You Can't Hug A Child With Nuclear Arms

It's funny what the human mind can conceive

Debates have passed through the annals of time

Going back and forth on what they believe

Such is the difference when one tries to conceive

How the world's nations can wage wars and then place their enemies on trial for war crimes

The result of a Pandora’s Box opened before way our time

“Fat Man” and “Little Boy” leveled Hiroshima and Nagasaki

We’ve all been suffering from the fallout for a very long time

Leaders sat in front of the cameras and talked peace for TV

But as usual nothing is achieved

The mindset that creates can destroy a man in his prime

You can ask yourself is there anything of social value that can be retrieved?

The answer isn't in the satirical rhetoric usually found on 20/20 and Nightline

U.S. foreign policy is leaving our parents to grieve

A subway in London is bombed on 7/7

And attacks here on 9/11 in Manhattan, Pennsylvania and DC

Resulted in many dead and the World Trade Center reduced to debris

The Bush Administration has supposedly been after “those responsible”, but they’re taking their time

Hunting down the deck one card at a time

Abu Ghraib proved how human torture seems to come with ease

When provided the opportunity… I mean it doesn’t take a degree

Now how do groups like the Bilderbergers, which consists of the world's elite

Plan the New World Order before our very eyes even though they meet in secrecy?

There are those who seek to shed some light, sometimes putting their lives on the line

Just to have their truth reduced to common conspiracy

The Council on Foreign Relations and the Trilateral Commission has a membership that spans American history

Everyone from delegates and heads of state to almost our entire presidency

Clandestinely working to undermine the very fabric of our society

To institute a socialist society is the goal of the Illuminati

Congress passing laws that allow them to invade our privacy

Yet will arrest you for downloading free music and call it software piracy

Bankrolling conflicts just for the sake of profiting

Gaining control of countries monetarily

World domination by any means so it seems like it’s just a matter of time

Before those bombs go off and the world we know exists to be

And when the smoke finally clears… we will see that we were never really free

S dot dot dot

If only she knew of the words I've been writing
It wouldn't be reciting
it'd be word fighting
As I wish that all can hear me from this stage and
my rage would be felt from the words off this page
My stomach churns and anxiety would stop fighting the urge to appear normal
The only thing normal is the fact that i'm human
and you can't live with certain things in life, so you try hard to kill em
you can't deal with things in life, so I'll stop dealing
rather have a possessing feeling overwhelm me from floor to ceiling and
i can't keep reeling in my soft rationale to understand that the actions now are
subliminal strikes back,
yeah I'd write that
cuz i likes that
yet HATE this, i'm not complacent and maybe I should just listen to her advice
or maybe I should just get a move on with my life
whatever decision it's thin like a knife...
I sigh heavy and black smoke exits my mouth
trying to figure this heavy shit out, leave that light shit for another poem
60 minutes on a phone, no where far did I roam, I just wanted to be back home
back to the usual
back to the norm
but its far from existence
maybe with persistence it can survive
with all this resistance I think it'll just die
why?
WHY
Why the hell do things do what they do
People say the shit like this exists in movies
no it happens in life, "my best friend girl" is just funny
"The break up" is meant to make you laugh
the shit aint funny in real life, it's Karma's wrath
math and science have no compliance,
no formulas
no critical thinking
no scientific method for structured understanding

all you can take from it is...
Its happening.
you ask "why"
pain won't subside for weeks and even months
Your voice is muted for needs and even wants
So, prayer
and time and maybe I can find a peace of mind
but I doubt it
someone will be rejected (him)
right now my judgment is clouded
Just glad i can find refuge in words
solace in silence and now I know why the rain falls...

30/30 *sorry it's late... I wrote it ont he 29th... just forgot to post**

Yo!
Stop tryin' to save the world with ya f@%#& pen!!
Ink doesn't stop bullets!
thoughts don't clog needles

...A voice of the people?
you mean the same people you drive by on Chase or Biddle?
the housing projects, broken swings in the middle
The people who grind and toil
mouths dry as sun soaked soil from the lack of ambition
the distasteful fluid of defeat overwhelms saliva glands
you say you're their "mans"
when open hands and closed fist transactions are shamefully gazed upon
this is what their day is based upon
their Sparta
true life brave hearts
pump the same fluid as past slave's hearts

misguided and lead astray
show me the day your pen becomes a staff and you lead paths from dismay to paradise
parting red seas of blood from undeserving individuals

Messenger?
writer?
Poet?
spoken artists meant to diffuse the delusional truth
and your F$%#& pen!


I delegate for no man, woman, or child
streets are wild
but while my eyes are open
soaking in the juice of sin
I do speak thru my pen
and begin to lift lives thru my lines
between or inside
because just as stray bullets can end a life
my stray thoughts can change one
and one aftr another makes some
and by the time I'm done I'll have a few
several by my side to do what I do
words by way of ink CAN jam a glock
or break plungers inside of needles,
rather break away users from needles so they don't plunge them in their skin
I am but a voice
here by choice to change and amend
disrupt daily drills by pen
yes I can reach the souls of men
or I can't
I am as conscious about the struggle as the next man enduring it
I am as hungry for success as the person beside me pursuing it

Get off my pen.

29/30

Did I take this too literal?
Has literacy affected me, I mean infected me
I've detected the need to write
This unusual addiction to place inscriptions on blank slates
for about thirty days I have blessed page after page
and if words could tell my years in age
I would no longer be twenty three
i'd be in my forties, pouring the essence of wisdom from mind to matter
using my daily experiences as fuel to sharpen your image
my timeless observations would hold the potency of aged liquor
as it falls of my breath hovering over my ankles
It looks as if I can walk on clouds, as my thoughts create my mystique
my unique appearance
slumped on one side, hair carrying the scent of fallen gods
my words would leave totem poles etched
as phrases spiral to the heavens each word squaring its meaning after the next
I'd be the finer type of poet
old school and classy...yet mind revolving around modern issues
I'm the underground lariat
the social male spinster
The local washed up hero saving words for rainy days
scripting life on his daily page
30 days aged me twenty years

28/30

I got a couple of real poems for you
a couple chill poems for you
a couple I gotta tell you how i feel poems for you
But still, want I want to do
is reach to you
I have a seat for you,
See for you
all you read is a pattern of words
often discerned and learned
sometimes omitted or rejected
I've kept it cordial
a gentleman on task
recruiting poetry as an ally
Going hard side by side with words on my shoulder
as we charge the enemy and see whats over
the hill,
then the fields are tattooed with patrons
hatin and blamin'
this melee
an obstruction of just this
my justice to discuss this
and that being whatever I've conjugated at 5:43 PM
That time

27/30

...and like all tired, old and beautiful things...
she is subject to my boredom
for it is not her that has sanctioned my dissolved interest but rather the idea of her lasting

You see I've been bored with the thought
not the action
In fact, then I was more satisfied with what I fantasized
now I'm content with what I'm with
and soon I'm be done cause it's come and gone
The elasticity has been overstretched
The velcro on love no longer can mesh
demagnetization
no more polarization
the stagnation has reached stank
and I thank God for words to release
so I can cease the jumbled thoughts and reiterate what I've written to conjugate
You've been able to see me demonstrate my lack of interest
but I give this no affirmation of conduct
I need a confirmation
So I stare into you're eyes
and plainly state
We aren't here
we never made it there
and this is going no where