My Declaration of Independence

Real Life requires me to make real money
Real money requires me to work long hours
Long hours take up my whole day
My whole day is done
And yet here I am
still real
but bruised...

Black-eyed, snaggle-toothed
Loosing strength with every breath
Real life is a consistent abuser
Corrupted by greed,
life does misdeeds
That feed of my misfortunes
And then leaves me for dead
And here I am
still real
but not a victim...

Beaten by the bricks and cement
The open-ended stares
The expected keep expecting
every month another expectation
they pile up like waste
they press into my skin to taste
they look to my face but not in my eyes
And here I am
still real
physically in pain but mentally content

That's my revenge

My mind will never be owned
The devilish functions of life will never even reach the tissue
Cuz real life is a bitch
Real hope keeps me from being fucked
I'm weak in my exterior
but mental compacity is a first class secure facility
So here I am
Still REAL
and ready for life

Between Passes(ages)

Blending becomes a deep quiet
Breathing until it continues
Bending unto it doth soon cause
Breaking

Which mends the bends that I blend
Atomology into carbon dioxides into oxy-gen

Or it OXI-GIN
that new label of sin
And I sin, yes I sin

Blinding the signs
to detour to my veins
that pump through my arteries
to my heart

Which pumps cells
to bleed into
Brain cells
and imprison

ignorance with wisdom