Back with it

Lust trapped, it is trying to break free, how can I see, when I wilfully wear the blindfold, I walked myself into the hole, forced to be fed, forced to bed, forced to beg, like poisonous butter we spread, information, info nation, politicians and corporations working incognito, controlling metallic minds like magneto, the centre of ego, their eyes hovering over the skies, it rains, it pours, the poor is not hard to ignore, when they are at your door, at your work, in the store, everyone is slaved, brave and living, lost but still driven, chasing a piece of paper that is worthless, when the true wealth is finding your purpose, a debt full of lies, facebook and gmail spies, one man standing against an enterprise, don't be surprised, when the 9 to 5 becomes 9 to 6, then 7, then 8, awake but still asleep, chained by material things, fake images created by fake people, ignorance is the father, and hate is the disciple, tunnel vision, a symptom

Speak no evil

I dare speak no evil, for I dare not stray of the path, charts and graphs, all useless when life smacks you with a slap, and wakes you up from the sleep, to only figure out you were in chains and cuffs, prisoner in your own dream, promises and lies all smokes and bluffs, when ignorance breeds in men's hearts, when the light slowly fades and departs, like the sunset, the darkness arrives and replaces the eternal light, I pave the ground with scriptures, lessons, pages of great past sages, quotes, documentaries, rosaries on my neck, dreadlocks on my head, a halo hanging, ancient wisdom in hidden libraries worth finding, their propaganda is blinding, but I continue writing, regardless if the viewer is not in tuned, the halo above me slowly blooms, sitting on the blades of grass admiring the moon, sitting very still, I await the light

When I speak evil

When I speak evil, fluidity seems to leave me, speech turns course, perception is surrounded by rigidity, words fall unto the corpse, like the grave need the shovel, the dirt falls on the casket, we've all eaten from the forbidden basket, taste of fresh apples, as you chew and swallow, the juices sour, the skin turns to dust,

When I speak evil, the day turns to night, the light leaves me, leaves me blind, wandering the street of life, a bystander standing blindly at the world from a tv screen, evil at the tip of the tongue, hanging like black crow on a scarecrow, when my perception narrows, lust soon follows, then anger enters, bewildered in the wilderness, lost amongst the blind and the deaf, where logic is no longer a precept,

When I speak of evil, the words turn cold, like winter, like old food molding, stinking, infesting, emotions are like gasoline, it takes one word to lite the spark, then a wild fire, they say scabs are our insecurities, when we are touched, we feel pain, living diseased, not knowing every action is done in vain, insecurities covered by money, cars, cell phones and clothes, what a joke

So I refrain to speak of evil, so I explain to myself that sex is not love, intelligence is the path of reverence, wisdom is the key element lacking, like biking with no helmet, so I try not to speak evil, but pardon me, forgive the student, see my prudence, behind the skin, the essence of human being