This is not the time to pretend and I’ve come to the conclusion that the world is squared. It’s only the reasonable explanation for cycles and trends with sharp edges that cut away at the freedom of it’s inhabitants. My God told me to mimic, mock and massacre my neighbors until I realized the real lies in my religion and turned off my television. I now use it to sit my books on and when jaded the remote controls are spaceships to remotes corners of my mind that the previous signals blocked. On my couch I remembered love and how draining it was. Spooked, We preyed on one another in the name of our holy ghost that haunted the hell out of us in a holy way and that god has no answers. So we rented instructional videos on how to properly behave in an improbable union! “by the way romantic comedies are really tragedies” we have only a few channels programmed by the programmers and brought to you by paradise the proud sponsor of the power of corruption. The bill has been paid just enjoy! Sit calm you pleasant peasants Demise is a delightful dish and These animals where put here to entertain us! They fear us missing their favorite shows for our ratings go up We are the once upon a times that defy it. Shooting stars that turned their aim on the canons in between their commercial breaks. vacant places hasn’t the mercy for full faces Brilliantly corrupt . The features of the dream accent the eye. Hereditary prisoners And we only have peace when we die. And I’ve been dead twice today (I get off on my resurrections) We are a weird origami. Ancient and cut down to be shaped by others. Carved into picture frames that house obedience. And gives way to mercies portal DECLINE OF THE DIASPORA We happened and there is nothing they can do about it We shall not be conquered by cowards constitution We are not a race For the finish line is a mirage All worlds combined in us We are Venus and mars Dust and stars Don’t allow their view to tell who you are Hand crafter memories. Eye have seen the armies of men created to tear away at the very fabric of civilized fantasy till I collapse their shall be no more tears for fears eye have seen the sun kiss mountains and realized how large I was (in my insignificance) And she said: before you can be faithful to your people you must be faithful to yourself The future is among us I persuaded tomorrow to be today. So I speak on behalf of my grandchildren who will carry within them the same message of life, liberty and love. Our rightful position sketched on the wings of doves (Straighten up and fly right) We were beautiful before the defined We need only “breath” to call on the divine End rhyme I am sent me Through similar similes of assimilated symmetry I leak the ink in me And hop out my penmanship To swim through the near sighted to remain focused We have been fooled by the peripheral Just within our reach are lands unnurtured by our hands From jakes to janjaweeds we suffer from the same plan From east st Louis to Sudan Hold your peace and release your tongues for this war is far from won Singular weapons And your voice be the one And for my next trick I’ll pull you out of a comfortable place Just beneath our luxury lie the face Of the forgotten And They prey not in the name of God but men But the god within commands a difference Privileged petitioners Prejudiced with good intentions The hour for turning away is well spent And I am obliged to remind us of our obligation Moonlit midnights And our stars are far from reach We have abandoned the sun And now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul should keep And if I die before they wake I pray the lord my words they take. TILL THE END