I found my soul it told me my aspirations are bigger than my life like any journey I’m leaving everything My life to this point in time no matter how grande was only my home only the beginning
Rain falls on fire
People will never see the scope of great people That’s what hurts them the most
There is a prejudice in games in the use of deities demonic enemies.
During prison visits and the pedophiles walk by Makes me want to stab them
Nothing is promised.
To wake everyday is an insult It insults faith Heaven and hell have failed Waking is a testament to free will Faith destined everything against me yet I accepted a hard life to prove free will has more control over life than faith ever will faith never becomes free will only free will becomes faith
Truthful sleep to me never occurs until an hour before I wake Full on delusion it takes over I live different lives Have different experiences and leave with words to real yet I wake up more astonished to the nightmare and leisure of life Do I writhe in aches or do I stand up throw a embroidered towel over my shoulder from a chest high wooden cabinet Stumble to the shower across the...
But… If I got any karma chips I want to cash them in It’s probably a good time
There’s three kinds Check the text Karma isn’t a personal It’s not about good or bad in return It good towards the world Pure karma is good for goods sake I never wanted blessings or favors in return People just need to be loved once To understand there is more more to the world the world doesn’t revolve around anyone Karma doesn’t either
I’m tired I’ve been fighting too long Yet every time I wake everyone keeps fighting no one has ever given up Life goes on…
There is sadness in knowing the true story of others yet it makes living more meaningful. To see a person and remember their origins and adventures to arrive at this point.
Even if there is a night of reflection The sun rises and the tears dry The day begins and living to do A new day to eat, breathe, and see Another story to carry It’s a fucked up world But we gotta make the best of it It isn’t trivial to be alive Life goes on… In a world with no such thing as normal
We truthfully came from the slums To be one of us… To be us… is to come from nothing To know death and life Art is easy from a life of experience We are the gangsters with golden hearts To never regret sticking to the norm Never breaking the mold All I have to put on the table is my life That’s all I ever had… It’s not the drunkness talking But my family...
The saint of devils and the devil to saints.
There are many like me Broken homes and crooked bones Blood mosquitoes die from The cure for mania has coughs of blood yet it’s a game of hangman We’re just filling in the spaces
Products of a fucked up generation Can drifters create a home? Why are we to be the leaders? Why do I carry the umbrella? Yet Saints never change the world Not the world we know, at least Both weed and flower Life against adversity develops strength as petals litter the ground on a path to something broken
In our lives we stumble on the fortunes people disregard at me feet I’ve found gold rings but the fortunes of cookies are more abundant they float near my knees and give me riddles “If you don’t have time to live now, when do you have time to live?”
The Smell of Smoke
Gunshots I can’t here anymore It’s a normal life yet my first visit They said I need lifelong psychological services I think everyone in my life needs that Well the ones I eat with and starve with Oversleep is waking to violence My Great Uncle arrested for accidentally calling 911 his eyes pure white they don’t believe he’s blind they arrest him What is life when the story is...
Are you gonna be running with 50 packs? You gonna ride with uncle? Are you going to go to college? Going to be successful? Hey baby I’m the devil.
I always felt strength comes from stumbling feet love exists encumbered by hate life is hunger sharing a bent cigarette the more I dream I only return to an incomplete story broken and shattered To come from nothing is to never know the story Is contentment death or living?
They Waited Outside Glass Walls
This a place of reminiscing Alma Mater To me it is the battleground of drug addiction To choose between money or education It was all I ever knew to be broken Faith to spiral into a life of violence and evasion It’s in my blood but now we wander lost for a better life I hold on to this place As everyone holds on to me May I never forget my life built of sin May I find something...
I can only do so much It’s on each person and people get to comfortable Forgetting I’m broken Angry enough to destroy everything in sight
I wasn’t born the person I am today Everything I have was given to me Wealth is the least work Kindness, love, and understanding were things I worked on everyday for years I was born angry I was born evil but we all have a starting point
The orphan that was my grandfather was the first to open his heart. Everyone was there for food and drinks. Even though it was welfare money, he only knew kindness. They’d meet and meet over food to one day form a temple. Now no one remembers him.
Thoughts I Never Say Thought I Never Say
I’m the Wild Child. No one ever knows where I am. No one knows how many or who I know. I carry a big heart yet no one knows what I’ll do. My life has so many experiences, I could never tell someone everything. I rarely sleep and I’m rarely alone. As I age, there are less people in life but I’m close to all as I always was. With more time alone comes more reflections. The more I reflect the...
$1,000 Dollar Days
I had $400 stolen from me in my sleep. It’s a test of character to believe money isn’t anything.
Every time I sit in class, I know this is my only chance. Only death and prison are my futures, but maybe it can be different. Every time I sit I have something at stake, but never is it enduring or glorious. I’ve tasted the dust and felt edges of steel toes. I’ve walked in the rain and answered 21 questions watching a dog. When I travel my ancestors are with me. My brothers...
All I want is kitchen cabinets filled with money.
Money fills no void in me All I want to do is give away more and more Money doesn’t change the past We just forget who we are sometimes
“Life will test you little monk. You won’t pass all of them.” I remember never living regret or hatred, because I understood. No one passes every test and I can’t hate people as they continue growing. I can’t hate myself as I continue growing
I wake up with a life being poor Being poor dictates and dictated I live and travel through spaces where I have less power I question “Who am I?” Even though I live with honor and goodness I question “Who am I?” Eventually I get to getting it and it’s not about getting it It’s watching my baby brothers eat steak Seeing my mom watching movies on her...
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels:...– Salvador Dali (via lazyyogi)