why am i so angry , this cant be good for me & i

i might have a chip on my shoulder , but dont scream at me

you will die

i always start off with the best intensions , then the smallest thing

brings out the vengeance

i pray to god to keep me calm , it works for a while

till the beast inside me turns back the dial

i dont know what is turning my days into night

so ive decided to put it on black and white

maybe this way i can rid my demons , i hope there arent to many

i really just want real friends not for a nickle and a penny

does anyone know what is wrong with me or is this who i am

i dont want people thinking that i am just a sham

i know i have to work at it and thats a fact

i cant be going around being a hartless act

theres a sofness inside of me , i can see it now

i will win this fight i just dont know how

ill just keep praying to my god of choice

and keep on working on my tone of voice

a anger class or two might do the trick

who knows i might just meet a friend there

or throw someone with a brick

who did this to you sonny boy

is this who you are or would you like a choice

can you hear me boy or am i wasting my time

some luminous lizard will eat you down the line

have some tree of knowledge boy its gonna make you a star

or even better yet , try this little chocolate bar

it will make you speak to animals and chickens

are you looking in the mirror , whats that noise in your head

sonny boy you biscuit wheres my purple dot ,you also saw the balls bouncing did you not

you even saw the bush become a crowd of note

for that slowboat of freedom is sinking down my throat

sonny boy watch out , you gonna need a friend tonight

the bridge is still far my friend , here take my guiding light

you have to be brave to be brave sonny boy

lets go win this fight

how was i suppose to know that all of this is the killing kind

monday blues , mellow moods , the dooby days are lingering in my mind

red roosters YEAH !! or is it speed maybe some kinda poppie seed

mixem good dont be naive, we gonna see the walls breath

your lights are running on a line , but your lines are running out of light

wheres my grey boy why must i wait , cant you see im bloody late

this room is like a puzzle i cant find my way ,i cant talk right now im in a fuzzle

dont leave me here i cant drive

the devils on my back , this bizniz is rive

hows about a gram , come and fly with me

i’ll show you the door to ecstasy

so smoke me gently smoke me nice , i know you’ll be back once or twice

mtwa at the hole

mtwa at the hole

just another day in mtwa at the hole

you gonna find nothing here

just the slobber and the fear

the taxis were all lining up the day was closing in
there at the bar we sat all day attitude after gin
it was like a normal day no work then we must play
the hours kept on ticking by the wifes wil phone by nine
again and again again and again then again at half past ten
we were all stubborn then as we were the macho men
till this dreadful night we loved sitting at our den
it musta been a all nighter as i woke up in the wreck
the flames were getting hotter as i felt it up my neck
whos the guy behind the wheel and why are we upside down
the last thing i remembered was dancing like a clown
wake up i said to the driver what have you done to us
the bloody car is burning man as sirens start a buzz
i somehow got myself outside dragged the driver to the curb
the car went up in flames from there the neighbours looked disturbed
i said to the man you better run or sleep behind steel and stone
he nodded and said where you going man
i said im going home
i did not know where i was but was happy to be alive
as from that night i never drank again or visited my old dive
the question is will you be able to
tell this story to a friend
or will you burn out before your time is up
your funeral unattend

Here we still lie
Soaked with the sores of his huge unfulfilled promises
After the hazardous wars we have inflicted on our dear brothers
To sow on his head a glittering ring of gold.
We were told our heaps of feeder roads
Tiled with the beauty of highly toxic pot holes
Shall be filled with golden granite
But here they lie as tanks of yellowish water
Our edible water that brew mud and stench he said
Were to be healed by the magic herbs of purity
Yet here lie thousands serving as dormitories to typhoid and guinea worm
When the honorable read our bones
He said we shall be fed from anus to throat
To cure the miseries of our hunger
Yet we are compelled to banish the cruelty of our hunger with the little saliva our glands can breed
We were told a balanced education will be bestowed on the brains of our wards freely
To let them reap highly waged jobs
Yet here lies a mountainous pile of them
Rendering us vices as services
For they are graduates of no education
Not the good drainage gadgets and silver built lavatories he talked of has reformed our poor sanitation.
An enormous mortuary and cemetery have been built to treat our health.

We have not scratched your back to have ours been deserted
We have demonstrated with the posters of our tears to amass your favour
Yet we are blessed with the agonies of no change
Please appease us with a worthy ritual
Before the tempest of our anger blows you to the gallows!

Thinking torrent thoughts
Writing words relentless

Injecting pain into my pen
Bleeding onto this page

Draining out this damned dam
Flooding up a stage

Spewing out thwarted feelings
The wretching fills your ear

Purging pseudo poetry
After an emotional binge

Hanging these words to dry
I’m koshering myself
Salting my wounds

Confessing all on a canvas
Splatterings of grey matter

But still haram
Uncleansed and impure

Tainted perspectives
Skewed systems

Scrubbing with scribbles
Can’t be washed away

Dirtied mind
Broken words

Spoken in vain
Relief but no release

I tend to wear black
Almost everyday
Thing is- I’m in mourning

I lost a little girl.
She was…wait…
She’s was GONNA be all these things,
That I’d now list-
But you already know
Coz’ there’s just something that little girls are always gonna be

This little girl stepped into a world
That would never see her,
Pushed and pressed in untoward directions
Creating a person that shouldn’t be,
But now, well, here she is.

With baggage of her birth
Contamination in each breath
A life-long loving parasite

We’re all never gonna know now,
Who this little girl would be
Look, she became me.

But,
I mourn for her.

There you lay
Breathless
Having had your centre knocked
Your body’s urge to grasp air
And remain alive

Deep breaths
It aches
Somethings been hurt
Crawl up
Settle down
In
Out

There’s pain here
Oh there to
Ringing ears
You can’t think
Where do you start

It hurts.
Your body.
Creep of to a locked door
Regain your composure

Your mind knows
Your eyes saw it
Your body felt it
You don’t believe it

Too broken to begin to feel
The repercussion
Of a beating
So severe
You are changed.