Under Lock & Key

Everyday I try to wash away the loneliness, but it doesn’t come off,
I have no choice but to surrender to its pain, to its scoff,
the agony that runs through my veins,
and through the chains locked around my hands and feet,
leaves me incomplete.
I am the outcome of corruption, the tragedy that feeds the trauma that stains
my soul, devours me whole.
I ask for empathy, but my own feelings are empty,
slowly I fade out, due to a shattered life,
feeding what kills me inside,
they refuse what keeps me alive,
I refuse… my own right to remain silent,
but all they care about is confinement.
They display my mugshot like it’s a Michelangelo or a Donatello,
they will never admit fault, they will never let me go.
And why should it matter, I will always be hated by the ignorant.
My incarceration was deliberate,
part of a plan to violate and amputate.
My life is now a concrete cemetery,
each moment is a cold day in January.
Wrongfully persecuted, this system is polluted.
Its tools for change is a mockery to rehab and reform,
while the world revolves, I stand frozen in a hailstorm.
Justice for all is a sick joke, who cares I was used as a scapegoat?
or the misconduct that was over-looked?
My back and shoulders ache from the weight I carry everyday,
how dare you not wear my shoes and tell me it will all be okay!
Who actually cares I’m surrounded by sadism and hate,
when agony and suffering is my fate?
The only thing I fear is the night, that’s when the demons come out to fight.
I wish you were the fly in my cell, so you can see the truth I tell.
My life has been unjustly twisted, hollowed out, a sheep heading to slaughter.
When will the truth be seen, when I die a martyr?
Still, I must traverse through this maze,
even on days I can’t see through the haze and wish for better days.
This is a poem to show I’m still here, I have not yet disappeared.
Please let me know I’m not forgotten, I am not who they declare “rotten”
I’m still here all alone, this is not where I belong, I need help to get back home.

It’s the new world order where elites and the sheep casts the stones in their glass house with no repercussions
the ones that have the most flaws that do the judging
social media, with monarchy mind control, frequencies that ease you into the ideology of the one-thought masses
to shake the foundation and indoctrinate to destroy individuality
the vibration is silent, the common sense factor is void to keep the masses dumbed down playing the role of the factions
falling blindly into the tactics
its meant to be as the silent plan, the master holding the strings in his hand to make the puppets dance
dividing individuals into color coordinations, against beliefs, morals, values and pushing the agenda that its not me, pinning them against we
praising false idols that never existed, keeping the masses in a sheep mentality to control the mind, once the mental is conquered the body falls in line
it was the master plan, to control the man, once the man is controlled he unconsciously follows the plan
ripple effect to oppressing the woman, to think she is beneath him, stripping the nature of the goddess and losing the true nature of creation
the duality and the creator, the given and the taker, the mother Earth Gaia that needs us to awaken to her greatness
into the materialism that will take your soul, temporarily make you whole, once a happy home but now your not at home
the instant gratification, putting a smile on your face but inside it’s hateful
masking the internal with the external, dodging the obstacles, scared to go within because you were never taught how to
so embrace to be oneself, don’t blend in because we were born to stand out, individuality, is a blessing, much lessons, break the chains of what we thought, and now you are.

Handcuffed by bullies hiding behind ignorance,
locked-up by a lawless institution,
forced to walk on broken glass,
breathing in the stench of indifference.
I watched in disbelief,
as my rights were systematically taken away,
I begged for justice that was never given fairly,
instead, they took my life,
now I live without a future,
I now see the shadow side of the american dream.
Stuck behind a wall of state-manifested violence,
a crisis which legitimizes the abuse of power and antisense,
it gives birth to torture, isolation and dehumanization,
a violation of human rights is our criminal justice system.
A country where law-makers bash against each other,
in a personal hierarchical battle for dominance,
they choose to compromise their citizens’ humanity,
and forced to live in a broken, dysfunctional setting.
Too many lives lost,
too much liberty and happiness denied,
they lock us in cages where everything is nothing,
and nothing is everything,
we live to go nowhere.
I don’t think everyone knows unless you experience it yourself,
there is no rehab or reform,
being locked away by injustice.
The everyday happiness is no longer in my grasp,
I am forced to survive adversity,
as my dreams fade away.
As U.S. citizens, we must stand strong and tall,
we must focus on surviving and not dying,
once again we must fight for what our forefathers fought for,
it’s not just about righting the wrongs,
it’s about the accountability of those who oppress too!
As I speak these words everyone stares at me,
but, don’t see me,
the lonely years pass soaking up innocent tears,
thanks to the criminal justice system,
I’m living the American Dream.

Happy Mass Murder Day,
The last Thursday in November,
a day to give thanks to god;
for the natives being massacred.
What kind of god do we believe in,
making heroes out of criminals,
celebrating the atrocities,
of the so-called founding fathers,
thieves, humyn traffickers,
rapists, and slave holders?
Thanking god for the parasites,
no wonder we are still their sufferers.

Happy Mass Murder Day,
The history speaks for itself,
we see why the very same invasions,
and massacres are happening,
to the Palestinian natives.
Funded and armed,
by the very same parasites;
who invaded and massacred,
the American natives.
Pretty soon there will be,
a Thanks Giving day,
for the invasion and massacre
happening in Palestine.
Inevitable, as long as the parasites,
are in control of the narrative.

Happy Mass Murder Day,
to who, the lawmakers,
who got millions invested
in military weapons
manufacturing companies?
And the owners of the companies
manufacturing the bombs?
Or the poor defenseless victims;
wombmen and children
being blown to smithereens,
with systematic impunities?
Y’all keep celebrating the murderers,
I’ll keep celebrating the victims
of these crimes against humanity,
victims of CIPWS atrocities.

Happy Mass Murder Day,
Isn’t Gaza and the West Bank,
in and of themselves reservations?
Hasn’t Gaza and the West Bank,
been enduring the very same foreigner
settler colonization and occupation,
for 76-plus years?
Doesn’t that call for
Palestinian indignation?
And isn’t it being done,
by the very same victims
of holocaust extermination?
How do you scream “self defense”
against a people you are denying
self-determination?
Where is God,
or the United Nations?

Happy Mass Murder Day,
why isn’t anyone seeing
a double standard of international law?
Why isn’t anyone seeing the Zionist,
as being truly anti-semitic to the core?
Why isn’t anyone seeing
that Amerikkka is arming the Zionist
against the Palestinian poor?
the blocking of humanitarian aid,
the targeting of wombmen and children,
attacking hospitals and aid workers,
medical personnel and UN Officials,
need I say any more?
Netanhitler is a proxy of the U.$.,
so he cannot be a war criminal,
and what’s happening in Palestine,
in their eyes is not even war.
Must be just a figment of my imagination,
just keeping it raw.

Happy Mass Murder Day…

Don’t be fooled by Trump,
Kamala is no radical,
And neither of the two
Are pro-worker
or pro-people.

Neither of the two
will bring change
that is fundamental
or structural.

Neither the donkeys
or the elephants
will change
the economic substructure
from capitalist to socialist,
a proletarian nation.

Compatible with the socialized
Labor Power production
relation.

It don’t matter
who you vote for,
no donkey or elephant
will end the wage-slavery,
expropriation, exploitation.

No donkey or elephant
will stop the slave patrol
lynching us,
or stop the oppression.

The CIPWs will not just;
pack up and go home,
leaving all power;
to the people
out of altruism
or on their own volition.

Power will not change hands
by voting,
Or without war and blood.
We must prepare for
self defense.
True power can only come,
with revolution.

Meet me at the library,
that’s where we bury lies.
That’s where we kill CIPWS miseducation;
that’s where we grow wings and fly.
That’s where we find essential self.
Where we turn into suns, and rise
that’s where they hide truths
and keep us mentally colonized.
They kept the slaves from learning to read,
the easiest way to keep them,
dehumanized.
They, the CIPWS,
is doing the same to prisoners,
if we don’t open our eyes, and realize,
that fighting CIPWS censorship
is the same as burying lies.

Without any
Bias
Honestly
Look at the social construct of unjust justice
And what do u see
I could say there’s nothing I see
But broken promises and shattered dreams
Or so it seems
From the depth of the penitentiary
Steel and concrete is all there is
For me to see
But this ain’t about me
Not specifically
See
The steel and concrete
Is only
The surface
Look beneath
And I’ll find purpose
that’s tryin’ tirelessly
2 overcome its life changin’ mistakes
Or are they truly
Just the breaks of the slum
Where the conflicts
Of life reside
The ones that come from
The quote-un-quote
Wrong side
That side
Where they movin’ pack after pack
Around the clock
None stop on the block
Chasin’ greenbacks until u get them racks
Greenbacks on top of greenbacks
Racks from the other side of the tracks
Where the so-called killers kill
And the drug dealers deal
Where the so-called robbers rob
And the Grinch of Christmas steal
Murders and thieves
Are societies stereotypes of an unwanted
Community
A Community that only wants equality
With an opportunity
Instead of bein’ misunderstood
Fathers, sons, daughters, sisters
Brothers and mothers
This racially biased society
That don’t see any good
In this community of poverty
U and me
Are the ones usually forgotten
And not accepted by society
As if we can’t change for the better
U and me
What a shame on society
for turnin’ its back on a community
That’s a result of steel and concrete.

Our aboveground parties must be centralized
The revolution shall not be televised
all party disagreements must be internalized
Because the foe uses the media to spread lies
and the likes to use their snitches to stigmatize
They use their C.I’s (confidential informants) to infiltrate our party lines
Some of their C.I’s
are pretty tempting to the eyes
They’ll spew back at you revolutionary rhetoric to deceive and hypnotize
They’ll give you a spiel that their “handlers” help them organize
But they’re really pigs in disguise
The real reason they’re around us is to spy,
and gain access to our leadership
So they can tag and identify
Because they’re really working for the F.B.I
Trying to assassinate our leadership
marking them to die.

Like Huey p. Newton said, it’s Revolutionary Suicide,
C.I’s quoting revolutionary jargon and slogans that they memorized
Rhetoric that they falsely digested and regurgitated in order to keep us mesmerized
This is why the revolution shall not be televised
Because the media stay spreading lies,
So we must be forever cautious and wise
Because its through the crosshairs of that rifle scope that our leaders are crucified
So you better open your eyes
and recognize
That these are the lessons from the past to help us better organize!

My skin
My oh so
Beautiful skin
Is a blessin’ and a curse
for me
As I journey
Across this beautiful earth
But the curse of my skin
Is not even the worst
Oh no
What’s worse
Is the hate that come cause of my skin
A hate that live in fear everyday
And in every way
They hate my skin
Due 2 the hate u give
My skin
My oh so
Beautiful skin
Scream T.H.U.G L.I.F.E.
It’s my skin they fear
Yet it’s I that live in fear
Because of my skin
Any and everyday I could die
With no other reason why
Than their fear of my skin
And with that fear of my skin
They can shoot me dead in the street
With impunity
My oh so beautiful skin
I luv dearly
With impunity
As I live this T.H.U.G. L.I.F.E

Swallowed alive by the 2nd Beast, digested for eternity.
Encaged, isolated and eclipsed, by spotlights under scrutiny.
Splinters in my feet, as I walk the plank voluntarily;
Poseidon’s fishin’ for me, with liquid dreams of recrutin’ ye,
into the rank-n-file to crowd-surf waves momentarily.
suddenly, loose lips opened up, like cannon ports, aimed at you and me.
verbal cannon balls sunk our ship, Amongst A counter-revolution of mutiny.
The mutants sold us out and signed a deal with Big Satan.
Long Ago, Big And Lil’ satan gave birth to their nations.
Over time their baby nations mutated, like x-men,
but with anti-hero superpowers to drop bombs on the next myn;
And also on their next Ken,
who ain’t even grown myn,
just Palestinian baby P.O.W.’s, concentration camps, got em caged in,
unescapable lion’s den of thieves, who steal lives from mere children.
I guess children’s Lives Don’t Matter, without world superpowers, like Biden.