Nobility Dark and pitted as I I'm, for I'm pitted in darkness. With my lies as I deceive to achieve my power of greatness. I filled my cup with the blood of the surfs to fill my ego. Destroy and separate the wise from fool, for my knowledge they do not know. I have hidden the wisdom of the world, from my knowledge your sorrow grows, behold a slave for I have bond you from head to toe. For my riches makes me Nobel. In any case this is just a class that freed me the homo. I'm from the blood line of Cain the homosexual. I pride in gluttony for all things I hold, death to all below me as usual. Just call me the destroyer, every thing I touch turns to rust. Kill and rape all people just because they are not us. Linch and hang them from maple pine and oak till there's nothing left but dust. Nobility of man the destroyer of all thing that's good.

Washed Brain Flip it and you will get the true understanding. For what you see is only what you see, catering to the lack of your own understanding. Is every tone good for you? How about every rhythm? Seeing and hearing is half of the ways we as people receive knowledge. Washed and scrubbed wiped clean the third eye. By the tap we thirst, wash and cool yourselves, for the liquid chains of bondage has caught us sleeping. If I talk walk and speak with my eyes open does that make me conscious? I only know what I know, from the understanding of the knowledge I received. Corrupted information is deceit so knowledge could and would be hidden. For it's been said knowledge is power. So will stay blissfully ingredient. Will this information escape you with out understanding. Here's a clue third eye florid tap water. Understand never will you.........or flip it you will never understand. You've been brainwashed .

Held My hand of love so tinder and sweet, Caressing your body as our warm flesh meet. As one we join with passion grows with each heart beat, Intertwined in each others arms dancing feet to feet. For the night is short no time to sleep, if I see the sun it will be so biter sweet, just know your hold in my heart till the next time we meet.

Do These Words Speak To You? I will start by saying, I don't think I'm the smartest when it comes to writing my thought on paper. As you will see when you take the time to read my story. So forgive me if every dot is not in its right place. I was born in Shy Town Illinois 1973. I don't really remember much when it comes to growing up there. I just know it was a time of joy but with much pain. I'm not going to go into it in great detail, but I will give it to you in these words, abandoned, abused, in ways you would not wish on no one. Still as I look back at my #life I still know in every thing I'm blessed. I had to go through all those hardships to be come the man I am today. It was a hard road this #life of mines. Many lessons had to be learned as I grow with this #life I have been give. I chose to be a good man and not let my false get in the way of my secess. I do believe GOD and in the goodness of his grace. I see the evil and the hurt that is left in its wake. That's all you have to do is look around you and you will see for every good their is a bad. I have made my choice on the person I want to be. What is yours? For in #life there are many choices and many paths we could take. Making good choices is not as easy as it sounds. For each time I fail there's a choice. Either stay on the ground or strive to over come my failure. Yes I'm better then I think I am. All I have to have is the will and the strength to know I can excel at anything I put to mind. As I read my words, flashes off m

Race Eater How my heart despairs at the sight of you. Your strong but so weak. Built but body is sleek. Can read but don't understand. Count but only on two hands. Brains with potential but no drive. Lazy hands looking for a free ride. You look in the mirror and can't stand what you see. Shades of your shade you kill in the streets. How my heart prays for you. Even though your blessed you still sin like you do. Respect is what you claim to know. Nigga,bitch why you're paints sagging so low. A man is what you clam to be. But a race killa is all I see. If I'm wrong my God forgive me.