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The Ant1-Her0 Project
Ordinary Joe
The Fully-Posable Corporate Yes-man
Had a fear of success, always, far more than rejection
A star's born, bound to fall; doubt forward-direction
Start pouring the alcohol, ground-floor his ascension..
Hope you know his cul-de-sac, 'cause I relate to hate within
I sold my soul and stole it back, then I escaped the gates again
If this is Hell on Earth.. Talk of gated communities
Items that sell as birth, then walks and ages so beautifully
It's Ordinary Joe.. Sort of wary though
So he killed his social network status, 'mortuary flow'
With that little numeral symbol.. Keep the funeral simple
Like their dialogue.. Type a lie, and deny the fog
Hide your eyes at the sight of God
"I'd apply for that kind of job"; righteous guy..
Tight disguise of a spineless fraud
Perfect conservative worker-bee.. Not so fast..
Search the terms of our nursery regarding pertinent service fees
Quality guaranteed, built.. Anywhere but here..
Let me break anyway, live every day, in fear..
They say we're orchestrating evil, but corporations are people too
Coordinating sheeple, and fornicating as we would do
Weapons of mass consumption.. Lacking in substance
That, in conjunction with fact that corruption is vast and destructive
Passive.. Reluctant; lasting injustice; apocalypse?.. Imminent..
America is not synonymous with innocence
Mission accomplished anonymous citizens
We're ordering a latte.. Instead of revolution
And listening to "god-say", what better-said delusion?
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
The Nail That Split The Hammer
I'll decipher the new apocalypse, if worth it to bear
Like the cycle of human consciousness, and birth of despair
I'll search for what's uncertain.. Work on what's there
'Cause what hurts another person, ain't concern for what's fair..
There's no truth here.. Only perspective
And the hopes for the new year are slowly neglected..
Lonely, rejected; evolution of open godlessness
Happy New Years, resolutions and broken promises..
Black cloud, cast-down; city teeming with hopelessness
I am it's weathered soul, showing signs of previous ownership..
Mischievous openness, reeks of devious showmanship
I've found that without faith.. Is easiest to cope with it
And still..? Had a hard time believing you could be that hollow
It ain't the shepherd that bothers me, it's the sheep that follow..
Feed the disease, breeding a greed that swallows
And you think you've got these demons deceived, but.. I know..
Copyright © 2010 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Self-Loathing Narcissist
We walk a thin line between narcissism and self-destruction
What can I say..? That part-afflicted is well-constructed
Hard to fix it.. My heart is distant and disconnected
Starving art insisted a partial image had been reflected
Pieces to a puzzle.. I don't know where to go from here
We're sleepless in a struggle, where no one's over their hope or fear
It's grounds for obsession.. Hear a stomach growling?
That's the sound of recession with countless rounds of aggression..
In and out of bounds now with bouts of depression
Been spinning in and out, around town with doubts and deception
I can't call it...
Sometimes I feel as if we're all but sick and dying
This could be a better place, yall just sick of trying
Feelings I could never shake.. Alternate denial
While you legislate, I medicate, my altered state's on file..
Down with lost souls and the misdirection of pain
Who had found their crossroads where the intersection had changed
And this is no intervention.. This was never arranged
No, this an interjection; a quick expression of rage
They rid us of writ exception.. Fitted the rest for chains
So we'll give in to bigger questions and live for the lesser gains..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
At Arm's Length
The walls are closing in.. The water-line is rising up
The ceiling's getting lower now, and time, it flies and dies with us
The winds will grow colder.. Shoulder the burden
As these kids grow older, know these soldiers are virgins..
The children of men, who had nothing to live for
Just a past love, but that's something to sin for
That's not enough, this vast dungeon'll give more..
I need the pain and chains and things to rearrange this reign of kings
Hundreds run ragged; what'd dad punish the kids for..?
Your father's an angry god.. War monger
Born conqueror; scores wander to change these odds..
I feel doom looming, the looting and shooting-sprees
The grip on the noose loosened, and soon I'll be truly free..
Bare and bleeding, barely breathing, yet spewing so fluently
It's said love conquers all, it's true.. Including me..
You can see, I'm not sure if I'm dreaming..
Torn at the seams, she's not sure if I'm leaving
Still searching for something I'm not sure I believe in..
At war with my demons.. Can't keep from drowning
These wings are holding onto the things that keep me grounded..
The blackening of a heart.. The collapsing of a soul
The scavenging in the dark for the patching on this hole
I just can't see what's happening; the gravity.. Its hold
On depravity is maddening, this cavity..? Is cold
And I'm deep inside myself.. Keeping myself at arm's length
Reach, and I might help; the reason? Why else, a calm strength
I knew it once before.. This truant lust for war..
This useless sin has use again, there's few I've trusted more..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
The Road
A loose-leaf of loose ends, tethering poems
A few reasons you left together alone
And whether I've grown depends on the evidence shown
Or the reverence of better friends who'd set it in stone..
Old flames and venomous thoughts
Cold veins and treacherous loss
Envious of the emptiness, growth-pained reckoner scoffs..
No shame, no blame, so strange the texture is off..
I don't feel the same anymore..
Claim denial, threatening violence
Hollow and vile, heckling tyrant
Feign a smile for deafening silence
Followed for miles by beckoning sirens
And I don't.. Think it's an ambulance..
Meander through the noise in my head
These answers, few, and choices have fled..
Powerless and out of control
Countless, insurmountable souls
Cowered to a mountain of tolls..
And gave up on the voices ahead...
Even though it's taken it's toll, keep focused, stay on the road
Keep going, stay in control, try to keep from swerving out of it
The noises in my head are getting louder, turn it down a bit..
Screw it, turn the music up; medicate and loosen up
Meditate and use it, plus, in truth, I love the sound of it..
Veins full of venom, my injustice grew from the paper
Once what was destructive, now productive use of my anger..
Trust was corrupted, and such is proof of the danger
Once love is a substance, what comforts you is a razor..
Cut back on the poisons that keep threatening your sanity
Run ragged by choices in this menacing calamity..
Brace for the reckoning, every second is damaging
Embrace all that's vacant, that's all you take from it, vanity
Some hollow existence.. Follow the resistance
And break the chains you wallow in to swallow up the distance
Evolution of a coup.. Groups that grew apart
Proof is a best-kept illusion, revolution's in the art
And that's not a revolution, it's true.. But it's a start..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Weekend Revolutionary
Language is to throttle as a scholar is to bearing sin
Anguish in a bottle and my tolerance is wearing thin
God is dead; mom is missing, bobble-heads for politicians
Common sense apocalypse.. Coddle friends and con religion
Knowing it is treason.. Focus on the reason
For mindless consumerism; hold it, open this and breathe in..
....Next stop: Nova Scotia
Xbox, Coca-Cola; ownership is freedom
So, I'm going with this demon, lady; damn it, get your armor on!
"Let's revolt tomorrow, baby, Dancing With The Stars is on.."
Yeah.. Plus, I got work in the morning, too
I guess I'm just worthy of mortgage, and serving corporate goons
When I was a child, knee-high.. All of my wild dreams died
Searching for the promised-tomorrow we borrowed; he lied..
..At least, I got football
Fifty-inch, HD, flat-screen; good call
Should've bought a mirror, it'd be clearer when you stood tall..
..You've misdirected your passion
Standing at a crossroad; "Which direction, I'm asking?!"
Little kids, lost souls, intersection of caskets..
..Where'd our American Dream go?
Constitution? Liberties? That's all terrorist lingo..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Lost In Translation
My issue with religion exists in its limitation
In the divisive traits, and sit-ins with litigation
A grim manipulation and scripture assimilation
That's fitted to a decision with criminal implication..
Why can't I say that in English?
I'll keep carrying blame until the flames are extinguished
Still trying to translate a visual language
While dying to stand straight with minimal anguish
And I feel like I'm failing.. I get so angry
That I can't even think straight, and feel it derailing..
Paling in comparison, America's ailing
Daily, it's disparaging, we're barely aware
And we can't find the clarity to carry it there..
Issues with the government lie in the corruption
Lies and distrust, disguising and abductions
Time to discuss, up-rise and interrupt it
Righting an injustice, time to listen up..
Both are used to gain power and influence..
Misconstrued prowess, cowardice disproven
Time to balance out from malice and misuse
Palaces in ruins, now our towers have been through it
How can I reach you..? Why would you care?
It gets lost in translation in time of despair
Tell me, how can I reach you..?
Why would you care..?
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Bleeding Demons
Hell's sinking.. Swallowed Envy, they're reeling in self-pity
And I really hope this hollow, empty feeling is quelled swiftly
'Cause that's not my heart beating, believe me.. It's a distress signal
Got a large demon to feed and we could be less vigil..
Hear it howl as the sun starts to fall
You should fear the nearest town for the blood marks us all..
Nation of zombies, ungodly and hateful..
You take it; it's not me, but oddly I'm grateful
For the pain that you've caused me.. And all that it may bring
It's true, you did haunt me with talk of such great things
Building success on the backbone of this anguish..
That was home, the last throne you could vanquish
A vast unknown.. Last poem in a language; I'm finally free..
This is all that I am now, and rightfully me..
A beacon of madness where breathing is non-conformity
You leech on the sadness, and teach it to conquer cordially..
Why the apology?.. Fight the ideology
And silently, you’d lie to me, despite divine theology
Surrounded by idiots.. Clowns and insidious people
Countless are hideous, found 'em drowning; this city is evil..
Still, I see the good in it..
Still, I see what could have been
What should've been, what would've been
If you could see the good in him..
You're just too deep in your favorite sin
True.. You needed new demons; brood, sleep, and take it in..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Cancer
For better or for worse, we're forever to reverse
Don't shoot the messenger for lessening your worth
When colluding with these creditors and senators since birth..
Practically.. Actually, imbedded in this Earth
Is our mastery of tragedy, the apathy we've earned..
We practice a feigned indifference, maintaining a sickness
The frame-rate has a glitch, and we're placating the witnesses
Same way we save face maintaining a business..
I'm an American, and still don't know what the dream is..
A war-like people.. Standing fast for God as written
Damned, if not for enemies and manufactured opposition
Hand ‘em back your non-religion, Ordinary Joe..
Cancer mass of politicians promising to stay the same
Taking blood by hand of God, but never taking name in vain
Clever snake is staking claim.. He's so dedicated
Legislative measures taken, medicated saviors
Only demonstrated taking pain.. The system.. Is broken..
Too proud to call ourselves guilty, so the "victims" have spoken..
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Duality
Socialists.. Capitalists, motionless activists
Change clothes, go back totin' explosive packages
Case closed, closed casket, no exposin' these savages
He acted alone.. Need I say CIA's trashin' your home?
They're tappin' phones; "See why they were pacifists?" ..No
Recipe for peace with an appetite for destruction
How can we draw the line between sacrifice and consumption?..
Weapons-free for centuries, passionate strife or nothin'
Let that be their legacy, afterlife is assumption
I've got something better planned.. Some could never stand
The political climate.. Whimsical tyrants
With a couple of clever plans for Biblical violence
Turning hundreds of tethered hands to cynical pilots
It's criminal.. How we give into silence
And ridicule.. It's an instrument of war
And if it's so miniscule, then what'd you implement 'em for?
This is critical.. Queue the resistance
Insist it's the truth.. But it's too inconsistent
Barbaric in nature, this is human condition
Our characters' anger..? Loose in the system
Wicked and disillusioned as it chooses its victim
The system, itself.. Actually demands more
Came to make a stand.. What exactly do you stand for?
Switchin' sides? A picket sign? Exactly what they planned for..
National Defense Authorization Act of treason..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Ordinary Joe
The Fully-Posable Corporate Yes-man
Had a fear of success, always, far more than rejection
A star's born, bound to fall; doubt forward-direction
Start pouring the alcohol, ground-floor his ascension..
Hope you know his cul-de-sac, 'cause I relate to hate within
I sold my soul and stole it back, then I escaped the gates again
If this is Hell on Earth.. Talk of gated communities
Items that sell as birth, then walks and ages so beautifully
It's Ordinary Joe.. Sort of wary though
So he killed his social network status, 'mortuary flow'
With that little numeral symbol.. Keep the funeral simple
Like their dialogue.. Type a lie, and deny the fog
Hide your eyes at the sight of God
"I'd apply for that kind of job"; righteous guy..
Tight disguise of a spineless fraud
Perfect conservative worker-bee.. Not so fast..
Search the terms of our nursery regarding pertinent service fees
Quality guaranteed, built.. Anywhere but here..
Let me break anyway, live every day, in fear..
They say we're orchestrating evil, but corporations are people too
Coordinating sheeple, and fornicating as we would do
Weapons of mass consumption.. Lacking in substance
That, in conjunction with fact that corruption is vast and destructive
Passive.. Reluctant; lasting injustice; apocalypse?.. Imminent..
America is not synonymous with innocence
Mission accomplished anonymous citizens
We're ordering a latte.. Instead of revolution
And listening to "god-say", what better-said delusion?
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
The Nail That Split The Hammer
I'll decipher the new apocalypse, if worth it to bear
Like the cycle of human consciousness, and birth of despair
I'll search for what's uncertain.. Work on what's there
'Cause what hurts another person, ain't concern for what's fair..
There's no truth here.. Only perspective
And the hopes for the new year are slowly neglected..
Lonely, rejected; evolution of open godlessness
Happy New Years, resolutions and broken promises..
Black cloud, cast-down; city teeming with hopelessness
I am it's weathered soul, showing signs of previous ownership..
Mischievous openness, reeks of devious showmanship
I've found that without faith.. Is easiest to cope with it
And still..? Had a hard time believing you could be that hollow
It ain't the shepherd that bothers me, it's the sheep that follow..
Feed the disease, breeding a greed that swallows
And you think you've got these demons deceived, but.. I know..
Copyright © 2010 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Self-Loathing Narcissist
We walk a thin line between narcissism and self-destruction
What can I say..? That part-afflicted is well-constructed
Hard to fix it.. My heart is distant and disconnected
Starving art insisted a partial image had been reflected
Pieces to a puzzle.. I don't know where to go from here
We're sleepless in a struggle, where no one's over their hope or fear
It's grounds for obsession.. Hear a stomach growling?
That's the sound of recession with countless rounds of aggression..
In and out of bounds now with bouts of depression
Been spinning in and out, around town with doubts and deception
I can't call it...
Sometimes I feel as if we're all but sick and dying
This could be a better place, yall just sick of trying
Feelings I could never shake.. Alternate denial
While you legislate, I medicate, my altered state's on file..
Down with lost souls and the misdirection of pain
Who had found their crossroads where the intersection had changed
And this is no intervention.. This was never arranged
No, this an interjection; a quick expression of rage
They rid us of writ exception.. Fitted the rest for chains
So we'll give in to bigger questions and live for the lesser gains..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
At Arm's Length
The walls are closing in.. The water-line is rising up
The ceiling's getting lower now, and time, it flies and dies with us
The winds will grow colder.. Shoulder the burden
As these kids grow older, know these soldiers are virgins..
The children of men, who had nothing to live for
Just a past love, but that's something to sin for
That's not enough, this vast dungeon'll give more..
I need the pain and chains and things to rearrange this reign of kings
Hundreds run ragged; what'd dad punish the kids for..?
Your father's an angry god.. War monger
Born conqueror; scores wander to change these odds..
I feel doom looming, the looting and shooting-sprees
The grip on the noose loosened, and soon I'll be truly free..
Bare and bleeding, barely breathing, yet spewing so fluently
It's said love conquers all, it's true.. Including me..
You can see, I'm not sure if I'm dreaming..
Torn at the seams, she's not sure if I'm leaving
Still searching for something I'm not sure I believe in..
At war with my demons.. Can't keep from drowning
These wings are holding onto the things that keep me grounded..
The blackening of a heart.. The collapsing of a soul
The scavenging in the dark for the patching on this hole
I just can't see what's happening; the gravity.. Its hold
On depravity is maddening, this cavity..? Is cold
And I'm deep inside myself.. Keeping myself at arm's length
Reach, and I might help; the reason? Why else, a calm strength
I knew it once before.. This truant lust for war..
This useless sin has use again, there's few I've trusted more..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
The Road
A loose-leaf of loose ends, tethering poems
A few reasons you left together alone
And whether I've grown depends on the evidence shown
Or the reverence of better friends who'd set it in stone..
Old flames and venomous thoughts
Cold veins and treacherous loss
Envious of the emptiness, growth-pained reckoner scoffs..
No shame, no blame, so strange the texture is off..
I don't feel the same anymore..
Claim denial, threatening violence
Hollow and vile, heckling tyrant
Feign a smile for deafening silence
Followed for miles by beckoning sirens
And I don't.. Think it's an ambulance..
Meander through the noise in my head
These answers, few, and choices have fled..
Powerless and out of control
Countless, insurmountable souls
Cowered to a mountain of tolls..
And gave up on the voices ahead...
Even though it's taken it's toll, keep focused, stay on the road
Keep going, stay in control, try to keep from swerving out of it
The noises in my head are getting louder, turn it down a bit..
Screw it, turn the music up; medicate and loosen up
Meditate and use it, plus, in truth, I love the sound of it..
Veins full of venom, my injustice grew from the paper
Once what was destructive, now productive use of my anger..
Trust was corrupted, and such is proof of the danger
Once love is a substance, what comforts you is a razor..
Cut back on the poisons that keep threatening your sanity
Run ragged by choices in this menacing calamity..
Brace for the reckoning, every second is damaging
Embrace all that's vacant, that's all you take from it, vanity
Some hollow existence.. Follow the resistance
And break the chains you wallow in to swallow up the distance
Evolution of a coup.. Groups that grew apart
Proof is a best-kept illusion, revolution's in the art
And that's not a revolution, it's true.. But it's a start..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Weekend Revolutionary
Language is to throttle as a scholar is to bearing sin
Anguish in a bottle and my tolerance is wearing thin
God is dead; mom is missing, bobble-heads for politicians
Common sense apocalypse.. Coddle friends and con religion
Knowing it is treason.. Focus on the reason
For mindless consumerism; hold it, open this and breathe in..
....Next stop: Nova Scotia
Xbox, Coca-Cola; ownership is freedom
So, I'm going with this demon, lady; damn it, get your armor on!
"Let's revolt tomorrow, baby, Dancing With The Stars is on.."
Yeah.. Plus, I got work in the morning, too
I guess I'm just worthy of mortgage, and serving corporate goons
When I was a child, knee-high.. All of my wild dreams died
Searching for the promised-tomorrow we borrowed; he lied..
..At least, I got football
Fifty-inch, HD, flat-screen; good call
Should've bought a mirror, it'd be clearer when you stood tall..
..You've misdirected your passion
Standing at a crossroad; "Which direction, I'm asking?!"
Little kids, lost souls, intersection of caskets..
..Where'd our American Dream go?
Constitution? Liberties? That's all terrorist lingo..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Lost In Translation
My issue with religion exists in its limitation
In the divisive traits, and sit-ins with litigation
A grim manipulation and scripture assimilation
That's fitted to a decision with criminal implication..
Why can't I say that in English?
I'll keep carrying blame until the flames are extinguished
Still trying to translate a visual language
While dying to stand straight with minimal anguish
And I feel like I'm failing.. I get so angry
That I can't even think straight, and feel it derailing..
Paling in comparison, America's ailing
Daily, it's disparaging, we're barely aware
And we can't find the clarity to carry it there..
Issues with the government lie in the corruption
Lies and distrust, disguising and abductions
Time to discuss, up-rise and interrupt it
Righting an injustice, time to listen up..
Both are used to gain power and influence..
Misconstrued prowess, cowardice disproven
Time to balance out from malice and misuse
Palaces in ruins, now our towers have been through it
How can I reach you..? Why would you care?
It gets lost in translation in time of despair
Tell me, how can I reach you..?
Why would you care..?
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Bleeding Demons
Hell's sinking.. Swallowed Envy, they're reeling in self-pity
And I really hope this hollow, empty feeling is quelled swiftly
'Cause that's not my heart beating, believe me.. It's a distress signal
Got a large demon to feed and we could be less vigil..
Hear it howl as the sun starts to fall
You should fear the nearest town for the blood marks us all..
Nation of zombies, ungodly and hateful..
You take it; it's not me, but oddly I'm grateful
For the pain that you've caused me.. And all that it may bring
It's true, you did haunt me with talk of such great things
Building success on the backbone of this anguish..
That was home, the last throne you could vanquish
A vast unknown.. Last poem in a language; I'm finally free..
This is all that I am now, and rightfully me..
A beacon of madness where breathing is non-conformity
You leech on the sadness, and teach it to conquer cordially..
Why the apology?.. Fight the ideology
And silently, you’d lie to me, despite divine theology
Surrounded by idiots.. Clowns and insidious people
Countless are hideous, found 'em drowning; this city is evil..
Still, I see the good in it..
Still, I see what could have been
What should've been, what would've been
If you could see the good in him..
You're just too deep in your favorite sin
True.. You needed new demons; brood, sleep, and take it in..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Cancer
For better or for worse, we're forever to reverse
Don't shoot the messenger for lessening your worth
When colluding with these creditors and senators since birth..
Practically.. Actually, imbedded in this Earth
Is our mastery of tragedy, the apathy we've earned..
We practice a feigned indifference, maintaining a sickness
The frame-rate has a glitch, and we're placating the witnesses
Same way we save face maintaining a business..
I'm an American, and still don't know what the dream is..
A war-like people.. Standing fast for God as written
Damned, if not for enemies and manufactured opposition
Hand ‘em back your non-religion, Ordinary Joe..
Cancer mass of politicians promising to stay the same
Taking blood by hand of God, but never taking name in vain
Clever snake is staking claim.. He's so dedicated
Legislative measures taken, medicated saviors
Only demonstrated taking pain.. The system.. Is broken..
Too proud to call ourselves guilty, so the "victims" have spoken..
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Duality
Socialists.. Capitalists, motionless activists
Change clothes, go back totin' explosive packages
Case closed, closed casket, no exposin' these savages
He acted alone.. Need I say CIA's trashin' your home?
They're tappin' phones; "See why they were pacifists?" ..No
Recipe for peace with an appetite for destruction
How can we draw the line between sacrifice and consumption?..
Weapons-free for centuries, passionate strife or nothin'
Let that be their legacy, afterlife is assumption
I've got something better planned.. Some could never stand
The political climate.. Whimsical tyrants
With a couple of clever plans for Biblical violence
Turning hundreds of tethered hands to cynical pilots
It's criminal.. How we give into silence
And ridicule.. It's an instrument of war
And if it's so miniscule, then what'd you implement 'em for?
This is critical.. Queue the resistance
Insist it's the truth.. But it's too inconsistent
Barbaric in nature, this is human condition
Our characters' anger..? Loose in the system
Wicked and disillusioned as it chooses its victim
The system, itself.. Actually demands more
Came to make a stand.. What exactly do you stand for?
Switchin' sides? A picket sign? Exactly what they planned for..
National Defense Authorization Act of treason..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Published 19th Mar 2013
| Edited 21st Mar 2013
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It's kind of funny that I find the people most educated on the problems of today through poems. Most people fail to realize that what's said doesn't equal what's true. Rarely do I find poetry that isn't tainted by my own generation. Thank you for writing such honest, true poetry.
22nd Mar 2013 3:28am
31st Mar 2013 3:45am
Right on bro. FEAL you a
Bad nothing but the truth you speak. Dead on. I am an x pow of this HYPOCRATCY you name done and attempted. You will be a le to read my book soon and possiblei interviews. At times I think your speaking of my experiences on the real. Peep out my. Poem only one onany wrote while framed at the break of the war. You got skill. In fact you look like minm pal. Lol. Keep the shit up and stay low tell full time coming. Peace you no the truth FEAL a bit braver than the rest.
Bad nothing but the truth you speak. Dead on. I am an x pow of this HYPOCRATCY you name done and attempted. You will be a le to read my book soon and possiblei interviews. At times I think your speaking of my experiences on the real. Peep out my. Poem only one onany wrote while framed at the break of the war. You got skill. In fact you look like minm pal. Lol. Keep the shit up and stay low tell full time coming. Peace you no the truth FEAL a bit braver than the rest.
19th Apr 2013 11:59pm
Damn Son! I'm speechless... Excuse my speech but you purged in depth...Respect...Keep it coming...Bossy
8th May 2013 5:46pm