Alluring From Afar I am the ship that sails on rough seas so smoothly cutting through each wave silently. Approaching so swift yet unseen Much like an invisible beam No alarms tripped or alerts sound On the shores now made a mound. In every type of weather I can be so tranquil on the outside but you must look closer at the inside for the energy required to keep me so cute is an indeafening audio you may want to press mute Engines stocked up pistons churning the fire inside has not stopped burning but stand back and admire from a distance how sleek I can appear nothing to alert your audible ear but take an inspection inside once, once more and I cannot guarantee you won’t go through that door where engines were visible and gave such a lion’s roar. So all aboard because I’m off again sailing seas by myself where it looks like I reign

Who's The Victim? Can still feel the vile torments and rants in the air I’m still wondering if this is about the colour of my skin and hair. Repeating this word over again like I haven’t heard it before, he’s clearly uneducated or maybe poor I don’t rise to his bait and give him the satisfaction but don’t think he knew how close I was just a fraction to losing my calm and insulting him back is his insults still just cause I’m black I’ve dealt with this before wouldn’t say it gets easier with time this ranting and raving just wasting my time. For what’s the real issue becomes clear when you ask yourself how did I ever get here to being treated like a hated figure this guys still voicing off n#}{er, n#}er it’s clear to see he has nothing more to add probably this hatred is just extended from dad because racists aren’t born their raised I thought this was all unacceptable these days. I can’t bare it I have to go but this leaves me questioning what of tomorrow would this guy ever get help and be saved or forever be a victim whom no one can save. What I heard in his voice so childish a fear again I ask how did we ever get here? For the pain I feel is not for me but for his kind, who have little thought left of their own, but have simply become a clone. What are the real issues? here I’m left to ask well this is so much more of a task

Is Love Not? Is love not knowing what you love about them? Is it not knowing what you would do without them? Is love right for all or just some? Does love make you want to run? For joy or fear we try to make it last Try to put bad things in the past Since love forgives all and is such a sought after gift But love is all we have so let’s take care of it. Like a drug you want to sustain because when it’s over you’re left with pain it may take a toll on your body every time it fades away often leaving you balding thinning or grey

Electronic Eyes Walking along, The road is not mine, drop any litter and I will face a fine for the roads I pay to be swept. So the road must be kept clear at all times Except for traffic and kids committing crimes. Flip this round and look from my angle how #life is becoming much more of a strangle Deluded or not I will chase that carrot until it’s mine or at least till I run out of time But many more can see just like me that it is becoming old and stale, but weak and frail they will try till they prevail

Small Box I have failed to fit in your ideal box or pigeon hole I guess for this someone else shall pay my toll Maybe one day people will stop to see Ask themselves why does it always have to be about me Even the ones you love find it hard to share Thinking that you should always be there But this is a human’s greatest fallacy Believing you will be the one person to live throughout history But like everything else we all turn to dust Nature guarantees this is always a must So just like how you judge me and want to fuss Nature is there to take care of all of us.