The Proper Preparation for............

As Life delivers the next wipe-out,

I ready myself;  Feeling no strife.

"I Live"

Do not despair, just repair yourself.

Knowing not your own complications,

until the strength you do have, appears.

For in this thought, I deliver honesty.

"I'm able"

Pain will only plague you, if, you deny.

In it's stead, agony steps-up to remind,

of what is not but could never be.

"Just 'cause"

For a Million-Ten is not 1000 Years.

You've already been and I bid you you're due!

 A promise to self is bound by stealth.

 "Knowing,"

  is believing in myself.

~

The Truth Makes Me......Know that the Fight is Worth my Life

Cruelty towards another person is common place today.

Kindly verse to counter such twistedness is rare.

Seemingly, a person will throw not a defense,

but will be what they seem to be so naturally;

Repulsively rude.

I do look for each and every type of way to be towards this;

I trip upon my own sensitivity.

On this I must resist.

The injury of or damage to a like-minded Soul;

I guess I am just not whole.

However, the destruction of Innocence for Entertainment is more.

It becomes what I would call a Sadistic Roll.

Why destroy what does not hunt you?

Why tear down what is trying not to bind?

Why cover your controlling Mind,

with the fraudulent mix of what you sign?

Each One!

A Human Being; Has the ability to shine!

Honesty is,

a rare, unique, a special find.

Be the individual that is not blind.

Gain your sight through patience and by design.

Force not an opinion down one being or another.

The freedom of Belief is the Innocence of Life.

To refer, to show, such disgust towards belief of times,

when Civilizations have been lost,

due to murderous ways of the few.

Is a disappointment and should be the shame that is due. 

We have lost,

"The Incan, The Aztec, The Mayan."

As fear still inhabits man as we near the date predicted to be,

the end.

Murdered, burned out; Human Beings.

Left to rot from sickness,

which we brought.

Yet! We Fear what they held dear, their own "Spirituality."

Not matching our own destruction,

thus, this has become ours to own,

and slavery seems our zone.

Now down to the bone ~ 2012,

has a war of it's own.

A marked day, a given month, 

to recover what has roamed.

To near the calendar-less claims,

the Timeless Tells of Centuries past.

I am not shocked at the speed of which Humanity searches for relief,

of the guilt, of the wipe-out, of what really may have just been: Choice.

The Secret of the Universe!

Choice

~

"The Horse is Dead-Dismount!"

"Indeed.  Dismount.  Time for a burial and a nice graveside ceremony.  Shoot a few rounds of blanks into the sky;  Shout a couple of Hallelujahs and 'Blessed Be's;'  Offer a burnt sacrifice by way of dried narcissus and dehydrated garlic, but grieve it ~ and leave it."

Author Unknown

Inside of the insidious thought lies in residence and in pensive detail a Mind.  A Mind of the trapped kind.  Not by what is, but, rather by what was.  It is the history we store for reasons unknown, that seems to create the future in which we will one day inevitably end-up living our lives.  In this life of gracious acceptance of our past as our instructive merit to "Duty and Honor," we may find that our voids will be filled, our wants become null and our needs recognized as extras afforded to us by the design of Nature in her wonderment.

The ability of what is unknown becoming known to us, is as adventure of the thrill-seeking individual.  Understanding that one hand within the other, brings us to the heights of "Why" we begin a Journey or seek to go on a Quest is imperative to such an idea.  This must be a category unto its own.

Believing that we are each here for a specific purpose, then I believe that birth delivered with us "Innocence."  With such gifts, much like this one, which were bestowed upon us at our deliverance into this World, we are capable of breathing in the Heir of Life-Itself, in order to enhance our time while under Mother Nature's watch.

The Big Bang Created Me

Delivered into the mouth of an Ancient Dragon.

This is what I know to be,

this is "Me."

Always was, and, always will be.

I am only a child in a World not known,

a World lost to all who knew of such things.

My Father created Me!

He called upon his father's father,

and father's father.

He called upon an ancient line of ancestors,

a linear view of what he knew.

And thus, he broke the rules.

For in his death, he gave me life,

and, death is what I know life to be.

Do Not Speak!

To utter even one word may cause a person to smash your World.

A small and fragile state.

My Mind is a sensitive kind.

Never telling in full report,

the details of what haunts my Port.

Each and every word,

pours upon my wounds; It hurts.

I feel left inside a Storm.

Thrown the occasional Sail; It's torn.

One day I will sew my mend,

and understand that I can,

start again.

With my eyes I will shout my lore.

I cannot find, but cease my more.

Healing me,

while staying safe,

from those Nightmares that you state.

Intellectual Heir Of Mind

To be privy to what has passed,

is the simplicity of birth itself.

Turning from what is brought with you,

complicates this type of view.

The moment that reality bites upon your life,

shock occurs.

The further from this belief,

becomes what is not innocent relief.

Stalemate is nothing more,

than denial of what is.

Practicality and Reason can be,

more than what is actually seen.

Popularity often bleeds unnaturally,

the need or want to glean!!

I'm not afraid!

"Not Afraid"

[Chorus:]
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

[Intro (during Chorus):]
Yeah, it's been a ride
I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one
Now some of you, might still be in that place
If you're trying to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there

You could try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin mayhem
When I say I'ma do somethin I do it,
I don't give a damn what you think,
I'm doin this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearin down your balcony
No if ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album
he's still shittin, whether he's on salary paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge
to pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe

[Chorus]

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that
Fuck your feelings, instead of gettin crowned you're gettin capped
And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was ehhh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain't goin back to that now
All I'm tryin to say is get back, click-clack, blaow
Cause I ain't playin around
It's a game called circle and I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down
But I think I'm still tryin to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fuckin black cloud
still follows, me around but it's time to exorcise these demons
These motherfuckers are doin jumpin jacks now!

[Chorus]

And I just can't keep living this way
So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage
I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons
I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now! (now)

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
for you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through
And don't even realize what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
my world, haters can make like bees with no stingers
and drop dead, no more beef flingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
to focus solely on handlin my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters
and raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!
Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I'm raising the bar
I'd shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazin at stars
I feel amazing and I'm

[Chorus]