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  • THOUGHTS ARE CONCEITED

    by ERIC

    Thoughts are conceited
    The government pensively takes action to benefit themselves
    Issuing subpoenas
    That don’t relieve us
    Say peace and the result is Hiroshima
    Place a flower in a barrel and put a bullet in civilian when its needless
    imprison our minds with lies and call it freedom
    With thoughts alluding saying it’s protected by the constitution and reasons are essays that aren’t concluded
    With war treaties not peace subdued to illegal aliens that are deprived of greetings
    Dehydrated seedlings
    Adds more sunlight in speech’s
    The people subjected to a famine forced beating
    then discarded this is called genocide forced by the gangs and government sees as it meaningless
    With the disregard of many
    We ask for dollars but for the thought of change of time we receive pennies

     

  • HEARTACHE’S QUEST

    by ERIC

    Blared music to shield the agony
    Trying to move mountains telepathically
    Puzzled by the thought of what goes on around a soul
    When the being is unaware of what is happening
    The world and its fallacies
    False notions spoken when asked about the truth of the pursuit of happiness
    A statement that is explained when laughter turns into depression
    When curses are a blessing
    Knowing forward is backwards
    Rapidness is all that is known without resting
    Simply sprinting away from signs of affection
    Cupid’s bow can only shoot a message in a direction that inflicts infection
    That can only be treated with a extended injection of time and rejection
    Being attracted to someone that is attracted to someone else is a course
    In my labyrinth subjected to digression
    Moving on without anyone suspecting is a maze in itself
    In a search for someone forever pleasant
    Remembering the sting as a twisted love story through certain sections
    Reminiscing, skimming through old pictures
    Scribbling out the words I’m fine in ink so it remains in the recollections
    Hoping not to have to make a correction
    To only have to be traumatized by life
    And be on heartache’s quest again

  • REMORSE

    by ERIC

    Silence can be the loudest action
    Concealing the depression
    With aggression
    Against the thoughts of passion
    Emotions should tangle with apologies
    Of being so bland against the beings that care
    Hovering over the sorrow of what was done even though the apologies soar in thin air
    Morphing into despair
    Shrouding it with anger
    So the world doesn’t know of the sadness that remains constantly there
    Why apologize for the lies of saying it’s okay overloaded from irritation?
    And the endless questionable glares
    In a pool of self loathe gasping for air
    What caused the suffocation?
    Who or what for?
    Was it done by yourself?
    Apologizing for bottling up  the pain that constantly contorts
    In reality opening up the little tea pot short and stout to let steam out from the pores
    The world depicts one’s self being apologetic but inside the thick skull
    Exposure of x-ray that has little remorse

  • VERBAL BULLETS

    by ERIC

    No sky light horizons from the trenches
    Spacious depths equal the minds of the senseless
    Mindless infliction
    Of a vocabulary
    That doesn’t deserve the forceful misuse abusive apprehension
    Picking up the words once read
    And turning them against us
    Slang and slander
    Attack the defenseless
    By using the media to depict vulgar pictures
    A world our past didn’t envision
    Using ain’t, good when it should be well, and making up
    Words for common terms and we remember it
    Teaching our generations bad ways to spell is our predicament
    Hence forth negating the fact some words are case sensitive when read in sentences
    And butchered when said and the environment is listening
    A shot in the dark with verbal bullets leaves no witnesses
    A world where no one is rubbed the wrong way
    Because everyone has been the attacker or the victim
    So the entire society is frictionless

  • WRECKING BALL

    by ERIC

    Rooms littered with black and white,
    the ceiling discriminates the walls forcing them to see the ceiling as something to despise.
    The abuse on the foundation starts to become trite,
    Clichés jammed in the mailbox,
    the overly used expressions are to be shipped away, to be gotten rid of like a parasite,
    cancerous, but they still give insight of a haven that could be paradise
    if the civilization in this situation wasn’t given hammers to cause genocide.
    When fingers are pointed to the structure, the area without a wrecking ball is victimized.
    In a equation of thoughts, people forget to simplify to make everyone equal.
    When they identify a broken home,
    broken for a reason, it’s all are wrong so we can’t vilify.
    Racism of floor boards try to be washed, but the soap and water is filled with hype
    that energizes the lies.
    Of the fact that it does
    the house fluctuates and caves in all of sudden
    in a racial race worth running for the hope again even if it isn’t nudging.
    A tragedy occurs and the house sees its molded from the water it was always trudging,
    held in the basement the heart of the house the egg
    pushed through the fallopian only to breed bigotry and nothingness.