Nanu

Left unto liberty lead me to poverty straight into destiny the few for the many give all but can we take more than we need to be humans to quench greed but it doesn't have to be an open mind & they will see enlightenment is a spirit free I'm everything everything is me the sky is my father my mother's the tree you can touch heaven as a human being ignorance bliss & we're in between follow the north until you feel green my brother the frog is calling to me closer to God & the blue jay is gone to whisper to me of what we have lost not to remind me that it's just forgotten life still thrives on the fruit that is rotten.

Peace Officer

As we were walking one night enjoying the warm summer night, laughing and unsuspecting of the ordeal that was to follow, myself & two other friends were about to be violated. After a long night of horseplay & sick, cynical humor we made our way back home. OUt of nowhere two police cars pulled up. Cops rushed out of the cars & slammed us up against their cars, screaming "Spread your fucking legs," as they kicked our ankles. We were eventually surrounded by 5 0r 6 cops & 3 cop cars, so quickley that there was no time to make any sense of it. After an intense search of my person, I, as well as on other friend, were ordered to sit ass-on-our-ankles, hands behind our heads on the hard concrete. As the interrogation unfolded, question after question continued. "Don't you fucking lie to me! Tell me the truth!" To me the officer said, "Don't you fucking look at me, you piece of shit. If I hear one more word I'll rip your hair out of your fucking head, Bob Marley!" I can only assume he was referring to my braids by titling me Bob Marley. Minutes turned into an hour, question after question continued. My arms and neck became numb from that position. I could feel the concrete digging into my ankles, then something was muttered. Soon, I felt a knee in my back & a fist holding the back of my shirt. An officer's voice said, "I'm talking to you Bob Marley! Where's your ID? You have no ID?""No," I spoke. "How old are you?" he asked. At the time I was 17. Then moments later, we were released. The next day Factory 81 had a new song, Peace Officer. This song is dedicated to all the police & all the power tripping pigs. How can I be free? Slap these cuffs on me, I'm just a freak.

14 Left

The feathers fell softly down his long, straight brown hair. His war paint burns in my mind. Holding a spear & a blue jay at his side, he spoke, "I am the skeleton lurking I your closet: I am the drip that never leaves you faucet: I am the jackal that feeds on your garbage: I am the scarecrow that guards my people’s harvest: I am the fox protecting his family: I am the wolf in the shadows that you never see: I am the coyote that tricks you into self pain: I am the hole in your umbrella that shows you the rain." He disappeared, then the prophets words and I became one. As I woke from my vision, I had a new purpose. I found that my spirit transformed from larvae & my wings broke through the cocoon as light shined on my wings for the first time, opening my eyes forever.

Rotten Strawberries

He ran fast with every ounce of he had as the girl made her way into the street. All at once images flashed through his mind. The day that he crumbled his clothes tattered & strained. The day he saw the apocalypse, he knew the world was going to end; when & how. He recalled the sacrifices. Everything he had, he gave away. Everything he had done was for everyone who crossed his path. The only thing he had ever known was to help others, but not himself. He remembered her face as he had seen it many times before & all the moments, she & her friends laughed & teased him. Now homeless and youthless, they never knew what he truly was for they could only see him as the butt of their jokes & a source of cruel entertainment. Now that will change & he will now know it will change, for the one thing he never learned was self love & respect. As he pushed her with all of the life left in him, thrashing her against the ground she tumbled towards the curb looking back in anger to see what did this to her. She heard the screech of tires ring out as his body was slammed against a speeding BMW. He died never knowing a kind word, or a friendly face. Hating himself as he thought others did, (and some did), he did all within his simple mind & power to earn their love or at least a smile. He died never knowing either one.

Belligerence

You burn your cross and I’ll burn this flag. You burn your laws and I have to tag speaking my mind. With this can of paint spraying these words it’s too late. The sun has come up and I have to sleep. Back in the shadows I have to creep. Covering your swastika I paint the word love. You get what you give and that says enough. It’s not that your ugly with your shaved head, It’s just I can’t stand you and your racist friends. Call me a fool and maybe you can kick my ass. I live without regrets, so how long could it last. I scream out loud and I can’t pretend. Now everyone shouts, "You’re not my friend" I try to love all, and that includes you. Even after all that you’re put me through. I want to forgive you but it’s not quite time. This anger still burns in the back of my mind. I scream out loud and I can’t pretend. Now everyone shout, "You’re not my friend"

2 O'Clock Love Letter

You are precious make me special I am ugly lost in your beauty all around me no one can love me I am sorry, I am so dirty. I break falling further each day. Make these bad dreams go away. You touch me, feel you touching me. I break, make it go away again. All around me. Why won’t you trust me? I am dirty from where they touch me. All I want is someone to love me, but who can ever love a freak. Everyday it’s all the same but I live this. I don’t know why but I keep on giving. I am a child trapped in your adult world. No one can love me. Call me a little girl. Oh and you push me. You make me so loving. You push me. I’m nothing. So why won’t you trust me. You are precious make me special, I am dirty from where they touched me.

Epherdine

Watch you watching me & I catch you watching me & you empty inside me, just to watch me bleed. I see your footsteps bend in my mind as shadows stomp their way down my spine. I try to run away, I can't hide. The demons that I see are inside, watch you watching me & I catch you watching me& you empty inside me, just to watch me bleed. You say my life is a lie, you can see with violence. Show me reality, I feel you look at me, I feel your hands on me, I know your love but I'm not gonna cry. Good God, can't you fucking see? Good God, is this a fucking dream? Good God while I lie & bleed. Good God what'd you do to me? I can see empty in me. I lie & bleed all I can see & you step on me again & your back on me again & you empty inside me just to watch me bleed & when I close my eyes you're all I see, I can't take your face from my dreams, I feel you look at me, I feel your hands on me. I know your love but I'm not gonna cry.

Diary Of A Serial Killer

Suddenly I stood in the hallway while the wind unleashed its anger upon my back. the cold 20 shadows lay long on the slightly lit scene. As dusk turned to night the eyes peered at me through the darkness. I watched as time & logic mutated into laughter & colors. One stood berfore me. When it moved, it became seven, & when it stopped, it became one again. Pressed together in this tiny shack we melted across the floor & became moss & grass covering the floor in a thick blanket. As we were visited by ants on their journey, as well as bees, butterflies, & grasshoppers who were on their way. we suddenly knew no light, no dark, no black, no white, & no wrong. Blinded by the high. Gripped by the colors. Nothing was or wasn't. Everything was an illusion and reality. We were pure energy & light. Our words were music & sound, every sound you could think of & some you could never dream of. Before long, one star appeared revealing that after his long trip, side by foolish side, you were there. Immediately, the connection was shattered. Our eyes fell upon the floor as we dismissed one another & walked away into the silence.

Chees Wheel

I can see I'm not free. I believe in no one but me. All eyes on me. Pointing at me. Falling you see. Your words decieve. I say what I want to say. Doesn't matter what you think cause I still live this way & then you come into my life. Stick me in the back with your knife & now as I look at you all these things that you would put me through I won't let you look away. Won't you fucking watch me bleed? I can see I'm not free. I believe in no one but me. Now you take a look at your life for a while & you see yourself your just like a child. Preach about the things that you've never seen. Ignoring all the things that you're supposed to see. While you watch your watch as time wastes away & you feel the need to feed on others' pain. Brag about the things but you fucking lied. Brag about the things but you fucking tried. You're just a slave. Now you take a look at your life once again & you see the fuckers supposed to be your friends. Brag about the things but you fucking tried. Brag about the things but you fucking lied. Now you sell your soul. You sell your life away. You sign your name. You even sell your pain. Brag about the things but you fucking tried. Brag about the things but you fucking lied. I say what I want. Doesn't matter what you think, you got & all that you do to me. All these things that I could never see & now as I walk away. All these things that I could never say I won't let you look away. Won't you fucking watch me bleed? You're a slave, weak inside you're a slave, feeding your mind you're a slave, selling your pain you're a slave, signing your name you're a slave, open your doors you're a slave, weak inside you're a slave, feeding your mind you're a slave.

Sludge

The human race is still immature. Taking beauty & making unpure. It's not just the fault of the perverts and freaks. You also must blame the pastors and priests. All of their sermons and people repressed. Now sexuality becoming a mess. Vilence for all and given for free. Your divine ticket is your TV. So spread your legs & take it up the ass from propaganda fed to the mass. It's one little drop of blood today. One more tax we have to pay. One more right taken away. Actions mean more than the words that I say. Freedom to protray hypocrisy is the only thing ever given to me brother's & sister's can't you see? It's time to fight back, it's time to be free