I loved you
You were not perfect in my eyes
the sun didnt glean from your ass
but
That only made you more real
You tasted real
You felt real
You smelled
Real
It wasn't just the hours we spent on the phone talking
it wasn just your lips on mine
the warm intimacy of the possibility that this could be
My last first kiss
It wasnt you eyes that sucked me in
The eyes i could stare into and get lost
Because in those eyes i found peace
It wasnt the way my heart broke
At every fight
Every dispute
Everytime i though i did
Something wrong
I loved you
it wasn't because you were such a CREEP
or because when you hugged me
i felt so uncomfortable
because i was scared that i would never want to leave
It wasnt your laugh quiet, deep, slow
or the smile that creep up on your face
curling like a paper streamer
until the fllash of white teeth belayed surprise
It wasn't your ambiguity, your fluidity, your abilty to by simultaneously, hard and soft,
big and small,
safe and scary
It wsn't the way just the sound of your voice could make me smile
Make my day brighten
No
It was because
Of that
One Little Moment
In the park
When our hands met
And i realized
you felt the same

Show me your destiny

Give me your sorrows

Ill take on responsibility 

I wont change tomorrow

Because

I LOVE YOU

i know you dont want to trust me

because your so scared

Your so scared

But i just think your selfish

Because this,

is no your typical stereotypical, antipathetical

relationship that ends with the undressing of our emotional barriers

Into the physical guilt of finally being a working class hoe

This is the real veracious incorruptible kind of analogy 

That is the essence of you and me

so blindingly coming together

that even when were head over heels with Hate

were still head over heels

I need you to admit that you trust me 

I know you do

ive been places no one before can intrude

Yet you still cling to this breached barrier

And i know you know i already broke through

I know you better than i know myself

Your voice

My conscience

Your life

The counter to my center

 I LOVE YOU

I know you think i want that metaphorical green light so we can eternally moved forward

But in truth i want the yellow light so as we eternally look at each other slowing down patiently waiting until we finally STOp 

with all the bullshit

stop with all the Games

And You finally let me in

And correlate my name

To Reliability

Security

Sanctuary

Responsibility

And you finally say you love me

Not just with you heart your eyes

but with the mind that is so determined to hide

Your TRUE feelings

Because

Sin tu amor

Sin tu corazon

Sin tu alma

I am broken

i cannot act right 

Cannot think right

Cannot be Right

Simply because i need 

YOU

Death

the feel of
your neck beneath
my blade makes me excited
For i am DEATH and i bring pain
but more so i bring release from this
world and i enjoy it. Is it bad what i do?
I think not
for i am
not the
cause
but the
bearer
of
bad news
that People
do not
want to
hear. Is
it a crime
what i do,
bringing death,
release to those
past their expiration
dates i think not. so i am
not evil i am in essence just
a garbage man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ABC's Of SKY
Sky's ? Absolutely Abscising Agitation Take you and your ghetto, somewhere else ?
Sky's ? Balefully Banishing Braggadocio Simply because, your not perfect! ?
Sky's ? Confidently Conquering Cainotophobia Because things can't just stay the same, life would lose meaning ?
Sky's ? Diabolically Disabling Discrimination Because who really wants everyone to be the same? ?
Sky's ? Earnestly Eradicating Elistists I mean really, Get over yourself ?
Sky's ? Fanatically Fearing Faineants Because there's a life out there, go find it ?
Sky's ? Gladly Glorifying Gallantry simply because life need more knights in shining armor ?
Sky's ? Happily Hating Habituation The definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over, and yet you expect different results ?
Sky's ? Impartially Ignoring Ignorance I mean come on, your slow, why do you need my attention? ?
Sky's ? Judiciously Jamming Jactitation Say what you mean; i dont like playing games ?
Sky's ? Keenly Killing Knavery Doesn't life have enough jackasses without you adding your input? ?
Sky's ? Leerily Lacerating Larceny I mean doesn't everybody hate a theif? ?
Sky's ? Madly Maiming Misunderstanding Im right. Your wrong. Are we clear? ? *just playing=)*
Sky's ? Nastily Nailing Narcism Only a few select people can be the shit, without stinking!!! ?
Sky's ? Ostentatiously Overiding Obstinance It's ok to be firm in your belief, but when you stubbornly cling to an ideal that's been proven to be wrong it just displays your ignorance ?
Sky's ? Proudly Presenting Pride Gay People RULE!!!!! ?
Sky's ? Quietly Quenching Quarreling Arguements are started by idiots, mimicking intelligent debate, and when they realize they can't, that their inadequate, they resort to profanity and violence ?
Sky's ? Regally Reducing Ridicule For if you comfortable with yourself, Why do you need to hurt someone else ?
Sky's ? Stubbornly Stomping Stigmas Stereotypes are just another form of false prejudice, so yeah, YOUR RACIST, *or homophobic* ?
Sky's ? Tactfully Tackling Tabescence Um yeah, GET A LIFE!!! ?
Sky's ? Unequivocally Undermining Urbaniztion Do you really want to look just like that guy? ?
Sky's ? Viciously Vanquishing Vanity For True Beauty needs no disclaimer ?
Sky's ? Witheringly Wangling Weeping Sadness is a terrible emotion, usually inspired by loneliness to some degree, the best way to overcome is to go out, and get a hug ?
Sky's ? eXtraodinarily eXterminating Xenophobia Because accents are HOTT!!! ?
Sky's ? Yearly Yearning Youth Ah the bliss of youthful ignorance (not to be confused with common day stupidity) ?
Sky's ? Zealously Zapping Zealots Is it REALLY that important, that you have to knock on my door at 4 am to tell me about it. ?

Living The Lyrics

Why must TRUE music be pushed aside
so that Boy Bands might be heard
Why must i realize that by shaving your head
ANYONE can get attention
Why must an entire generation be lost
so that the next on can shoot down and
fuck up
EVERYTHING that the last one salvaged
Why cant i ask you "21 Question"
to find out why your such a LIAR
why can't you "Pop, Lock, and Drop" to tell ME why
i cant snitch
to save someones life
to save someones health
To stop ANOTHER family from being torn apart
Why cant you "Superman That Hoe" into empowerment
or are you too busy butchering childhood heroes into cheap tired repetitive dances, so that an already procrastinating race has another
Distraction from Enlightenment
How does it feel to know that you promote drugs over education,
That you inspire violence in your nation
That lil RayRay got shot because someone was too busy
Living the Lyrics
to realize what the were actually doing
That Courtney's sad and heartbroken because apparently
apparently she was just a "bobblehead"
is it cool that you promote every statistic that society so fears
that brings your generation down
why can anyone go back to "Standing Up 4 Love"
Why is everyone "Runnin' To Live"
Yet dying to fight
why is the carnage caused by living the lyrics being overlooked while people are dancing to belligerent bullshit such as "Chicken Noodle Soup" and worrying about how they're "Lipgloss" is poppin
while my best friends uncle is in jail because he wanted to be a "Duffel Bag Boy"
Lil mamma what DO YOU know about me
You should know that i miss having sunshine in my cloudy day
I miss when it was a bad thing that "Papa Was A Rolling Stone"
and not a sign of manhood
I miss not being to proud to beg
"Because You Know I Love You"
I miss "Rollin on the River" not worrying i i have money because the people on the river are happy to give
I miss trying a little tenderness
i miss "Sittin On The Dock of the Bay" thinking about the
"Stormy Blues"
i miss being "Hopeful" for today
Why cant we go back to having "The Victory" or
wanting to go to "Heaven" or watching "His Eye is on The Sparrow"
Oh it will be a "Happy Day" when the current trend of violence, procrastination, and prejudice is out of stly and we can go back to "Lookin at the Man in the Mirror"
"It Doesn't Matter If You Black Or White"
You still "Ain't Nothing But a Hound Dog" until you realize the cycle of bipolar emotions and tormented pain that you go through.
"It's Too Late To Apologize"
you have to "Wake Up And Pay Attention"
"Listen" to what your Listening to
Follow what your Heart says
and Find Lyrics worth Living to

Prodigy

My untamed voice
and My brilliant Caramel color
Takes control of your first impression
And that is my inspiration
in being
To much for you to handle
So the public assumations
Made about me
is that he
Is just a vat of hot air
However
In side the carved abyss of my mind
battered and cratered with more experience than my time
The wild style and fierce blood
running through my veins
only a part of the being with my name
yet when coupled with the
intense intelligence invigorating my being
and the
exalted exuberance enhancing others
This twisted portrayel
is an epitome of the dichotomy
that is this visage that vividly
displays the soul
of a prodigy

A prayer (dedicated to Hurricane Katrina Victims)

I pray for the man crying in the street
with nothing to eat
who after the tempest had no way to make ends meet
who has 3 kids and a step daughter, to beat
and care for

I pray for the child who had no one, therefore
Lost and stranded with not even a doll to care for
but whats more
There's an increasingly hungry dog that's starting to stare

i'm praying for the prisoners with no warden there
fights breaking out their pulling at his hair
and if anyone had bothered to actually care
They would've realized the only reason he was there
Was because he was an exceptionally bad driver

Survivors
I pray for them to because there governments a liar
That said it would be a savior a provider
I bet you they are tired of being lied to

Im praying for the lady who was stuck in commute
Who was stuck in traffic worrying how to distribute
Her avon products so she could contribute
To her sons college fund

I pray for the girl out on the run
Whose blind and dumb and
doesnt know whats going on
Doesn even know what she's running from
Whise lost and now can find her way
home

I pray for those stuck in the dome
Those who in there felt all alone
Who formed there gangs so they could feel strong
and then shot people so they could feel some control

I pray
I pray for you today
I pray for those who mislead
and those lead astray
Because in the end judgment comes anyway
and yes
thats why i pray

This is what hatred sounds like

Sitting in the courtyard cryin
being called a fag
Being told i'd grow up
Just like my dad
feeling completely down from being called a nigger
being called fat because i happen to be bigger
being called slow because i like to take my time
Being called a cracker because i happen to be white
Or being called a slacker because i cant get my mind right
This is the sound that hatred makes

Looking out to see the cross burn
surrounded by white hoods, those who yearn
for the death of those with skin just a tad bit darker
Those who battered and beat him with a bat
6 to 1 because he was all that
simply because he loved boys with his rainbow hat
They killed him in an alley
All smashed together because they were Jews
The penalty if you weren't of the germanic brew
Well guess what hitler
Neither were you
These are the eyes of hatred

The burn of an iron against my skin
The hungry of poverty makes my stomach cave in
The feel pf a whip against my back
The tears of prejudice giving me no slack
the slap of negligence against my face
discrimination as it chokes my life away
This is what hatred feels like


The overflowing trash can that is my next meal
with a side of fresh roadkill
The moldy bread the feed to us american japanese
all because of a war overseas
the taste of sweat and gunpowder
as i lay in the trench
fighting a war that doesnt make sense
This is the taste of hatred

Why can i hear you
taste you
See you
Breathe you
Hatred
why are you there?

Broken

I am a
piece of a broken whole
broken words
broken soul
and i need to get better
but how can i
in a world that slaps me in the face
like i disgrace
its very existence
Every time i try to succeed
i bleed
an excess
of pain and dysfunction
and this conjunction
of misspoken harmony
coupled with an
unpopular sovereignty
sets me up as a statistic to fail
but i will bail
on this preordained assumed destiny
as i manifest
my own reality
In which i exceed only my
own expectations
instead of Society's

This time

At this time
I try to to find
his state of mind
that wasn't kind t
To this
sad , lonely boy
I mean i understand his stance
from one hoping for a second chance
I cannot hope to romance
the notion
that this is all his fault
In his eyes i could be a parasite
that hopes to blight
his standing
with his family
with my demanding
com hither stare
That entrances
and perchance
smiles and friendly conversation
Something he never could achieve
and i believe
he let me in
Thinking
I would play the victim
one he could pity
who fell through the system
so he could feel
charitable
but i dissed him when
through subtle implies
i improvised
and
under the guise
that i could compromise
and yet without any lies
i
completely mislead him
No small feat
to deceive
without actual deceit
but i believe
that beat
of the metaphorical drum
cause a hum
of unknown repercussions
that small stick of dynamite
proves to be my kryptonite
i realize as i wate for the #12 bus
and i hush
so i can think
Now that i messed up
what.. do.. i .. do
Next
but i di
gres
because right now
my main concern
is
that.. i .. stay
blessed

Synaesthesia

The smell of peppermint and hospitals
grandma with tubes in her nose
in her chest
blood pumping through her finger
The color blue
The horrible sweater she wore as she
showed me her battle scars
from long wars with the doctors
The Red robin
the decorative soap i bought her at the dollar store
for christmas
7 years later
still there
Macoroni and cheese
the taste of her being happy
and healthy
the only she time she could really cook
Rotting Fruit
the taste
of her
Cold
Lifeless
Flesh
As i kissed her
In her coffin
She still smelled of peppermint

You were my friend
and now your not
You have forgot
Our promise of to the end

I know i said id be there for you
And simple promise i broke
but the love you had scared me too
With every word that you spoke

I still care
Your in my thoughts
Though your so far over there
I still want the friendship for which we fought

And Because were cursed with each others hearts
Fate will keep us far apart

Me
First of all im crazy, GET OVER IT lolA lot of people assume a lot of things about me
Like that im black
im really not,
im a mix of Bengali, Irish, Native American, Kenyan, and Aborigine.
People seem to think that i think outside the box
i really don't care about the box more about the magic wand that was in it.
I live in my own Fantasy world Most likely your invited.
I REALLY DON'T CARE if the glass is half empty or half full, why should i when i realize there's more soda in the fridge.
I like to think of myself as a philosopher of sorts.
The sound of the color yellow is purple.
People like to think that i am a trip, there wrong Im a Whole Damn VACATION.
I have a slight histrionic disorder, in dummy terms: ATTENTION WHORE!!! but i do care about other people.
I say Shenanigans ALOT
I need a life as a matter of fact i need two the first one was kind of cheap.
I am Hindu and i believe that God is Morgan Freeman.
I happen to be G..A..Y!!!! and damn proud.
I love to argue on theology so bring it.
Oh yeah, I'd say i love you like a fat kid loves cake, but me and cake are getting pretty damn serious this has become quite lengthy So let me summarize

T A L KT OM EB E T C H E S! ! !