These days an inquiring mind is all I’ve got
The duo of tranquility and sanity I have not
Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, I can’t rest
Because for the first time in my life my heart has been put to the test
There used to be late night talks of life, music and more
And at that point, when I was sad or stressed you were my cure
But like a thief in the night you disappeared with no goodbye
Leaving my heart rapped waiting to die
What did I do; where did I go wrong?
My heart can’t continue without answers for too long
One day I had it all the next it was thru
My mind never knew you were on a quest to find someone else to complete you
Cuz at that time you were all I needed
I thought our connection was deeply seeded
Though we were only in the physical twice
My mind knew my heart was through rolling the dice
But I guess your heart wasn’t there
And I often wonder did you ever care
Cuz one day I’m wife material what you’ve been looking for
And the next is sorry I found someone who can offer more
But hey I guess I was the fool to lend my heart
I should have known never to put my heart in my mind’s part
But like the typical I was blinded by could be love or so I thought
And cliché like I got my heart back ripped apart
So please grant me the favor before today and answer me this
Do you still desire for the feel of my lips?
Do you remember our last hug, your neck on my lips, the feel of my hips?
Do you know the pain felt when your heart rips?
~BLH
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Dear Terrorists!
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….random are the lies…..in the replies….overshadowed by your hatred…..muffled by our cries….wondering why your only resolve for them is to die…..living in fear from not knowing….the next time they’ll feel your wrath….yet the fear they refuse to show….undying on your behalf…and never once have you questioned….what you now choose to believe….I can’t blame you for your teachings….but why are you so naive….have you ever questioned their sincerity….or searched for understanding….with your own moment of clarity….my first thought would be no….as you strap a vest to your chest and prepare to let it blow….with a solemn promise from your teacher….that you’ll be rewarded in the after life…surrounded by seventy virgins…forever in a paradise….and you mean to tell me you don’t find it odd or even strange….that if that place really existed….how come Osama hasn’t done the same….where’s his suicidal mission…why isn’t he already dead….why does he choose to call on you…why is he so deep in your head….find the answer to that question….cause there lies your true nemesis….you’ll find the real war….you’ll find the true Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….why is your ambition overpowered by your ignorance…why after 400 years of oppression….you have yet to ask their forgiveness…you have yet to say “I’m sorry”….for past crimes committed…its like no remorse from a criminal…..who has already expressed….that he did it….but now the joke is on you…as I watch you fall victim to another…..and why is your anger….focused on something as settle as color….why is it?.....when something is different from you…it is considered high-risk….”why?”….when they gave you 400 years of free labor….you repay….with…JENA 6….the days where they were slaves….are now far from today’s reality….they’re not asking for any handouts….they’re asking for equality….and why are you never consistent in the things that you do…..like the war on Iraq….and the weapons that you pursue….promises….to bring the troops home…so far from the truth…..cause if you really was looking for weapons of mass destruction….you’d be looking for YOU!.....do you honestly see yourself superior….to others that are unlike you….when your nose breathes….your mouth feeds….and your skin bleeds like theirs do…..you don’t understand their plight…you don’t hear their cries….you don’t hear their why’s….But You Will Hear Mines…..cause I ask out of frustration….and yet I ask despite your prejudice…I ask cause their your victims….I ask cause you’re their terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, not as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….I start by saying….that you’re the most dangerous of the flock….cause you’re not across the country….you’re the one just up the block….your M.O. is to get money….your reasoning I can’t perceive….and why do you blame everyone but yourself…. for the shortcomings you receive….and how can you justify your action…. By saying “I did what I had to do”….laying evident to the fact that you didn’t do what you were suppose to….and now the lack of education….puts you in a compromising position….why get mad when they call you niggers….when you provide their ammunition…and the people of your own neighborhood….become the outlet of your aggression….and why are you on every corner like the stop signs…..but wont heed the message…..why is violence at an all time high….why are you content on defacing your mothers…..are you aware that your killing your neighborhoods….not to mention each other…if I was ever your enemy…than patience would be my route…..I would put a gun store on every corner….and watch you take yourselves out…..can you honestly say that hustling has solved any of your problems….can you not see that it’s the futures of nearby children you are robbing….while not directly…its their mothers and fathers that get addicted….doing anything to get the next hit….and so their lives get afflicted….children becoming neglected….themselves becoming statistics….and why have aspirations of being scarface…..when the truth is it’s not realistic….the truth is you get stuck in the same hood as everyone else….until you’re either dead or in jail…so what do you have to say for yourself….but what I call a bad deal….you call the game….and why try to kill everybody…but not take the time to learn how to aim…some shots go off….but what the hell are you running for….cause chances are….they’ll hit every innocent person…and spare the one they were supposed to be coming for….destruction is your path….so why do you choose not to see it….with all the knowledge in the world…why do you choose not to receive it….its not always the MAN out to get you…cause you play a major part of it….so why do you still neglect to see….that YOU are your own Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….random are the lies…..in the replies….overshadowed by your hatred…..muffled by our cries….wondering why your only resolve for them is to die…..living in fear from not knowing….the next time they’ll feel your wrath….yet the fear they refuse to show….undying on your behalf…and never once have you questioned….what you now choose to believe….I can’t blame you for your teachings….but why are you so naive….have you ever questioned their sincerity….or searched for understanding….with your own moment of clarity….my first thought would be no….as you strap a vest to your chest and prepare to let it blow….with a solemn promise from your teacher….that you’ll be rewarded in the after life…surrounded by seventy virgins…forever in a paradise….and you mean to tell me you don’t find it odd or even strange….that if that place really existed….how come Osama hasn’t done the same….where’s his suicidal mission…why isn’t he already dead….why does he choose to call on you…why is he so deep in your head….find the answer to that question….cause there lies your true nemesis….you’ll find the real war….you’ll find the true Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, neither as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….why is your ambition overpowered by your ignorance…why after 400 years of oppression….you have yet to ask their forgiveness…you have yet to say “I’m sorry”….for past crimes committed…its like no remorse from a criminal…..who has already expressed….that he did it….but now the joke is on you…as I watch you fall victim to another…..and why is your anger….focused on something as settle as color….why is it?.....when something is different from you…it is considered high-risk….”why?”….when they gave you 400 years of free labor….you repay….with…JENA 6….the days where they were slaves….are now far from today’s reality….they’re not asking for any handouts….they’re asking for equality….and why are you never consistent in the things that you do…..like the war on Iraq….and the weapons that you pursue….promises….to bring the troops home…so far from the truth…..cause if you really was looking for weapons of mass destruction….you’d be looking for YOU!.....do you honestly see yourself superior….to others that are unlike you….when your nose breathes….your mouth feeds….and your skin bleeds like theirs do…..you don’t understand their plight…you don’t hear their cries….you don’t hear their why’s….But You Will Hear Mines…..cause I ask out of frustration….and yet I ask despite your prejudice…I ask cause their your victims….I ask cause you’re their terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
Dear Terrorist,
I come to you humble, not as an enemy nor an ally….just as a disciple of misunderstanding…forced to ask the question…”why?”….I start by saying….that you’re the most dangerous of the flock….cause you’re not across the country….you’re the one just up the block….your M.O. is to get money….your reasoning I can’t perceive….and why do you blame everyone but yourself…. for the shortcomings you receive….and how can you justify your action…. By saying “I did what I had to do”….laying evident to the fact that you didn’t do what you were suppose to….and now the lack of education….puts you in a compromising position….why get mad when they call you niggers….when you provide their ammunition…and the people of your own neighborhood….become the outlet of your aggression….and why are you on every corner like the stop signs…..but wont heed the message…..why is violence at an all time high….why are you content on defacing your mothers…..are you aware that your killing your neighborhoods….not to mention each other…if I was ever your enemy…than patience would be my route…..I would put a gun store on every corner….and watch you take yourselves out…..can you honestly say that hustling has solved any of your problems….can you not see that it’s the futures of nearby children you are robbing….while not directly…its their mothers and fathers that get addicted….doing anything to get the next hit….and so their lives get afflicted….children becoming neglected….themselves becoming statistics….and why have aspirations of being scarface…..when the truth is it’s not realistic….the truth is you get stuck in the same hood as everyone else….until you’re either dead or in jail…so what do you have to say for yourself….but what I call a bad deal….you call the game….and why try to kill everybody…but not take the time to learn how to aim…some shots go off….but what the hell are you running for….cause chances are….they’ll hit every innocent person…and spare the one they were supposed to be coming for….destruction is your path….so why do you choose not to see it….with all the knowledge in the world…why do you choose not to receive it….its not always the MAN out to get you…cause you play a major part of it….so why do you still neglect to see….that YOU are your own Terrorist
Syncerely Yours,
Syn
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