Monday, April 27, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Freedom of the mind when will I ever?
I'm bound by the thought of never having freedom of the mind.
Late night thinking and staring at the ceiling waiting for someone to say
"You are finally free."
Nations say they are free but its limited
Never limitless.
Freedom of the mind when will I ever?
My brothers and sisters let us free each other of the pride&prejudice.
Late night thinking and staring at the ceiling waiting for someone to say
"You are finally free."
Nations say they are free but its limited
Never limitless.
Freedom of the mind when will I ever?
My brothers and sisters let us free each other of the pride&prejudice.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
HOVER PASSENGER
Don't you just hate it when you on the train and a person comes and stand right in front of you
They also look right at you, their silent way of telling you to get up
After school the people coming from work look at you and act tired
Come on I'm tired too. I will NOT give up my seat for a person that had a long day like me UNLESS you're pregnant or old. I said "pregnant" not "FAT".
"FAT" is the lady with the big belly falling over the pants and they appear "pregnant"
The Hover passenger hovers over you to look at the map, the picture behind your head
To get a closer look at you, taking a mental note that if they see you everyday they start thinking they know you
Next thing you know they're going to start waving at you
aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrg
Elders say not to talk to strangers
Hover passengers
I hate when they walk in the train and look at you
Silently telling you to get up....
They also look right at you, their silent way of telling you to get up
After school the people coming from work look at you and act tired
Come on I'm tired too. I will NOT give up my seat for a person that had a long day like me UNLESS you're pregnant or old. I said "pregnant" not "FAT".
"FAT" is the lady with the big belly falling over the pants and they appear "pregnant"
The Hover passenger hovers over you to look at the map, the picture behind your head
To get a closer look at you, taking a mental note that if they see you everyday they start thinking they know you
Next thing you know they're going to start waving at you
aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrg
Elders say not to talk to strangers
Hover passengers
I hate when they walk in the train and look at you
Silently telling you to get up....
HUFF&PUFF... BLOW
Imma blow this blow this blow this mother down
HUFF&PUFF
Blow and down you goooooooo.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Conformed or Trained
What I notice is that in our society some people are like dogs_ some are trained to think a certain way and some conform under the pressure of what society consider sociable
Us children of the future I believe are trained like we are dogs
But some of us children conform because we don't want to be trained
It's like the society controls our thinking because the society decides what they consider beautiful, fashionable, normal etc...
Think about it what is the definition of normal?
I don't believe that there are normal people in the world for every individual have a characteristic that is probably considered weird
We of the human kind are very unique
Certain cultures train their people or maybe they tried to rebel against the training that they simply conform to the ways of the society because they see that there is no way they can win
In a sense we are never free because we are slaves to the ways of society
I see how the people in my neighborhood
In them I see trained people
because the way they talk it's like somebody told them their lines
They're like characters in a book
Living their life to the script
You might think to yourself
well is she trained or did she conform?
I was trained then i realized that and change the way i think
Only to take certain things from my trained mind and dispose the rest in a place where it won't seep into anothers mind
to a corrupt a corrupted mind
Corrupted world, corrupted government, corrupted mind
You're either trained or forced to conformto this world's corrupted ways
We're sinking into a pit whose ending is death
When our time come then we are no longer falling into that pit
Trained or conform?
Either way you still fall under the pressure of society.
Us children of the future I believe are trained like we are dogs
But some of us children conform because we don't want to be trained
It's like the society controls our thinking because the society decides what they consider beautiful, fashionable, normal etc...
Think about it what is the definition of normal?
I don't believe that there are normal people in the world for every individual have a characteristic that is probably considered weird
We of the human kind are very unique
Certain cultures train their people or maybe they tried to rebel against the training that they simply conform to the ways of the society because they see that there is no way they can win
In a sense we are never free because we are slaves to the ways of society
I see how the people in my neighborhood
In them I see trained people
because the way they talk it's like somebody told them their lines
They're like characters in a book
Living their life to the script
You might think to yourself
well is she trained or did she conform?
I was trained then i realized that and change the way i think
Only to take certain things from my trained mind and dispose the rest in a place where it won't seep into anothers mind
to a corrupt a corrupted mind
Corrupted world, corrupted government, corrupted mind
You're either trained or forced to conformto this world's corrupted ways
We're sinking into a pit whose ending is death
When our time come then we are no longer falling into that pit
Trained or conform?
Either way you still fall under the pressure of society.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Dripping heart
My heart drip blue blood when it hit the ground it turns red due to the oxygen
I don't wanna turn back to the way i used to be
I cling to you like a baby to its mother
My heart drip cuz the blood is overflowing
I don't think i wanna ever let you go
Dripping heart I have
Its not sadness but happiness
That got me smiling till my cheeks hurt
I wanna say alot but its like the words are stuck on the tip of my fingers
Not wanting people to read my words to taste my thoughts
I must leave you with a cliffhanger.....
I don't wanna turn back to the way i used to be
I cling to you like a baby to its mother
My heart drip cuz the blood is overflowing
I don't think i wanna ever let you go
Dripping heart I have
Its not sadness but happiness
That got me smiling till my cheeks hurt
I wanna say alot but its like the words are stuck on the tip of my fingers
Not wanting people to read my words to taste my thoughts
I must leave you with a cliffhanger.....
Untitled ( Words for thought)
Its a mystery to live life like you do
to grip
but still slip
Drop on you face and when you get up you're still not new
With your act
next scene
Could have been
The greatest if you had change the script to make
Your act believable but now its too late
You have fallen in a lake
Leaving the cake
With the smiling faces, Bouncy children
If only you could go back then
You would have been able to make a difference
Scrub then rinse
The words that you swallowed to taste the thought
That you bought
From a fool on the market
While he was laying on the carpet
Though he never flew
You knew he blew
That pipe away to get so high
Only to never get to say goodbye
He went so high he got stuck on a thick cloud
Called his stupidity
He was so bound
By a city
Of Foolishness
He was bless
To never come back to a place where you live but can't call a home
to grip
but still slip
Drop on you face and when you get up you're still not new
With your act
next scene
Could have been
The greatest if you had change the script to make
Your act believable but now its too late
You have fallen in a lake
Leaving the cake
With the smiling faces, Bouncy children
If only you could go back then
You would have been able to make a difference
Scrub then rinse
The words that you swallowed to taste the thought
That you bought
From a fool on the market
While he was laying on the carpet
Though he never flew
You knew he blew
That pipe away to get so high
Only to never get to say goodbye
He went so high he got stuck on a thick cloud
Called his stupidity
He was so bound
By a city
Of Foolishness
He was bless
To never come back to a place where you live but can't call a home
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