Moving Ahead
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My hands guide. Up-down. In-out. Faster. Slow down. If you're talking too much, let me test your throat. I don’t want you to be quiet, so I give you plenty to say on this heated diet.
Grief Pedigree
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Trauma tied to my mind. Refusing to forgive, mad because I’d rather see death than to rectify.
Why?
They didn’t mistake what they meant, but they want me to fertilize their shit. Raised with the taste of malnourishment. Waste-the desert, full on emptiness and pain. Man shouldn’t remain in the dirt. He should mold it as the foundation to display worth.
The ILL Of Man
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The more I help, the more I see the sorrow of mans will, dependent and gracious until I end the help.
Can help end cordially?
Nah-they see abandon when hand-outs lessen and learn to feel blessed borrowing scraps from another man’s check.
Is this the ILL of Man? Madness! The force we believe and imitate.
This must be how cults are formed. Happiness treading where sorrow surrounds. Bodies wasting their form. Quenching thirst from spoils poured into the earth.
Is this the illness of man?
The madness called sanity.
This must be how we ignore warnings. Fooling everyday so we are guided wrong. Stepping into early graves chasing waves. Diving head strong into sorrow- thinking it sells and transforms while love traumatizes us to believe we are better alone.
Press Your Luck
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Acting on what’s real to you is legit hope. It creates better stability than legalized dope-you become the smoke, tantalizing minds, stuck in lungs. When they spit, you’re what comes up.
Head Doctor
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My favorite place to be is in your head, where I can just be, chill when I need and fuck how I feel.
You know the story. You think it every day. You breath it out, speaking what your life is about. Lines run long. Open you, revealing what you desire to keep hidden. Secrets that elevate, truths, those with low mental stamina believe fake.
I shake it loose, read you, just wanna feel good. Already under pressure. Need to release and somewhere to place it.
Don’t shelf this.
Love N’ Lust-In It All We Trust
We cling to what we hope doesn’t hold memories we don’t wanna believe.
What do I believe, the lust between knees. Pay NO attention since I seen the women, I love get beat, and hug the same dick that made them bleed.
Made it hard to believe in love, easy to believe and trust muhfuckas don’t love nothin but lust.
Aint nothing like control. The only sin I believe in forces you to lose your soul-revenge.
Winners & Losers
Shootin, lootin, fuckin, suckin, grudgin, about what you never were. Swallowing your morals. Jealous of anothers love instead of being proud of surviving your struggle is the loser’s hustle.
Winners all-so-phisticate themselves with navigating the same hell, even is what they get. They abandon a suicidal mindset, self-sabotage is the fools tough, not satisfied until the competition’s death, winning and providing shouldn’t require a dying breath.
Fantastic Addiction
My madness is fantastic. Makes me the realist addict.
My insecurities are the securest part of me. Keeping them whole when I’m mad enough to tear my life to shreds.
Waving for help like it matters, never thought I’d like the same bed that fucks love, comfort is the scab I pick until I wound.
Then I wrap up in attention to lay the hammer to these Shhh!!!! Get from round me if you won’t let me get off my Ahhh!!!!
I got what we all want.
Deep Love
What's the deepest LOVE
Sharing shame without a second thought
Blame never crossing the threshold- making you feel caught out there. No place to hold on. Free to experience heaven on earth knowing hell is close as a wrong turn, of the head, cheek, or eye following a thought to turn every type.
Honest to the slick. Living the fuck-its till you believe your stronger than guilt. Too tough to quit. A love that never ends
In the end, a love we pretend
Last of My Kind
Last of my kind
Kind… The last thing missing
Missing the thing I last took for granted
Granted myself strength to be kind,
Kindness is a power that has improved my life.
Life is and takes a power and provides strength.
Not A Care
Not at the table
NOT in front of...
The kids, they feel it like a yell. An attitude sending happiness to hell. Scared like love was taken back.
Not in front of friends! Shouldn't keep them If you have to pretend. Mending their broken home from pieces you dumped after giving up.
Not in front of parents, if they see trauma is inherited, they couldn't gin or beer it. Too high to realize their faults ain’t always perfect.
A Beautiful Mind
My mindset is killing me.
I think I’m more than I believe. Better than you think.
Mindset is killing us.
Always did… Made the war un-suttle. Without words, we can’t avoid exploding hurt.
We are the killers.
Making a way for envy, breathed to life. Wanting things done better than what you’ve become. Under your watch, pushing for a time when guilt is caught in hearts seeking love.
I admit, because my love will make you forget. I am guilty of the mindset that keeps on killing. A lover’s mindset at it’s best.
Loves Blues
My blues were eery. Made me fear myself. Didn’t realize a person would honor their self-destruction
Was it worth the thrown?
Love…powered by obedience, found under every frame-working to keep a lid on vanity-shaming love to stay.
Forbidden Love
When you reach that age youth begins to hide, be careful of the ego you bring out. It’s the lover spewing what was supposed to be forgiven. What he was not supposed to hold onto, cause’ it makes him and his peace opposites that purposely attract doom.
ROADS WE PAVE
Memories
Do you ever really forget? Or does the body naturally reset- so you don't have to think about, or remember that regret. Until you treat others with the remedy you perfected.
Your mental. Preserve the pain from a war won because you lived. Surviving the battle of life, feeling lost when asleep, unable to reach the end-the meaning. And can’t escape when awake-not in a way that brings more.
So you go… Anyway. As long as it’s away.
Good roads lead to dead ends, making some bad ones seem worth the cost.
Who want it?
You ever talk to someone just to hear yourself. To dissect your cry for help. Is it genius, or does the wine make you bitter, like gin burning affection, altering intuition so you chase bad decisions.
The fun you won’t vision.
My dream life.
I only need someone to enjoy my limits and hold me as I surpass them. It’s more than we can handle. Is loves hold strong enough to beat tough times seducing us to fuck it all up?