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Poetry

When simple words fail, it is only natural to turn to poetry. When the words of everyday life cannot express the magnitude, the horror, the ferocity and senselessness of human life, it is the abstract imagery of poetry that can often illuminate the answers hidden in the questions.

TAKE OR LEAVE WHATEVER IS SAID HERE
CUZ I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT YOUR OPINION

When The Storm Is Forgotten


When the Storm is Forgotten

When the storm remains distant
We are heroes of complacency
Puffed chest and swollen pride
We hate ourselves in ways
Only the deepest love could recognize

When the storm remains distant
There is no such thing as us
There is only dollar and dynamite
Gunpowder and fiery God
The churches are filled with women and children
The men pray only in case of emergency
We worship a foreign truth
And only death will stamp our passport

When the storm remains distant
There is no afterlife
Most die unborn
Most live unloved
Disappointment takes on new names and costumes
The future is stillborn and disfigured
The womb becomes an airtight safe
Darkness swallows darkness

When the storm remains distant
Nothing is as is
Songs are opiates
Sleep is the burial ground of dreams
Happiness is a lie
Sex is where love is not

When the storm remains distant
We are unreminded and dare to forget
School is a fashion show
Violence is comfort food
Family is nothing
And nothing is real

When the storm remains distant
Niggas are free to be Niggas
Niggers, Black, you name it

Anything but one thing
Everything but nothing
Even with a shitload of platinum
Wrapped around his neck
Like a southern tree gone petrified
Screw face pearly gate-mouth
Tangled nectar of the stars

When the storm remains distant
Stars are retired drug dealers nicknamed God
Rapists with pretty voices
And anyone but anyone who shines

When the storm remains distant
The sun is flawless in its magnitude
The heavens reflect breath of angels
The people bask in themselves
The storm is forgotten

When the storm is forgotten
The waters, 'though they rise,
Fail to threaten
The people march backwards
from ashes to ashen,
Whiplash, car crash, Cash Money,
Some Niggas eat diamonds for breakfast
Pursue cheap labor, Enslave God

When the storm is forgotten
Poets are meteorologists
Behold, the farmers almanac
The sheep wake up and congregate
The litany begins

When the storm is forgotten
The struggle ends

May the storm never be forgotten.

Saul Williams

THE LIGHT

I am bored because the internet working and the computer isnt working and my tie is crooked and when I look in the mirror I only see a reflection of the shadow of my former self, but now I'm staring at a blank white wall and in its purity I see these errors within myself. My errors paint a picture on that wall. Its a picture of nothing but black. But does that reflect my heart. No, it couldnt, but if I think about my life, it truly is dark. From the time time I was born, Ive been lied to. From telling me the world is a nice pace to learning that you cant change who you are or anyone around you.

No matter happy your life may seem it truly is filled with darkness. The truth is that darkness hides in light. It's everywhere, whether you see it or not. And light fades in an instant but darkness takes its time to hide. Where can I put this darkness in my heart so it will no longer consume my light at the first sight of sadness? The truth is you cant get rid of your evil you can only mask it in pure light.

When that light fades the darkness has no reason to hide. It comes from every scary corner your of soul moving the light out as if it had no power. But it doesnt fade away. It only goes to find the one spot of darkness in your spirit thats false. A spot of black light that hides itself in the darkness. When that is found the light once again takes over and this pattern almost continues forever until you meet god. There are instances where the light is chased away and cant find its hidden counter part. When this happens that powerful light disappears forever. Then there are only two things left. The darkness and the black light. When the infinite area of evil in your heart takes over, it wont be that long until you spiral down until death.

The truth is that the black light is worse than the darkness. For when this dark light takes over you become something other than human. You become a demonic torch of black light that never dies and consumes similar people. While you arent completely evil, you say almost nothing, the only object that that keeps you from being immortal is that original spark of black light. This can be anything from your previous human life. You live alone; oddly youre happier than you ever were. You pursue a life of solitude happily.

If someone meets you their soul is ripped out and displayed before you, and their lifeless corpse remains in mid-air. If that soul that's same as your black light than you it goes back and owe them any task in which they seek.
But........If....it...isnt the same
Then their body and soul are burned away into nothingness after they speak one word to you. To do your soulbound task you can call on your limitless black light which has the power to turn the universe into a diamond in your hand. You feel no remorse no matter what it is, even if its the murder of an army. Your tool for this task is an object without form made from the essence of your former life.

When this is done there is a bond left between you and them. This bond turns their soul just like yours. And so your life and theirs continues to eventually burn the world with your black flame.
You have been told this secret age old tale of the true nature of souls so you can warn others.
So be careful with the light in your heart and dont let it fade into its surrounding darkness





BY: Taka-kun

Salute to the Flag



Do you love america, If you do then leave
Patriotism is no more than brainwashing
Blood for oil, Death for conquest
This has made america what it is today
You won't find america's true story in
history books. Calling that the truth is
like calling a gecko a t-rex. All it's power
and true form have been stripped away by time.
So who rules this LIE that we call a country.
It doesnt really matter. Since it's people are
powerless to do anything. If everyone would
stand one day in a united front then the government
would be powerless to stop us. That is until they use
their pawns on their chessboard called the military.

The truth is that our country was built on the backs of
african slaves and this stolen ground was watered by the
blood the the indians.(Its true owners)

When you salute the flag, just remember that your
are pledging alleidgence to a lie, for stars and stripes
or for injustice and depravation of it's people.

The fact is, is that your not american, the true spirit
of america is as fake as the pledge you make to it.

I DON'T SALUTE THE FLAG
I CURSE IT WITH EVERY WORD I SAY

AM I A TERRORIST OR JUST ANTI-AMERICAN
IT'S THE SAME THING TO ME
EITHER WAY THIS SO CALLED USA WILL GET
WHAT IT DESERVES IN THE END
AND THE ONLY ONES LEFT WILL BE THE
TRUE PATRIOTS



BY: TAKA-KUN

The Meaning Of life




what is it
that cant be answered
From the time your born
you try to answer this
question moving endlessly
through relationships, jobs
and friends
the truth is that the
true meaning of life is a lie
you are nothing more than a product
of your surroundings, you search
for an invisible item to put
meaning in your worthless life.
the answer to all questions
can only be answered after death
which is the true meaning to life
you die a little every second
you've been dying since you were born
does that mean you were born to die
"NO" It means you occupy your life and
add your own meaning until your true
destiny calls you home





BY: TAKA-KUN

EMOTION

affection, anger, happiness, sadness, depression, love OR any other crap that controls u Emotions are alternate personalities
god has not given us the spirit of fear(2nd Timothy 1:7)
every time you meet a challenge one of them takes over
how can u break them loose to see the world as it is
the only way is to kill your heart, but don't commit suicide


feelings sway your judgements and perceptions
like a grain of sand in a cyclone
it's wind wind tears truth from lies and morals from corruption
then your left with nothing to put you together but confusion


so blacken your soul to this movement
but keep these deceitful friends close by to see
the world as it was
if you know the truth long enough then that becomes a lie


tell the world a lie, and leave yourself as the elder
or the lies of the swaying torrent in your mind
will suck you into a false oblivion




BY: TAKA-KUN

Insanity

that which is designed to be unforgiven
a mental illness, schizophrenia, voices in your mind

why are they crazy
are they no different
why arent u them
distortion of life
twisting of the senses
is there someone behind me
why do they torment me

my insanity is what keeps me sane in this fucked up world
the truth is that insanity doesn't exist
truth is what the world comes together to believe
death, killing, rape, and torture, and starvation
are the norm


but you u condem a man who realized the truth
the insane ones are people who realized the world's demonic secret
they are sane and since you deny their prophecying truth
you lock them away.

if insanity is being sane, then what is sanity
sanity is truth and loneliness(kodoku)
loneliness is a state of mind where there is nothing but
truth

Should you be walking the streets or should you
be crippled from the persecution of your truth


If you think i'm crazy then
Answer your own damn questions



BY: SOMEONE IF YOUR'E READING IT

Time and Space

Look at your watch
I am soo small
watch the clock
i sleep in my room
is there enough
in my house
are u out of it
on my street
we lose it as everday passes
in my city
i wish i could get back a little of it
in my state
we check it on our wrist
in my country in a world
that invisible plain of existence
in a galaxy
that doesn't exist
in a universe
who's day and night alternate as
dark matter rising in holy light
time flows through a revolving hourglass
yet i see only see a world because
it can not be tracked
i dont understand
what a week , day or month is, but it might...no
that i am soo small and i'm the only one who can see it
it's only a trace of alternating light


BY: TAKA-KUN

THE WORLD AT LARGE


Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.

I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.

I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

BY: Modest Mouse

Homeless

People take for granted, the roof over head
the food in they belly, the comforts of a bed
they really don't understand the plight of the homelessness
blues
The lengths one must go to just to survive, things one must
do
Stealing petty items just to have one meal to eat
Shampoo, deodorant, and cologne just to be clean in the
streets
See you can be home deprived, yet you aint always gotta
look like you are
looking like you aint got $hit, wont get you very far
Though things are tough, they say Misery loves company
Yet you aint gotta look like you living in misery
The days are getting cold, cheeks red, snot dripping nose
yet one can still raise head because of pride
When memory of the power of the mind, and feelings deep
inside
I wished and promised myself not to sing again the homeless
man blues
yet times are getting real rough, lots of pain nigga go
through
laying down in places not fit for any man
do what you must just to start a new life again
In debt, in doubt, feelings of hopelessness no way out
Always believed that by this time in my life, I'd own a car
and a house
but dreams are what they are, just nocturnal imageries
fight to be more, than what I am currently
Singing homeless man blues, Singing homeless man blues
Singing homeless man blues, Singing homeless man blues
Just look for somewhere to lay my head
some place warm, clean and safe, not looking like the
living dead
Though my life has been sawn asunder under the stress and
strains
even if manic depression has me, wont let it control my
brain.
Strength within, and on God I still rely
Pray thee save my soul, so that I can survive another night
No longer getting high off the herbal weeds that just
clouds minds thoughts
Gotta find a better way that's all I've sought
'Til the day I really have my own
I'll continue singing homeless man blues till I have my
home...

Nahshon

We 're Going To Be Friends Lyrics

Fall is here,hear the yell
back to school,ring the bell
brand new shoes,walking blues
climb the fence,books and pens
I can tell that we're going to be friends

Walk with me,Suzy Lee
through the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
then safely walk to school
without a sound

Well here we are,no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now its time to learn

Numbers,letters,learn to spell
nouns,and books,and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class,through the hall
teacher marks our height
against the wall

And we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphbet
and when I wake tommorow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again
cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

BY: The White Stripes Lyrics

I write my soul on paper that has no voice

to express what i know is life itself

I inhale thought and exhale opinion

the ever expansion and flow of the  mind purifies my being

if i damn my own river, resilient sediment builds

this element poisons your vioce

if it concretes and you look to this for directions

advancement of one's self is impossible

Say what needs to be said

but keep in mind words can take any form and perform any action

knives that cut happiness

walls that separate nations

rest for the insomniac

and they can stop war

Your eyes and ears are gates to your core

what you allow in this core will either reinforce your foundayion or mold your mindset

Nomadic tribes of ideas sail onto the shores of new minds every day

the entagle themselves within your personal republic

burrowing like rooots into everything you percieve

enveloping weaker points of view

it then turns to water which evaporates into your stratosphere forming cumulous religions that rain idealogy onto your heart

th ph level of your rain will shaped all your creations guiding their evolution down whatever path it leads

the more you allow it to fall, the stronger your creations become

creating an ecosystem of personality

how diverse is your world

I write my soul on paper that has no voice

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