Realistic Thoughts

Symptoms Of My Mechanical Mind Has Me Working Like An Engine

Hinting To The People Of The World that I try To Literally Offend Them

Offensively Making Gestures and Movements That Later Find Myself Mentally Repentin

Wish That I Could Imagine an Imaginary Hand Gun To Clear my Congestion

Or Take Away The Darkness inside Of My Most Recent Of Obsessions

I Find myself Thinkin Of Times Where We didn’t Need to Whisper

About Things We Admired And Idolized From A Painted Picture

But Now All Of Our Words Get Spun Around Like a Awing Twister

With Sharpmil And Metal Cutting Away At Our Feelings Like scissors

Why Cant We Support Our Thoughts Without Any Acts Of Judgment needing Justification

People Now Are Letting There true Feelings Hide Like A Fetish Some Have For Masturbation

I cant Help But Notice that Many Others Are Here Looking for a Land Of The Free and a Country So Beautiful

When The Country at the Moment is far from which they’d hope because its actually looking very pitiful

Realistically I Don’t Know Whether To Run And Hide Or Define My Misery

Or To Come Back Home And Live Through Broken Home That One Had Much History

So Essentially What is One To Do When They Have Broken Thoughts And Broken Down Dreams

When God Is Invisable and When You Call To Him Or Her It feels Like No Ones There To hear A Thing

Im Wondering About Myself Ever So Drastically


Wishing That God Is Out There Talking To Me Magically

Wishful thinking I guess as my mother tells me to grab her some medication for her Fibromilgia

But In Life I try To Make her as Comfortable as I can not holding onto any finesse or nostalgia

But What Really Matters to A Broken Down Man Or Boy That Lives In A Mans Body

I try To Live Up To My Expectations but things don’t always agree with my Oddly

Its Hard To Assume anything Now In This World That we live today in this date and time

So For Now I Will Sit Here And Do My Very Best to Stand With This Mic And Amuse you With My rhymes