emotional Writing


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The Bullet That Didn’t





Scars left by hollow tips

Hallow hearts empty of feeling

The proverbial gun blast of us, exploded in one ugly moment

Fragmenting a once promising love

Splitting us like firewood

Making us two

Hearts that beat as one

Minds that merge into a single body

Souls that merge in heavens realm

The damage is done, or is it?

The shots are misdirected as you tremble with emotion

Striking fear and mental barbs

So, why do i feel this physically?

Why must i feel pain and suffering?

Trying to love a loose cannon

Whose wick is short and fuse not stable

I lit a match to see into your darkness

Accidentally sparking a life spiraling toward me

Twisting and turning with such velocity

Determined and ready to explode on contact

Shattering my heart to pieces

From one misguided shot

The bullet knows no pain

It is cold, heartless and without a soul

It has no name unless assigned

It has no shame unless defined

You shot at me with Hate, not Love

It must have deflected or hit a wall

Cause as usual i come out unscathed

The bullet that didn’t explode that day

One shot through the Heart without breaking the Skin


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Standing in the Shade




Quietly progressing all of my days

Setbacks happen but they are but bumps in the road

Perceptions cast upon you, you have to live with and overcome

Perceptions are just opinions cast by uninformed people

Used to undermine your progress

So for once get out to the sunshine, because the shade hides the best of you


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Ignorance isn’t Bliss




Ignorance isn’t bliss

It’s about as lovely as a kiss

From your worse enemy

Never been a friend to me

Ignorance destroyed the world’s sanity

Hurting lives like the pain of a cavity

Like the sting from whips of the past

Or the downfall that no Education has cast

Riddled with bullets from guns

Instead of bullets of knowledge

The real world is full of cons

Real knowledge preserved for the privileged

No, ignorance isn’t bliss

It’s felt like warm piss

Drank like liquor

Threw up by those drunk with it’s deceit

Wake up out of your stupor

The powers that be have hijacked your mind

The real War on Terror is attacking your thoughts

Using fear and poverty to lessen your power

Our biggest threat isn’t foreigners

My biggest threat is you





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Outside my Window



Outside my window i smell the stench of poverty

The belief that we are next to nothing or one in the same

I see a man that thinks he’s nothing

He thinks he’s revolutionary, a renaissance man

He portrays the typical stereotype he was breed to follow

Ignorance is his mantra

He’s blind to the socioeconomic position he finds himself in

Nor does he care

Brokenhearted by the pains and scraps of society

He drives on in fear

Not of faith, but of man

He’s scared of his fellow man

The rich man laughs at the prospect of a free and equal society

It serves him no purpose, no merit

The poor will always be poor if they continue to live in the mentality that they are privileged

Religion blinded the eye of the realist, of the opportunist

They told him to wait on salvation and go through hardship and hard trials

They told him who he loves is wrong

Several men wrote the morals by which you follow

Still your’re blind to the facts

The facts that have been skewed by falsehoods and bullshit

Read young one

Reading opens the door to education

To understanding

To a true revolution that will not be televised

It will not be televised cause it’s in the mind

In the mind of the downtrodden

In the mind of the minority

Most importantly in the mind of the People

Outside my window i see hope

I see the Future




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Lies become Truth


Lead me not on the journey of Truth

Tell me lies.Honesty is not Honest

Fabrications as high as rooftops but not my roof,

Lies are nothing but a word adjust:

O my! Why do you feel pain?

It is but words that leave you shaken;

That truth will drive you to shame,

Whose worth unknown, although his soul be taken.

Life is but Times fool, through death and aging

Within his span, what does he truly learn?

Lies reveal the truths of ones caging,

For years you’r life will be left for eyes to discern.

So what is a lie but a version of the truth,

Or some fantasy once told in our youth.


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