Veracity Collection
When left to myself my melody wants to lull me to sleep violently, but I know love will not allow that to happen. For if I sleep I can’t live b/c I will never want to wake again. Putting myself to sleep then is merely the easy way out and ambivalence is the drive behind my conclusion-151. Inquietude gave me veracity, but veracity vindictively overtook the world and my support doesn’t care for me no more, that’s for sure. Longing to obtain something that I know I don’t need but it is the only thing that is consistent with me. I can stand truth and knowledge but I fall for the truth and the knowledge and I’ve learned that in my premature years before college. White girls, White smoke, white powder, which has my power.
Part I
My empty seat
Had itself a bite to eat
and-
it took on the redolent stench of slavery
Braver be-
I am what I’m not meant to be
My trustful skin and contained soul was sent 2 me
Veracity-
Ought to be what got to me-
Not animosity-
Part II
Lack of people-excess of evil
January springs from youth
Tooth, decayed from their bite out of crime
Time-its nefarious veracity
Cautiously, my tears are displayed on the church
windows-stained glass now stained with my sin
Akin to being verbose with my unshaved soul
With my lack of words,
Where do I go?
Part III
Inauspicious shadows speak to my skin
from the sun
Words from Love’s inculcated lips
causes me to run
My heart-an overly used chimney-explodes
and exposed to contaminate the air
Sip from our galaxy and become tipsy
with a punditry’s venomous glare
Repent and be Baptized as I rise form lies
because…
Only real eyes realize real lies
Part I
My empty seat
Had itself a bite to eat
and-
it took on the redolent stench of slavery
Braver be-
I am what I’m not meant to be
My trustful skin and contained soul was sent 2 me
Veracity-
Ought to be what got to me-
Not animosity-
Part II
Lack of people-excess of evil
January springs from youth
Tooth, decayed from their bite out of crime
Time-its nefarious veracity
Cautiously, my tears are displayed on the church
windows-stained glass now stained with my sin
Akin to being verbose with my unshaved soul
With my lack of words,
Where do I go?
Part III
Inauspicious shadows speak to my skin
from the sun
Words from Love’s inculcated lips
causes me to run
My heart-an overly used chimney-explodes
and exposed to contaminate the air
Sip from our galaxy and become tipsy
with a punditry’s venomous glare
Repent and be Baptized as I rise form lies
because…
Only real eyes realize real lies