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A Series of Aesthetic & Hysterical Events
Ambition into the Abyss
Gone are the days of accepted segregation
But we as a society face never-ending calamity
There is a lack of communications
I was honestly surprised
When I familiarized myself with “black annihilation”
Back in the 60s and 70s
Charlie Chaplin received a 7 minute ovation
And so I beg the question:
“Whatever happened to our ancestral love and appreciation?”
You see, people’s nature was to always keep promises & vows
Now look at the perspective of the world
We are gunning each other down
I am a child that is tormented by the painful sounds of people with tears
But I tell you now that I will rise above their detrimental fears
I will be the change you so pleadingly want
I will not conform to the prejudice
Of a teenager that submits to a blunt
This is a call to the visionaries and innovators
To join the hunt
We will lead with our poly-dimensional knowledge and third eye intuition
I only hope and pray the next kin of us does not lack ambition.
I Just Purchased Depression
I window shopped store bought happiness
It was the peak of summer trends
It seemed to have everyone’s interest
We were all in the clutches of its hands
I walked through the crowds of people
Draped in last season’s craze:
Timid, Low self-esteem and Anxiety
I never cared to break the rules
And so settled for Netflix, Incontrollable emotions and my Sobriety
A woman approached me as I trotted into the store
“What is your message?”
I responded, “I have none but I do have a confession.
I stole ‘slits on my wrists’ from the Suicidal aisle
And ’13 Reasons Why’ for relatability
You have never caught me
Because I’ve been wearing ‘invisibility’ since the start of High School
Though it also works in all other vicinities
I’m bruised by bullying yet smile with glee
And so that’s my story, what is the fee?”
She smiled and said, “No fee due
Because you have already suffered the causes
So just be on your way out and you’ll cut your losses”
“For being a consistent customer
I’ll give you a discount on next season’s invention
It’s grey and quite heavy
It’s called Depression”
My Love-Filled Dimension
Alas, I have found a new lover who is solely divine
She is vibrant and as perfect as nothing
Why is she mine?
Giving me a warm fuzzy feeling
I’m never immune to her presence
The reason I seek happiness
A slave to her essence
She silences a room with her rays of kindness
Every colour, shade and pigment
Experiences a new kind of brightness
My twisted head falls into the abyss as I follow her with my eyes
Almost every time her smile catches me by surprise
At last we are together
And you have my attention
I look at my surrounding
“Mi amour,
I hadn’t the slightest idea we escaped to a new dimension.”
A Haven that is My Mind
Vast in its complexity
It is not in line with the rest of its kind
It doesn’t comply with negativity
This is the true nature of my mind
It has no emergency exits to escape
I am trapped for eternity
I will soak in past inspiration
And thoroughly my plan my brilliant legacy
Dormant from the poison of the outside world
That is reality
Because I know if I am amongst the people
It will distraught my expeditious personality
This place, this place heals my wounds & mends my scars
It allows me to aim as high as the moon
So even if I fail
I can still land on the stars
I have answers to long-asked questions
My soul is at rest
Not like the rest of my kin
Who seek out their vengeance
I will always listen to my thoughts
That resemble the roads you will find
You perhaps should look both ways
Before you cross my mind

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