A simple mission

I am on a mission to change and rearrange my mindset. Not my thoughts but my actions. Lashing out at my misfortune brought me a limited satisfaction. The body expresses what the mind is thinking... And if there is any doubt in your mind, it will surely be proven sooner than later. The truth is greater than any fraudulent expectations that we as a people seem to be infatuated with. You'd think the mirages were obvious. The collages of poverty painted perfectly across gray skies with blatant lies, and lives that end horribly. Surely there is a greater box outside of mines, a brighter grass to find rather than what’s just on the other side of the fence... Hence the different colors of the rainbow hints at a world of diversity… and despite the controversy of what counts as politically correct… we are still taught to respect the chains forced upon us… punished if we neglect the opinions that supposedly matter the most. The games that we play and it may sound cliché, but the hoax on our entity is simply to make the rich, richer, and keep the poor, poor. The projects are a sore site for eyes filled with wealth and selfish thoughts. People, life, death… at this point anything can be brought. There are no limitations on expectations when the tellers at the bank greet you with friendly smiles on their faces because your funds are lacing their checks and they just expect something from you. Like the women who don’t really want you but they lower themselves for ones and hundreds in exchange for fun and repugnant shit. And I was really just wondering? Can you pay to erase shame that is stained permanently to your brain because even after every one has forgotten, you still remember and tremble from mistakes in the past that offered you a better future? Just not a better title. Sitting idle… waiting for success… but all that you could offer was sex. But then again, that was all that was offered to you. That’s all that was expected of you, so instead of perfecting you, you decided to settle for stereotypical criticism but when the truth calls you always forget to listen. You always forget to envision yourself as what you choose to be. We are what we prove to be and if you refuse to see the rain behind the fire in her eyes. The sunshine. The deterioration of a nation… lives wasted from dream chasing instead of goal setting and never forgetting whats most important at the end of the day. I guess we all pay that price to live this life until we suffice. Everyone will doubt you until you show and prove exactly what it is that you are about. Never believe the hype and demolish strife with progress. Instead of projects. Because projects are nothing more than plans to achieve a goal, and progress is moving toward that destination. And if you cant decipher the difference between these locations then don’t feel vain… This is probably about you. And I hope your bullet proof... Because the truth is flying from every angle... Your life is in danger... We're soon to be endangered... And I'm sure the haters are proud to see us falling off one by one.. Sleeping with a guiltless conscience because we are killing ourselves.. And each other.. And our youth... And our elders. We are demolishing a history of victory meant to be cherished humbly. Not parished and crumbling beneath our very own throwns that we can't see past whats in front of our eyes. Behind all the lies and disguises that we find behind the harsh, cold, enlightening, proven fact...  That you are how you act... And thats why I am on a mission to change and rearrange my entire mindset not my right but my actions.

Fiend..

I fiend for a dream that I can believe in, I dream of a Fiend with extreme will power... Shes still sour, sweetness devoured and spit out a child for any and every man who'd speak eternity at their peaks, between her sheets discreetly kept a secret.. I fiend for a dream I can believe in Seduction is the root of reproduction it's symmetrical.. Stressing and loving, clubbing and fucking, changing lovers and changing pampers damp with piss poor expenses, and she just can't stop spending and he's most likely thinking forensics... Whose is it. Ups and leaves her with the quickness and the sickness is a pandemic, a sea of sorrow and a crowd of fools waiting to swim in it. See they had relations but no ship and the shit between her hips was the gift he'd been dying for.. Foundation slipped away after she slipped off his dick to find it raw... All mistakes are a counted for see that's what lifes designed for. So that we can explore and experience the seriousness of seduction. Do you feel productive letting him slut you play you like a fool after you've come through and you may not like the truth but it's all in what you do. Falling sometimes soothes the soul and the lonely nights get old, washed and used and sent back home... And only an asshole would condone not knowing what you should know but going the lengths that you do go and it all is summed up with one word... Lost. Trying to find that moment of being wanted at all costs fiending for a dream she can believe in wishing she had the option of a better place to conceive in stuck in the projects and never leaving so their subjected to having no achievements and she wants to do better but no one has given her good reason to fiend for a dream she can believe in, she's never had a chance to explore her creativity or allow her imagination to wander so she can't wonder of a fiend with extreme will power. And she can't stop seduction from being what it is, she can't stop hating the men she chooses or loving her kids. There seems to be no way to reduce it she has to be the seducer, proving that seduction is the root of reproduction.. And when she's stuck with the timeless memories that lasted no longer than he did and she's still fiending and I swear to god I'm dreaming everytime that I see a fiend with a pipe or her everyword on his mic it just don't seem right once the light hits it, for everytime she fights with that extreme will power. She will every month, fiend for every week, a dream every day. and lust at every hour.

Sincerely, Poetrii

GMB

Good morning beautiful, how did you dream my queen? I've been watching you, so peaceful and serene. I couldnt possibly be the one to intervene with you so deep into your beauty sleep, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... How did you dream my queen? Did I invade your adventures, did I take part in any of your fantasies... Do you love to dream of doing that dance with me? Do you dream of enhancing me for I am not all that you desire, or am I more than you require, give you more love than one person should acquire... Good morning beautiful, did you need me more than ever last night, were you being attacked by nightmares, I've come to fight, and after defeating the illusion dreamt by someone with a wonderfully creative imagination, I'll hold you tight, and I might even take the time out to start a conversation and ask... How did you dream my queen?I've been watching you shivering and shaking.. Plus your completely naked and I can see every inch of tension in your body, and improbably should have waken you... But I couldn't possibly be the one to intervene.. Not with you in a beauty sleep so deep. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I can't hide the extreme urge to tell you... Good morning beautiful, I missed you last night.:. And its such a site to see when your laying beside me and I have to battle my hands to not touch and love you out of your sleep, go deep underneath the sheets and greet you with... Good morning beautiful. I often wonder how you slumber, you look comfortable snuggled tight beneath the comforter... A slight glow from the window illuminates your figure and I crave to drive my fingers down your road of curves... Hopefully to reach the destination I deserve, and I will preserve every memory and moment captured between... Goodnight, and Goodmorning beautiful, how did you dream my queen?

Sincerely, Poetrii

Comes and goes

She said the pain comes and goes, confidently as If she was sure that if could not, and would not last forever. Eternally living internally, entering me with a hurt so sweet, promised me that I could stay Alive as long As I breathe, or as I bleed the blood of my culture... Then I'd never be food for the vultures, the scavengers, the predators. Pray that the concrete holds didm beneath my pedicure. I mean I said I'm sure but I didn't actually mean what I said, how can there possibly be foundation with all of the dysfunction running through my head. So many running through the streets living dead... Non- existent from the poison the have been fed, and I myself is full of lies.. Toxic verbal waste got me heading towards the skies. It took me Lot of time for ms to realize that I was living for absolutely no reason at all, thought that if I didn't mean anything it would cushion my fall and I could resist the need to call out. Favor with no plans of reimbursing the wrong nature of living, steady forward, no reversing, shit happens, no rehearsing, last second reactions are must see tv, no commercials but she says the pain comes and goes... And she said it with a cockiness in her voice as if she was promised to live forever, and I'd wondered why her pain wasn't consistent, completely demolishing her existence. Holding proof to the phrase "we were born to die" and I watch her wLk through life with her head held high as I cried over spilled milk. Her presence as smooth as silk, a flower starting to wilt, and she managed to muster out a secret... Told me that it was up to me to believe it, but the way that she conceives shit is that "we were born to die" and she sees no reason to live dead if the end was approaching, why be soft spoken if soon what you've heard is all that you will ever hear, and there is no sense in living life if you're going to live it in fear. She said "we are born to die" and she said it as if she was holding in a cry long over-due, she said it will injure and insult you, with no fault from you it can be snatched, crumbled, and thrown in your face in a split second, a lesson learned in return for living, simply to die. And I had to question why her personality seemed to fluctuate.. And she said "the pain comes and goes" but she said it with this slight hint of arrogance, as if she knew that she had lived a life worthy of death.

Sincerely, Poetrii