Funny thing about life is… I forget about it when I’m writing.
Would they pay more attention
If I wrote Tupac across the packaging
Screams of Mandela’s soul pierce my unworthy youthfulness
Drive-by Views [The Horror]
Waves of melancholy brush the bruised shores
Cries of the isolated earthlings
Ring for stars to hear
Help is near…
Lies they tell to keep us here
I heard her heart cry but I ignoredQuickly dismissed it as a mere noiseAll I had to do was close my earsMy self-conscious is loud nowCompliments and praise moonwalked down my tongueCrossed her heart with flowersAs I promised her abundant loveThe invisible cloak of selfishness…
Memories colliding, I rememberI remember the times before the innocence began to fadeBefore faith turned to hateBecause the same God you praiseSeems a little distant to hear my prayers