Flashy words make the world turn but, it don't turn right ( Say What? ) I said, flashy words make the world turn but, it don't turn right ( Say What? )

So I use these real eyes, to realize, the real lies being spoken but not heard cause we are more fascinated by that which is fabricated

the iconoclastic tacklers tactician aim tongues spits truth, words like wrecking balls bounce off brains cuz nobody likes to here whats going on these days. It's like the truth hurts.

And we've been lied to by a bunch of hollowed minds living on borrowed times and nobody likes to hear that and nobody likes to say it either. Cuz lazy angels never carry their wings and wingless words do nothing but keep us down. So this New York poet yells: There Is No Satisfaction in knowing that your life is one of the saddest fictions ever written.

So take your not so satisfactory life back to the sadness factory to be reworked and to be rewritten and to be reconfigured to live right... open your brain, let your heart go. the real you has been locked within your ribcage for too long. stop trying to hold on to then cuz thats why its all started.
and about that same time he forgot fun, she lost hope and now We can't find anything.

I swear to God that if I could swear to God Id ask her What The Fuck Was She Thinking when She gave us free will cuz we done fucked things up. kids dont play and God dont pray cause its out of our hands now...

see i rewritten the bible after getting over the primal rage of finding my name disguised within the bibles page and

People try to disect my destiny but they'll find that words somehow make the World turn but It really doesnt turn right.

And suddenly the world stops spinning cuz words werent good enough

So I tell you a blind man once told me the true meaning of love at first sight so I closed my eyes and I recited this poem to an audience of one and found total gratification in my own undivided attention. When I opened my eyes I found my self standing before a mirror,

staring into the eyes of an invisible man Until my pupils became pupils and I could teach myself to live a better life.

Words. From a piece of mind Brings peace of mind, all I gotta to do is give a piece of mine?

Or in other words, Piece together the pieces In me To create peace within me but, shit they are all pieces, pieces to a puzzle which when its put together is me.

So let me tell you something: Dont ever do anything you're not supposed to. And speak only when spoken to. And dont speak unless you mean. Cause a good man is hard to find And a hard man is good to find And

Im half the man I used to be And one fourth the person I should be or could be Cause I sacrificed freeDOM for stardom after being fucked out of my freedom without a condom Now how dumb was I?

Words. break these words down to the syllables they are, of the silly bulls they represent and what do i represent? well its hard to say when my rep presents the fact that i have to question myself.
or each time that question re-presents itself. I can. Therefore I am. and Sticks and Stones may break your bones But Words will always teach you.

pleasure turns to the pain
lessons learned from the strain

questions burned in my brain
about whether love is humane.
in its touch

these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit

fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions..

chaotic because the anchor of Erros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation

separation not as simple as the distance between us

my mind no longer possessed by demons that have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies

the seeds of these lies rooted so deeply
they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared. allowing the faith in us i had sealed inside to gush out like a river ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts. as violently and as brutally as if it were a child
being taken from its mothers arms

im left surrounded in darkness
but i refuse to be swallowed by it
my lonliness like the night air
invisible to the eye. obvious to the touch
it is cold uncomfortableness
yet if i could do it all over again
id do it in the same skin im in
to lay down and let love die
just stay down and let love lie?

no, no..not i
id stay around and let love fly
even though i have seen its darkest form

deceit

nothing else could taste this warm
or feel this sweet...

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.