September Poems 2005
       I REALLY MUST BE AN ALIEN

Do i get you do you get me?
is it buried beneath depths or is it easy to see?

are we all simply blind and lost
running astray
is it as it appears or
hidden away?

some speck in the masses
who abides by their laws?
or a cast out minority
who can only see flaws?

do you belive all you hear
or criticize with doubt
or is there a "happy medium"
to what life's all about?

(I'll give you a hint you won't find it in the mainstream media)



HOW DOES ONE BECOME FREE FROM THE CHAINS OF SOCIETY?

(hint again, you won't find it in the media)

The answer to the question of being IS
THAT THERE IS NO LOGICAL REASON FOR IT

from one self to another
what's supposedly true
can divide, change and mutilate
from me to another you

the lies we are sold
whilst in the grip this cage
can only be changed from within
BY REFUSING 2 succumb to the rage

that's inflicted upon you
within the confines of realms
are we the futile victims for letting them make ourselves?

did they make you?
NO THEY SOLD YOU

THINK ABOUT IT
UNTITLED

just another number just another face
that lies in the middle of this sea of disgrace
beauracracies have turned this whole world to a maze
that they dillute and make worse by their rhetorical haze
so hard to be real no fake hearts left to STEEL what I cannot conceal
ends up not on my sleeve
but projected in the rage of my wrath while they writhe
yet it has almost ceased to exist when i decided to replace my brain with my fist as i've found a new path i have played their life game but maintained my own self  all the while told im insane as i don't want their wealth and i don't want prestige im happy to settle with spiritual health than be down on my knees

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