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EYES OF THE SON Looking into the eyes of her son Gazing through the windows of her soul Giving all that she could Blaming all that she wants, but herself She’s just a mother She won’t let him go She’s just a mother Never let’s him grow When I look up to the heavens My…

His endless smile Reaches far beyond the Nile And it can’t be measured No it can’t be measured His endless LOVE Touches everyone and rises us above And it can’t be measured No it can’t be measured His endless beginning Creates everything and nothing The Master’s face is behind every mask We all wear His…

Do you know what it’s like To completely give up Could you imagine Drinking from His cup I just want to be free And never have to worry Change my life on Your time So I’m never in a hurry He gave you His love Will you take it on He wants you along Will…

EMPTY FACE He soaked his mind Into the sky To absorb life He could not find. Distorted views Decay within The come down drowns him Slowly to the end. No drugs can cure His deepest fear Out of his brain He tries to maintain. Just another Lonely soul Soon to die from the taste Of…

We need to do it like the third world and take it to the street, not looting and burning, but sniping police, how much more should we take? young brothers get deceased, over how many years now, we struggling for peace, peaceful demonstrations, instead of clapping the beast, now its eye for eye, listen close,…

Small towns were a vicious a trap tooled in the basement swat shops of circumstance. It was a town so small…a prison of narrow streets and boarded up windows. There were no video cameras turning in the darkness, but empty space has eyes and wind has ears. No one really needs the newspapers. Everyone knows…

The morning radio waves are gray graves swallowing my heart in static and Kurt Cobain feedback. The sun melts awake after a night of pouting moon and swooning lovers put to bed by the insistence of savored stars glowing tremble-ish. The water pipes roar themselves soar when the shower wakes me with water warm morning…

My mama wouldn’t touch me. I looked like my daddy, and my daddy was dead. My stepfather wouldn’t hear me. He was jealous of my daddy. My mama still loved my daddy, I looked like my daddy And my daddy was dead. I was born into this world as a baby, and was transformed into…

I saw her Last Try. “I’m sorry” (Silence) “I had to” (Silence) “For you! Please say something, constructive or destructive, to either hold up or knock down my belief that consumption of hope isn’t anything… but enough” Cheesy poetry always got to her. Was thinking maybe that that would get her out of this rut.…

I have… Been through some things. Not a lot, because my fortune doesn’t run out. Not anything big, cause I minimize. I try, to maximize the feeling at the time, Take a shower in the blood you try to scrub off your hands. Let the agony and despair rain over me like light and love…