My Black Book

The road forward is forever clouded

And the road back is broken glass

On the path of a warrior-

the struggles of a king

but i will endure and overcome

I dont need reason, I don't need control

I only want to be free..to fall into the

madness and chaos, smile in it's face

because when is all said and done

I will claim what is mine

Destiny is All

R.I.P Nipsey Hussle. We are many things when we begin our journey. But what we decide to become defines who we are, I may not have known you or know much about you. But i have the upmost respect for you and the things you accomplish and what you wanted to accomplish.

The Mind of a Poet

Words cut deep, words take away-

the pain, sadness, anger,

negative thoughts.

The love,happiness,tranquility,

positive thoughts

Their is a very thin line between reality and perception, the understanding and interpretation of a person mental impression to be human-

Every emotion that is felt is formed in an instant that the consciousness of the mind and heart are beyond words, beyond understanding an yet it exists and felt in that instance

Before the tears an before the thoughts that overcome you in that second- the feeling has already been made whether or not we choose the acceptance of it,defines you

The soul, the conscious mind, the enigma- It is an interesting 'though' in it itself something that we know yet can't explain, it exist because it does because we know that theirs is more inside yet shares but small part of reality-

The subconsciously the mind learns more

than you can choose to understand,

the bridge between sanity and insanity

seem even thinner-

Your words twist and bend to your will

the mind evolves with each passing

experience of being human

I can understand so much, even in others

yet the very thought of myself

is a mystery too myself-

Sanity is a fantasy, if such a thing exist

It seems I cannot accept it.