Notations

Questions answered;
solutions found;
temporary problems
savagely solved

That long forgotten blind spot still, exists.

An acre filled with blood spilling stones
in the shape of manly hearts,
arrogantly tired of cracking and breaking.

Enough...
Sometime, someday

Being at ease with one's dream.

A new reality check point,
approaching a noise free hall...

Eyes allowed to imprison
a lightning’s touch
deep ocean blue
unlike any other sacred secret
a sea ready to be called 'home'.

Nicotine voices warn you
"Stand not on the division line"

The box is the real enemy,
Escape!

Carnival scenes and savage rapes
negro people fucking the white man's wife
nature's way of paying tribute to revenge
feeding one's racism and there you go...

If you cross my path
you found your home
If you cross my path
you found your laughter
If you cross my path
you've crowned a tyrant

Kissing the grounds razor eyes
Empty stare... lethal gaze

Grace...