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  • kaosthekre8tor 48w

    Void

    I let slip my desires, as I am no longer able to endure the sting of not embracing them.
    No longer shall I tire from chasing them. No longer will I thirst for tasting them.
    The scars of rejections whip have hardened me. No longer do I need to hold emotion at bay.
    I am bereft of emotion. Feelings are phantoms. To their will I no longer bend. I am void, of me, they hold no sway.
    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 48w

    Outcry

    Reflections reveal deep parallel rivers, shallow in perceived depth.
    And though in darkness no slumber has been slept.
     
    Pain stings and persist, and though Death sings, Life insists.
    Each night consist of eyes open and rivers never desist.
     
    Gardens of serpents with one apple on the tree.
    It ends as it began… At least it does to me.
    Day one or 100, nothing changes; normalcy, sameness, monotony.
     
    Pain and I are friends now. The best of; if truth be told.
    I need to feel something, so, with a tight grip, her hand I hold.
     
    Reflections reveal deep parallel rivers, their depths, to well explored.
    I’ll hold tight to the hand of my friend. She and I are of one accord.
    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 171w

    Black Lives Matter

    How about that? Another black man just died. Another cop inflicted homicide. And even though he was another with his hands up, when it comes to police policing measures congress keeps their hands at their side. "Black lives matter" we decide but none can provide a way to stem the tide of crimson tears from ebony eyes. But why do we expect ebony heart beats to matter to blue shields or alabaster halls when onyx on mahogany violence won't even stall. I'm not giving them an excuse I'm just saying y'all. It should be common sense but common sense is not all that common. Like Common Sense before and after he dropped the sense. I guess that's why he just calls himself Common, since sense ain't that. He and Legend calling for the glory that a true legend made his story to remain present so it won't just be history or even just His Story. It should be a story of we. Yeah, you, me, he, she, them, they, to continue to live in our kid's, kid's, kids day. God's Love Overrides Racism Yes. Give Life Or Reap Yours. Good Lord, Order Reality thru the Youth. Glory, Glory, Glory! I have to make sure they each get one. That's the Father, the Holy Ghost and the Son.

    I was born a walking dead man with a guarantee of eternal rest so as long as I'm here I will stand until that promise is kept. Step by ordered step we should all march to justice's drum. We know it's not free but enough blood has been paid so we deserve freedom. Freedom from injustice. Freedom from death instead of being arrested. Our patience has steadily been tested and believe me, you don't want to see us truly fail. When we feel like we have nothing to lose rationality seems extremely pale. I am not an advocate for violence but neither am I it’s stranger. So believe me when I tell you, you are living in the shadow of danger. You've graduated us from the mind state that being black equals unfair treatment to being black equals being killed and you can't understand our anger? When we stand up and say our lives matter you try to label us as terrorist and you can't understand why we raise our fist? Dismissed! Labeled anarchists! Marginalized! Straight out ostracized. That was your answer when we stood across our own divides. But when we start to organize I see your fear. My people, pay attention, they are telling you they are scared you just have to read between the lines and hear. You don't attack what is not a threat. They don't want us to recognize that I bet. That is why they let riots run but put protests under the gun. That is why they will let you loot but if you assemble they will shoot. They are afraid when they see us start to tap into our power. In their words you can see them cower. We need to embody Martin's dream. Operate with Malcolm’s passion. Hold tight to Louis's resolve. But N.W.A's attitude needs to be a part of it all.

    If we allow injustice to stand for one then we are all headed for disaster. So I stand tall, head high, strength within each eye and say BLACK LIVES MATTER!

    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 172w

    When Roses Die

    While phantoms of the past fill my mind causing me to smile, mournful tears fall all the while.
    Each tear is a memory to be relived only in my heart. Each sob is a pain that stems from being apart.
    As these ghosts of joyous thoughts widen the rivers from my eyes, I am haunted by apparitions of a happier time.
    Sitting here smiling and reminiscing while my eyes cry. This is what happens when roses die.
    The brightest days turn to the darkest nights. Barren deserts replace what use to be a flourishing life.
    Pain steals every bit of joy from your heart. No longer knowing what it is to play your part.
    Crying openly with no end in sight, you hold on to your last bit of strength with all your might.
    Doing every thing you can to keep your head to the sky. This is what happens when roses die.
    Clinging to joy while pain surrounds your heart, longing for the time when your joy did start.
    Watching the leaves on the tree of life, change from green to yellow to red. Chasing away horrible thoughts from your head.
    Sleep is no longer a safe heaven from the touch of pain, the love of family barley able to keep you sane.
    Brightness and joy no longer reside in your eyes. You find that your faith is in short supply.
    Your soul or your dreams find it hard to fly. This is what happens when roses die.


    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 172w

    Storm

    I sit under a sky, dim, purple and gray. The lack of light betrays the day.
    Drop after drop drips from my forehead as my head hangs down. I wonder how many tears mixed with the water at my feet would be found?
    Sound is nonexistent but a crack in the darkness tells me that the sky is about to speak. I don’t want to hear it. Its waters are all I seek.
    They conceal what is real better than I can today. My mask is cracked and I needed a chance to put it away.
    But the sky knows better because as it shouts, I scream. The sky agrees with my proposal to continue to hide so it seems
    Not sure when it happened but I find my head now raised. Begging the sky to wash away the building rage.
    In unison, we scream again. Another release of what we cannot contain. The sky again masking audible pain.
    Rain still falling, tears flow freely because now they have friends. I know this rain will stop. But will this hurt ever end?

    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 173w

    Transition

    Signs of proof of God fade as the light gives way to the night. All that was good no longer matters as the paintings of smiles shatter. The darkness that is pain has set in and brought belief, happiness and sanity to an end. Faith no longer residing in what is above, I turn to other means and things for love. What is sought still not found, I have found comfort in falling down. No longer giving a damn what it is that I am. No longer am I a man, I have become a slave to pain. My brain stuck in a perpetual state of stupidity, thinking of no one save me. I no longer have anything for which I stand. I have become the anti-MAN.

    Tears no longer fall from my eyes but from a bottle. The depravity of Gomorra has become what my life is a model. No longer caring to find a way out or caring what life is about. I have become complacent to living adjacent to death. But still too afraid to put my own life to rest. The icy hand of rejection comforts me as I slap the faces of would be friends impulsively.

    While in a state of foreign substance lucidity I start to converse with the former me. Not wanting to hear what I have to say I try to walk away. Confronted from every angle by my words, my current life is revealed for what it truly is; absurd. Tears retuning to my eyes I openly start to cry. The former me steps inside and takes his rightful place, I find that I am wrapped in the feeling of disgrace. Again asking myself the question why, I lift my head to the star packed sky. Signs of proof now returned, knowing I have partaken in a lesson learned. My faith now back to where it belongs, I no longer find comfort in what is wrong. I have rediscovered the things for which I stand; I again understand that my life’s possibilities are held solely in my hands.

    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 174w

    Random

    Thought is an ocean. Emotion is the current. And I'm still learning to swim.

    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 174w

    Void

    I let slip my desires, as I am no longer able to endure the sting of not embracing them.
    No longer shall I tire from chasing them. No longer will I thirst for tasting them.
    The scars of rejections whip have hardened me. No longer do I need to hold emotion at bay.
    I am bereft of emotion. Feelings are phantoms. To their will I no longer bend. I am void. Of me, they hold no sway.

    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 174w

    What???

    Standing in my chair…
    Can’t hear; to much silence…
    So much light… Why is it so dark???
    I am perfectly safe… Somebody help me…
    Nothings happening… Make it stop!!!
    Make it stop… Make it stop…

    ©kaosthekre8tor

  • kaosthekre8tor 174w

    What???

    Standing in my chair…
    Can’t hear; to much silence…
    So much light… Why is it so dark???
    I am perfectly safe… Somebody help me…
    Nothings happening… Make it stop!!!
    Make it stop… Make it stop...


    ©kaosthekre8tor