"The Last of Us"

Temper tantrums, no such thing as a national anthem Irrational
News anchors with biased opinions consumed by anger
Blurred lines, insecurities lead to crime
Unjustifiable actions in a society that’s been repeatedly refined
Read between the lines, take heed and weed-out the swine
One can easily regress, I suggest the mouth stay shut even when blood you thirst
Speaking blasphemy can only make matters worse
The bold will attempt to uphold to see who scatters first
I’d rather kick dirt on my enemy’s grave than watch my kin burned at the stake
Traditions will vaporize as conditions are no longer tolerated by the depraved
Factions will fall apart, brothers in arms struggle amongst themselves
The want is overbearing enough and outweighs the chance of jail
Pride becomes obligation, too much of it to ask for trust
Must remember the vows taken and fight for the last of us

“A Force To Be Reckoned With”

I’m reluctant to give up, underestimated, never see me quiver

Equivalent to your most formidable foe, I deliver – On point like a shiv

Your woman’s inhibitions go out the door with some liquor, what gives?

Every day is an inauguration when I wake up I’m a different –Person

Got you all flustered, one thing’s for certain, you’re false so I pull back the curtains

Expose you for being a puppet, I cut the strings now you’re on crutches

I’m precocious enough to preemptively strike, it’s barbaric to pry –But,

If I don’t fight on for my beliefs I’m gon’ end up in back your trunk

That’s prejudice towards my goodwill, I will not participate in The Day the Earth Stood Still

 I will not succumb to constraints, your best bet is to run for the gates

I bundle my wisdom with courage and flourish above and beyond

Infatuated with eradicating you I will not abate until you’re gone 

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Hindsight. It’s 20/20 right? I disagree. I believe it’s more like 50/50 because although one may know of the events to unfold one’s actions whether positive or negative may still be a result of psychosis. You see I personally have lived in what is called dissonance, a disharmony between what I know I should do and doing the opposite expecting a different result. Or is that just stupidity? I’m still trying to figure that part out of this calamitous life that also been filled with exuberance. What a conundrum of sorts. Will this puzzle ever get figured out, straightened out or just carry on for lifelong battle between good and evil? Living or dying?     

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Psychosis. Ambrosia for the masses is cultivated in spurts. Belief that the entire outside perspective will indulge in this creation is undeniably the definition of the chemical imbalance someone may attain. However, to grasp what blinds the pain that one suffers while being able to connect with even the miniscule of the population is precious. Any person can relate with specific forms on a different level while others loathe, but still acknowledge. And what more can a delusional outsider wish for than to affect others’ lives regardless of the outcome? Creation is a vivid inner spectrum that becomes intrinsic of that that is void. Purpose regardless of the incoherent understanding is a thing of beauty as beauty is in the eye of the beholder or in better words in the mind of the assembler.

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Functionality? Can one still procure happiness while in distress or must the scars of the fallen soldier fully heal before he can feel the subtle enjoyment? I believe that even for a brief moment the wounded can enjoy certain aspects whether that be the enjoyment of a savory meal, a duel amongst men or a simple conversation with a comrade. One must function regardless through primitive actions that must be met on a daily basis otherwise existence ceases to exist. The downward spiral commenced from a starting point located above the circling abyss; that is to say the funnel has both a heaven and a hell, but what defines these two? As the saying goes one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure. One man can consume the devil’s juice to reach ecstasy while another may grant his torture as he wades on his miscues.

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I'm going to give writing a crack in my spare time...Not the rhyme, poetry, song I'm accustomed to though. Actually writing a short story. This is the intro...

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When life reaches a downward spiral, do you accept the reality or live in denial until you no longer have either choice to make? Also, do you blame the universe or do you analyze the consequences of the choices one's made? Life is filled with joyous moments while some lives are also balanced with agony whether it be self-proclaimed or begotten by uncontrollable sources. The answers are sometimes an epiphany while some are educated later than desired. Desire can be lethal and synonymous with lust. That can lead to disappointment, but also lead to a false satisfaction feeling of fulfillment. Don’t get me wrong as for some of the earthly minority it makes for a perfect synchronicity.