Wrong By Choice

Never changing changes that stop reluctantly without proper progression. Progression necessary for growth, necessary for life. Deep breaths inhaling lessons inevitable to any other. Without being lost, how will we know we are at fault?


How can we not realize we are all but nothing in a world full of everything we had no inspiration on? As nature naturally stays the same, it is unaware of our precious existence. Although we alter  it's path we are unable to recognize the universe as a place we will never reach. As we are viewed as specs, we claim to be bigger than anything, even though we look up and everything is looking down on us,  instead.


As individual attitudes contribute to disaster, it's always someone elses fault, never our own although we breathe it's air and consume it's goods.


We wake daily without thanking the days for being present when we wake. As the narcissist view is embedded in our mindless minds, we misinterpret the real, the realistic. Selfish presentation of something we could not create without its everlasting ability to maintain.


A danger to those yet we don't feel their struggle. We witness what we want, care for what we need, never caring or helping for what they might need.


The Ultimate Consumer.


Even I contribute to the criminal un-criminalized way of life. We can see those who starve yet we don't feed them. We have all stated "it is not our problem." Animals roam in herds we roam alone. Then question why Segregation and the Holocaust occur. We all contribute to the destruction of life because the life we live is structured whether our mindless minds believe it to be. We are never free.


How can we help those we cannot touch, see? We seek fulfillment in ourselves (the things we want) not realizing we are all criminals because we are capable to promote change yet we don't because _____________?


Because we as individuals choose not to.

Female Hoes: Our Sexest Society

Explicitly promoted to be as such. As beauty controls the eye, the mind looses it's focus, it's decision to appreciate the intelligence of a woman and not how big her breast or butt is, is ceased. Without attempt we are placed in categories that we have agreed upon. No longer home bound house wives, we are street running hoes who use the power of the pussy to reach false success. We are aware of our power yet we abuse it's strength. A short skirt and a low cut dress, accepted by some and disgraced by others. Using a body, a temple for un-loving pleasure to gain access to a party that will end in an hour or two. Wearing little to nothing for something so simple as a look. We have all engaged ourselves as such, yet we all complain that we live in a sexest society. We are the sexest society. We use sex to create our own society. Showing the world all that God has blessed us with is an everyday attempt to self fulfill off of sexual desires. We give in because we choose to, it's what we're told to do, yet we do it cause we are all mentally impaired. False, we do it cause we can. As we know the power of the pussy, the power is also aware of us. Without hesitation the natural need for attention strengthens the use of our assets. We are women, we are sex. We are sex because we let ourselves and our fellow females become as such.

AIDS: Burning to Death

Trapped with despair. Pain of consistant hurt traveling at speeds more rapid as generations decrease along with their intelligence. As this thing dances in the veins of the innocent, those who are not innocent also contribute to it's rein.

Its history gradually disappears as more and more of us are exposed. The silent killer it might be, but whose pulling the trigger? We are unprepared for this thing that changed history, changed the concept of freedom.

Without a simple harmless symptom, it creeps its way into your world usually by consent. NO CONDOM.
Without probablity we continue to add to its army. An army fighting to live while realistically fighting just not to die, literally.

Years, billions spent on research yet nothing. As needles release and rush in arms, this thing, this eutopia you feel for a minute turns into a life side by side with hell. This thing marks its gravestones by color. By killing millions, infecting millions of those who are clolored. ACKWARD.

Without disctinction, how could this thing primarily target with direction? Indesgretion, false allegations and pretentions of its making, yet those who did generate it, take it, make it, release it, help it. Without any realization, this thing has a set direction. Pay attention, look at the next generation.

AIDS the ulimate creation.

Misleading: The Sexual Drunk Perception, Usually in the Club

Standing in front of that mirror with admiring eyes following my hips, I'm it. Sexually appealing to both sexes, glances from near, far, trace my figure with undiscovered, wondering desires. Intrigued by my complete seduction, my complete physical appearance. Licking my lips and gyrating my waist I'm aware of the secretive whispers these men speak. I'm always aware. As I stare at myself in this mirror, in this club, I understand why they wish to pursue all what's between my legs. From the way my hair bounces to the beat gently tapping my shoulder. From the way my eyes slant once the liquor touches my lips. From the radiance of my caramel complexion and how my oh so perfect ass pokes from the crevasses of my tights and how how those cherry red pumps stack all that up to perfection. As those eyes guide my body the sexual tension I receive is compared to no other in the room. As females lift their noses and curve the sides of their lips, I smirk. Without effort, I demand. Demand attention they only dream of. Adjusting my stance, the person in the mirror is looking back at me as I'm at her. With as much admiration as theirs, that girl in the mirror now reminds me that I'm only admired by objection. I am an object in those eyes that guide my movement. Without proper realization I fall for those glances. Caught off guard because I was only what they saw, never realizing that beauty is only skin deep.

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The Inspired Purpose

With inspiration so far from my reach, I'm trying to figure out why it is no longer in my path. Why am I now where I once was? As the world continues to spin I'm stuck, cemented in non-existing yet everlasting reality. How did I get to this point? A point where only those who love me can help me realize and correct my mistakes. Although I'm aware of the mistakes I've made, this numb unemotional attachment continues. I have made those mistakes irrelevant yet okay. Now I must realize I can no longer hide behind all that I find. Now I must buckle down and capture my purpose before my purpose gives up on me. The only thing I have in this world is my purpose. Never abuse your purpose. Dream dreams that exist in your everyday actions. I let go of my purpose because I was looking for a certain type of fulfilment, one that only lasted momentarily knowing  moments don't last forever, yet what does?


Mentally I am aware, but mentally I hide, hide and hide never reaching the light because I feel as though the light has dimmed itself on me, leaving me alone in darkness after all the light I've shined on others.
When you spend years doing right and it's never appreciated,  a list of wrong doings create an imagination of perfectly right outcomes. This is where I lost my purpose : Using the wrong organs to gain love is wrong yet at those moments they feel so right. Never realizing the cycle of pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. I'm trapped consciously yet subconsciously oblivious to my mistakes because in those moments of pain any type of pleasure is accepted. But whose doing the accepting, rejecting? Realistically I'm inflicting my own pain and seeking pleasure from others who realistically are pleasuring themselves. Although these outer body experiences seem unreal, I still force them to be a part of my relevance. Making them seem as if I need them. Wronged once again and not by those but myself.


 Inspiration comes from the last place you left off. As that last place killed me internally, everything that was morally wrong felt right. One of  the greatest achievements is knowing at least one person in this world loves you enough to tell you the actual truth. From that point until now, my mind has been clouded with fear and pain. A pain that has ripped through me like the Grim Reaper, taking everything I've worked so hard for. Going backwards in a foreword motion is just the same as moving in the same spot headed no where. If I continue this way doing these unspeakable things, I'll be, end up no where. As these tears trickle down my face an impact finally occurs. I have the power to change, not for anyone else but myself. The inspired inspire. Now I have no other option than those I have presented to myself. I'm at the bottom so up is my only option, my only way in a world where my purpose is not too far away.

Confusingly Straight Forward

Imaginations of false destinations suspend without support. Destinations that are made to make the believer's make believe. As we are all separated by birth we are all fighting wars for unforgiven past mistakes. Mistakes that were destined. How can we approach The Man with what we know? We Know nothing. Everyone of us tell a story like no other and each story concludes alone. Although relationships approach we are still required to be individuals. Why are people so against themselves as if shame is the way to be? As if a gift of difference disappoints. Without fear we will enable ourselves to fail. We are the controllers yet batteries don't last so long. Deliberating opportunities that approach constantly confused, working to find the answer to why is it so hard.? Without understanding anything I understand everything. Hoping to find deserved freedom of mental enslavement then mental rearrangement.

Love At It's Worst: The Aftermath

Dreading most moments hoping to never be trapped like I once was. Although this feeling is dearly missed, I still don't know what it's like to love again. Hurt by someone, I knew yet someone I didn't, me. Sleepless nights, bloody noses and uninviting sex was what it was like. Months later the emotional baggage has hidden deep, so deep, buried. Wanting his touch, feeling his once oh so special love is all but a dream in a world where dreams never come true. As unanswered questions of brutal hurt wake me, keep me, forsake me. Love is the deadliest gift of them all. Starring at empty skies trying to find fulfillment is a constant dead end routine. Hoping one day this pain will give me freedom, freedom I deserve. To be drained by a hurt heart is almost as worst as being paralyzed. Sometimes, If it is not obvious the hurt, hurt, but then again its obvious the hurt, hurt. Blaming him for things I control are hurt, hurt I didn't deserve, yet hurt he felt I did.

Wishing, Wished, Dreamt, Achieved, Lost, Dead, Oblivious. As love stretches to lands far from hear, arms have yet reached mine. They once were wrapped around my soul now they are no longer in reach. We got in to deep. Hoping, lasting again wishing. Extended prayers send whispers of defeat from my lips hoping my seldom innocent words reach the heavens to as for forgiveness. Trying and hoping those limbs return. Others have attempted yet my firery, dead, dried out emotional doubt pushes untruth worth. Who are these people who seek me? Where do I go, who are these people who seek my body for pleasure and my lips to do as such? As my back touches cold sheets and he lays on top of me, his face appears never leaving my sight always crossing my mind, I'm dying inside, Lying inside.

Unanswered Questions

I have no idea what I'm doing. I ask myself questions I know the answers to yet those unanswered questions become oblivious. How can I attach all that I think I know to all that is real? What's real? Why is life full on un-guaranteed guarantees? Is it possible to trace back all that exist today? Why are the obvious confined behind what we think is real? Does the news speak the truth?, are the educational tactics chosen more correct or why is race still an issue if religion is the main cause of war? How can we be so consumed in nothing yet unconsumed by everything. The passageways are closed because we are taught that they are closed. Who do we believe if the unbelievable is belief? When does it end, when did it start? I'm not sure it makes sense to the mind of a determined kind. To create unsettling (false, implausible, shaky) ideas and to combine these ideas with realistic value (media, money, control, power) , it starts to make perfect sense. These words are written out of fear. A fear that destined eyes will never meet their destiny because of God knows what. What holds us back from liberation and mental freedom, ourselves. For example, why are black rappers and athletes praised in black communities, while CEO's, doctor's, Lawyer's, and entrepreneur's praised in white communities? Most people don't take the time to take time? Time is the only thing that truly exist. It is the only thing that can never be altered. It is our friend and our worst enemy. Time has no relevance because time can never stop nor wait for us to catch up.