Retrospective introspection of adolescent rejection
Unknown unknowns bringing about dejection
Natural laws defied, rather cerebral selection
intellectual suppression
Emo-physical neglections
Literary merlins
Anahilating virgins
With passive thoughts of being great
But the system has already labelled them late
Believe in fate. or be it fate
You pledge allegiance to a mummified state
So bow down your head and pray
For
Am i a grain on a cob,
seamlessly place on a row without fault ?
Am i an indecent thought,
quickly dispelled without answer being sought ?
Am i a grain of sand on the beach,
as a whole or individually ordinary?
Tuff assassin
the ever clever server has studied his prey
and prepares for action like a call to pray
the beautiful duck sit in grace
unaware of the eminent fate
elegant and plump
the hunter thinks of how largely w he is to gain when this Duck he had caught
the Duck on the other hand was in a mental cage
and its only struggle was surviving the day
unaware of it role in the ecosystem
is about to end up in a digestive system
hunter, feared by the duck, prepares his shot
hiding in plain sight will aide him achieve his cause
with the tool of colt the deed is done another Sitting Duck dies under the Sun
tuff assassin
Photo is by micheal bedard
torn cables
on the wrong tables
brain is unstable
hand is very able
picks up the pens from the side of his bed
scribbles down shid and then blows off his head
tuff assassin
G.E.E.K
Balma’s idea
Walking towards the minaret she feel the guilt
Of annihilating a vessel the creator built
Five minutes of pleasure, eternity of shame
Judged by all, but is she really to blame
For pushing the metal into her vagina and end the torture
Surely she woulda been insulted and antagonised by the doctor
Her friends put up a facade, like they dont judge her
Faced with the choice of being a teenage mother
She’s bitten the hand that feeds, how can she feed another
Everyone shuns her company, even her own lover
Its sad
Tears form gullies all along her cheeks. No comfort comes with these salted seas
Its hard
“but is it really a sin to kill my own seed?
its not like it my only”
Justified or unjustified, she gotta live with it
The stigma is a scar on a warriors cheek
The Taboo is a viable option, though it may seem bleak
Tuff Assassin
G.E.E.K<b
Giving Enlightenment Entertainment and Knowledge
*telling stories that no one relates to*
Set apart like the legs of a tripod
Her inner glow is radiant all over him
Her subtle gestures he did not over write
His hearts filled with an emotion as he held up his chin
And uttered the words that to some is delight
There and then those words did she twin
Sparks flew, flowers grew the love which was once innate
Is now an orchid seedling bursting through Manhattan’s busy streets
With Daughter of the third a bond existed with no debate
And she was certainly bringing out in him a John Keats
She held his arm and pulled him close
And on his black lips planted a kiss
She looked into his eyes which were turning into a molotov
And they both could see this was all bliss
Somewhat a miracle like MANA falling from the heavens
Now that he was holding her it will be hard for him to let go
tuff assassin
@the_realest_Me
G.E.E.K
Giving Enlightenment Entertainment and Knowledge
*suicidal thoughts creep up for notorious reasons
Big Ups to the Lord, Hell will never see my genius*
Mirrors dont tell you what dey see but what you want to see
Everything is in 3.142 but its not all that you can see
Tears fill his eyes as he departs from his master
Not knowing there is more that he has to master
It is out of love that the ingredients for the diamond are hidden near the core
Out of all the pressure , heat and time emerge a substance rivalled by all
A Ronin in its own sense sets the mark for all
Handled poorly by the savage hands in sierra Leone
Not knowing the true worth of the Gem they own
Misguided by the corrupt officials its journey is rough
It even doubts for what reason in to this hurtful world it was brought
But the fact that its the master of all gems sets it apart from all
Atomic bombs , volcanoes? hurricanes and it will only evolve
Like the Burj-Al Arab emerging from nothing
But the will to succeed places it above something
By the Almighty’s nebulous needle will always point
in a direction our laterite minds cannot behold
the Ronin will be a master of its own
treasured , loved, adored, but regardless never ALONE
tuff assassin
@the_realest_Me
G.E.E.K
Giving, Enlightenment, Entertainment, and Knowledge
The Lost Scrolls 