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Yo some times I just feel like taking on insight
Holding my pen tight and starting a big fight
Saying what I like coz thier wrong and I'm right
Making the chumps bite at every word I write
Wordz are my brain's might spittin out pure spite
I'm a lyrical black night holding my sword tight
Now read and recite
Yo the below lines are new height

Lack of equality
Our fucked up democracy
I'm not the persona that's makes people feel me
Naw, what I'm talking about is the real me
The sad, down, depressed, wanna cry, but can't cause I'm too much of a guy
The always broken, softly spoken, comfortable with being a token
Me
The masking my real consciousness with false confidence
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The me that my closest friends don't even know
The war of memories that's my own horror show
You see, I come off as a no care in the world person whose always humorous
So when around friends, I'm expected to humor us
I realize manz care, and most are considerate
But reveal how I feel, I won't even consider it

This is why my brains always on tour
Feel like I don't even know what's right any more
Use to strive for the best, would not settle for less
Now I'm caught up in the times of feeling pure nothingness
But who would listen to a person who feels that life's a disaster
A person who sleeps till mid-day so tomorrow comes faster
A person who gives advise to others, he don't follow him himself
A person who feels life's not worth any wealth
Why would ya'll wanna listen to something that's seems so pathetic
And Yet so poetic
So blue but so true
Because we've all been there, down in despair
To the point where we no longer care
That place where instead of living it up,
We're just giving it up
That place we struggle to get through,
But's easy to fall in to
Although
Hey Yo
If I can touch just one sole with my tone
Make them realize that they're not out there alone
Because someone finally came at them straight
And said something out loud to which they could relate
Maybe this rhyme was not such a mistake

What do ya reckon?

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Dawn's broken

Dawn has yet to crack
my tired body still
my midnight mind is racing
events and ideas colliding
their fusion creates thoughts
nature plus nurture...
combine with human instincts
concepts swirling constantly,
subconsciously forming how i think
unconscious conforming to create what is my mind
the same mind i try to wrap around...
the ins and outs and roundabouts...
of the square that forms the box
that i've spent my existence trying to think outside of


fate cursed my being with a thirst for the truth..
to search for the answers
to questions no ones asked,
with voices never spoken
to ears that never heard..
staring through the night
so blind that i can see,
i seek to form the riddle
that would crumble the greatest sphinx


in a world devoid of answers....
are we sure this is a world?
there's life beside our lives
if only we could see it
after life we're something different
and its something to believe in


insomnia reigns, clouding my dreams
..that i dream with open eyes
fozen motionless, burning
thoughts awoken
revolving around a planet that revolves around a star
ablaze for milleniums....
until the end of days.....


a bullet with my name
hits its target, missed its aim
a chain reaction follows
brilliant sparks ignite....
like luminous lightning lighting
the sky of darkest nights
fire confined inside, pride capped the chimney
1000 words moving..
at once emotions pictured
a world of dreams like disney's
a living motion picture
imagination unlocks the key
to find out whats inside me
to discover what i am
to discover what is me


progressing productivity produces perfection....possibly
probably potential's pointless now
its too late for a beginning
too soon to call it quits
i swim through streams of passion
in search of ocean's power
i gather remnants of weakness
to dump in worlds of wastelands


dawn is yet to crack
dark night is still upon us
my breath is in the distance
..as i've left my death behind
pick up all my pieces
in the deserts of my dreams
i'll find a new hope
LIFE IS NEVER WHAT IT SEEMS

Trick-e

http://www.thinkaloo.com

Reality In Poetry

Sometimes I stare out my window
Wishing my remote control
Could change the channel on the faces I see;
Faces that say, life is not a game,
But everyday is a battle with pain
Faces marred with oppression.
They sit in the soot of depression,
Hard hearts; scarred-
Lips drip fits of aggression
Four fifth on hip for protection
Misdirectioned minors
Minus a touch
Some mothers never let their babies grow up,
But fathers never seem to love them enough
So they say stuff like, m puttin' in work.
When really they just bein mischievous,
They ain' soldiers, they miscreants,
Deviant, and defiant,
Not even self-reliant, just self-destructive
Like one of them suckaz born a minute ago
They don't know that whole image is a gimmick presentin' limits to their exposure
I understand some make it over,
But most of them wisher's end up floatin' in the river
Unidentified, like they was never alive,
While some are force feed fistfuls of fallacies
Til morality is traded for a salary that can't pay for celery
Faces that scream, party til they bury me,
Cause apparently life is a gift and a curse
The present hurts, the past ain't last, and the future ain't guaranteed,
And since I didn't ask to come, can't wait to leave.
Faces of pregnant teens who loss dreams to telly
Swelling with regret wondering if planter of seed will leave
Cause it's easier to turn back and walk away than face mistakes
Easier to place blame than claim responsibility
This is reality
But there are no cameras to shoot that
This is where the cold cracked concrete of Leicester streets
Meets potential misguided by ambition
Where dreams deferred find refuge in addiction
Cause religion is imprisoned by tradition
No interventions,
Cause though we want to change Ga's to Gents
We don't want to go through the pain of the process
We want the progress
There's a new born screamim' from a dumpster in an alley
Left there by its mother
Not about models posing for magazine covers
This is cardboard boxes for covers storm vets for beds
Having a reason to believe you'd be better off dead
Not about how a group got discovered and fell off
This is a 16yr old girl drowning herself in alcohol
Cause she too poor to afford an abortion
The echo of a gun cocking for the first time
In the ears of a 8yr old boy
Who just witnessed his father being murdered in a drive-by
So he decides to take a life
The first sniff of coke
And the last heroine high before a flatline
O.D.
Oh he left without saying goodbye,
No, he died!
The biggest loser may never come back
The chef in hella's kitchen is mixin' crack

Trick-e

http://www.thinkaloo.com

A Windows Pain

There's a window in our attic
It watches the leaky faucet of time drip the world gone by
The window can see everything, but in turn, feels nothing
It knows all the world has to offer but remains a spectator
Dust sleeps upon frozen memories waiting to be awakened within
Or is that they are covered forever?
But the window continues to look out at the world
While the world continues to overlook the window
Why is it that we always look out windows, but never in?
Happiness is blind but the window clearly sees with zero emotion
I guess then ignorance is bliss!?
Nice one window :)

Trick-e

http://www.thinkaloo.com

WhAt Is CoNsCiOuSnEsS

What is consciousness or how do you define an emotion?
Can you draw it like it's some thing you see?
I try to define But I am unable to confine the darting sentiments of my mind
Long enough to understand them or even agree
But you don't understand the world that I see
So I stay poised and constantly ready
I soul-search and draw the blue print for the person I think I should be

Then I realized it has done a 360 on me
I'm further then ever from being world free
However

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requires my endeavour

I am consistent and always persistent like a newly bourn infant

trying to makes sense of the play on life shown
Should I be searching for a soul to become one with my own
Or has the mind that I find left me wandering alone

The world is to cold, and you, 2 hard 2 love
I haven re-set my loyalty to the forces above
The connection's been made, The pen unleashed on my page
To disengage rage that traps me like a cage
Once complex variables of thought become organized,
in order to convey a message that will always be scrutinized,
I ask it again , Who the hell am I?
I know that the answer's behind the wondrous dark sky
An undying proclamation of destiny,
my life spitten pure through poetry,
As long as there are injustices someone has to pay,
But it's apathy that cause catastrophe,
Evil leads the way

There has to be more than this, Life broker some deal!
Don't leave me here at this desk for I know what is real
Another pointless cog in a wobbling wheel
Making the fat catz richer in an energy steel
Ensuring those who are poor constantly pay more
Because the soulless grey suits want profits to sore
I hate myself more every time I pass through this door
Assisting an enemy when I should be at war

The Matrix is real and you've never been free
It's not a computer, its reality
Society

Your involved in a war

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You don't even see

Trick-e (C)

http://www.thinkaloo.com

IF

If you can treat the same, each face you meet
No matter their color nor creed they seek
If you can trust all can be sincere
And Ignore the media in your ear
If you can hope and not get tired of hoping
Or not be swayed when criticized
Or keep courage when back's turn to face you
And make belief louder than their sighs

If you can achieve and not be conceited
If you can help but not make glory why
If you can treat as you should be treated
And raise those who need it way up high
If you can watch your darkest day back
Played out on a massive screen
Keep your nerve when faced with attack
And keep a steel grip on your dream
If you can know that friends will hurt you
Yet not judge them harder than you do yourself
If you can see the hardest job through
And not blame mistakes on someone else

If you can force your hart to cry out
For those who don't deserve your care
If you can whisper over their shout
And when without still learn to share

If you can keep your sense of own
Even when lost in a crowd
If you can check your voice's tone
Be gracious when your feeling proud

If you can look at all that I've wrote
Then tick on each and every line
If you can give my lost sole some hope
Show me light for i've been blind

Trick-e (c)

http://www.thinkaloo.com

Wot Up Darkness

Yo,
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I endured a tired sun
With my eyes
And now following your arrival
I feel an awakening
In dread
One that I've come accustomed to

Many darknesses;
Many friends
Have played their allure
On me
Reminding me of what I'm looking for
Because darkness hides
Everything
Even my dreams are darkness
No colors
So I can make up what they were
A blank canvas for me to paint
beautiful murals of memory
If only I was inclined to entertain
Dishonesty

But I remain for truth
That out of the darkness
Maybe I can unearth its beauty
For all to see
So they can see what I see
In me
In my friend
Darkness

TRick-e

http://www.thinkaloo.com