Monsters

Monsters

He's called upon us, the golden haired demon...soul farmer
Cold souls at each gate guide us
These marionettes with no wires,
no Geppetto to these growing nose liars.
No disconnect to these cables, no needle nose pliers
Planes go higher as the terrain below us grows darker and farther
Psychosis imprisons some, subliminal mandates flow from mouths harder and louder.
Pressure builds and I erupt with no shyness
Just blindness,
the gas smoke and smog of hateful words choking me and shake me as I maintain grounded.
Lupe Words I Never Said plays loud in the background with a message of kindness
Clarity, reality and Peace and non violence is always a better option that looting or Silence.

While we navigate the maze that minds us...we continue to subtract and minus
Words react to the craft and impact , peacefully we detach the energy packs off the backs of those who got influenced by those softer than pudding packs, willing to watch the next man get "whacked" while you sit back and point as straight as wooden slats, not knowing that history gives ALL lessons in moral and versatile verbal bitch slaps , that turn heads as easy as we turn around snap backs...


BUT JUST SIT BACK.... no no no, not this cat, I profess in words and the keyboards click clack, instead of damaging foes with projectiles that can leave an ill effect on my respect
That is why on this day and every I chose to genuflect,
in response to those who lack humanity or self respect.

PEACE and BLESSINGS