I'd bleed on a page But don't have a stage Trapped in this cage Filled with hidden rage Demons that aren't afraid of your sage
It's magical The opposite of practical I can't explain what it all means to me Everyday I almost feel like I wake up in a different reality
Thru the looking glass...
Reality shifts moment to moment... I swear I see something deeper beneath the surface... But can’t expose it.. So instead I hold it..
Democracy Is Dead
Democracy is dead... Masked and terminated with a bullet to the head.. Silenced by a label of disinformation while its lies we are fed
The windows open Truth in hand Truth is you wouldn't understand The sun's burning too bright Your eyes can't withstand the light
She doesn't want a simp..
She doesn’t want a simp She wants a beast Someone who will help her feast Someone who will conquer enemies Someone coveted like a lion or king
Reminiscing has me feeling weak The mask makes it hard to speak Being a man makes it hard to weep Memories make it hard to proceed
Why be a poet?
Why be a poet My skin isn’t of the raven So even with my best soliloquy I’ll never find safe haven I’ll never be invited to speak at an inauguration