Invited In

I travel where angels fear to tread.
I welcome the projects and the under dog.
I hold fast to the ones that are cast aside.

Why?

My color is not as it seems.

I am not what you see.

I look at my arse and know
Can't you believe?

My color is not that of the white bread that lies out there.
I don't wear underwear.

I care not what you think
My life is not yours to blink.

My pale skin fools a few.
I am what you think you knew.

I hold fast to my family.
Calling forth on Gureallia warfare as my keep.

I see.

Right color right time.

Fuck you if you think I am out of line.
Cracker you have no clue.
If truly you only knew.

The social genocide that lies under you nose.
Ignorant sheep in clothes..
Look at me before I sow
Your eyes shut,
Your mouth to clean.
I am the bitch your mommy never seen.

See my color is right.
I am white.
Color is a color of deception for you to see.
I am you and you are me.

A quote from another poem entirely,
Of course mine;
you see.

I feel the men of great fill me as I move forth through this vessel.
Who the hell are you to question my quencidental,
that I know what is to come and you are nothing but sheep following the farm
dog.

Lead to death like
sheep.

This poem is rocked and in pain,
As immortal techniques
Point of no return plays in my head. *

My thoughts scream,
My head bleeds,
With information I must concede.

I cry out in pain as the world will collapse.
My mind screams as friend are murdered,
I face the government to tell the truth and you
You sit there reading,
trying to understand my words,
Here is the thing hun

I am crazy as a loon but
I know what I know to be true.

Carry your collar.
This is my break out poem of my freedom
Of who I truly am.

There is a time coming you will have to choose.
I will win,
Will you loose?

Wake,
Where do you stand?
Why are you on the swollen sand?

If you have to question what the muses will send through me,
this message is not for you to see.
The end is coming soon my friend.

Where will you land?

On the shore that becomes buried or the night mare of stone of sand?

I can no longer hide,
nor be alone.
Will you join?
Do you know?
The truth?
The lies?
What for; are you willing to die?

The journey is long as you can see,
but it is worth it.

Free.

*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Igt-jW4e8ts&feature=PlayList&p=CFE68BD75CF5B6FE&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=3