From Mr. Matthew J Anders
I am the son ( sun ) descended along the heavens glare amongst the break of day end
shedding light from with in
dark florescent skin
where my soul essence present through out my pen
revising spiritual hems
along a pool of words
where I feel free to swim
diving in salt waters without fins
splashing substance purified along lakes coming forefront toward sins
where I drowned again & again
but still ressed to flow like wave currents
coming full surface objective to tsunami
pulling at force of wind
where I loose shape
crashed along this collision of trials & tribulations
where I took a fender bend
blessed along the grace of god where my fate rest with him
spoken with in emotion blind through out vision
set forth at distance like being far sited gaining closer
where it all depends like per scripted recommended ultra lens
along this chain of fire reaching higher
surpass barbwire
where statistics conquer an empire
strain behind bars & welfare to keep unemployed then hired
to bring judgment toward where fate requires
death falling in the hands of the electric chair to forever be marked a liar
like change can never result slain to forgive a man with out prosecution at slaughter like Michael Myers
spoken in the same breath as Tookie Williams
where became a changed man
but his verdict couldn't fall in the game plan of him ever seeing life again
trying to patch up past mistakes with fixed hands
but isn't life based off forgiving & forgetting
when it was pilgrims who robbed the Indians of there living
the holocaust that brought war raged comities
to our inner cities
taking a squat on ethnic mixing
where u wouldn't want your race to date out side of it
so stop the bullshitting
as we need to stop exterminating
unity relating
stereo typical views where you've been evaluating
pride set aside the hating
& put a halt at flat
where violence raging
to result to world war 3 in the making
tracing more of our troops stationed in Iraq
pacing foot steps awaiting
loosing patience
viewing patients
shedding light from with in
dark florescent skin
where my soul essence present through out my pen
revising spiritual hems
along a pool of words
where I feel free to swim
diving in salt waters without fins
splashing substance purified along lakes coming forefront toward sins
where I drowned again & again
but still ressed to flow like wave currents
coming full surface objective to tsunami
pulling at force of wind
where I loose shape
crashed along this collision of trials & tribulations
where I took a fender bend
blessed along the grace of god where my fate rest with him
spoken with in emotion blind through out vision
set forth at distance like being far sited gaining closer
where it all depends like per scripted recommended ultra lens
along this chain of fire reaching higher
surpass barbwire
where statistics conquer an empire
strain behind bars & welfare to keep unemployed then hired
to bring judgment toward where fate requires
death falling in the hands of the electric chair to forever be marked a liar
like change can never result slain to forgive a man with out prosecution at slaughter like Michael Myers
spoken in the same breath as Tookie Williams
where became a changed man
but his verdict couldn't fall in the game plan of him ever seeing life again
trying to patch up past mistakes with fixed hands
but isn't life based off forgiving & forgetting
when it was pilgrims who robbed the Indians of there living
the holocaust that brought war raged comities
to our inner cities
taking a squat on ethnic mixing
where u wouldn't want your race to date out side of it
so stop the bullshitting
as we need to stop exterminating
unity relating
stereo typical views where you've been evaluating
pride set aside the hating
& put a halt at flat
where violence raging
to result to world war 3 in the making
tracing more of our troops stationed in Iraq
pacing foot steps awaiting
loosing patience
viewing patients
My response:
I much rather gleam among the night
I go away peacefully as you approach
My focus is that of the innocent soul
Where all longs for someone else to hold
Through fear of maybe getting to old
This life is no longer for the living
But more so focused on what and who is giving
Maybe the joy of totally flipping
As in losing your mind
Trying to find
The one that will be there and last a lifetime
Seeking sin to receive guilty pleasures
Excited beyond measures
But follows wherever
This mind will wander to a limitless end
Searching in darkness to find a friend
But to be true to self
Is to only be self
Not visible to the naked eye
Too many will start to cry
For the search is an endless one
Yet we live in this life of unprecedented crime
Where punishment is received but rarely is it prime
But in the skin of the dark
The truth is untouched
The past shall be paid in full
The legal lesson of course
Where authorities can brutally murder
And have no remorse
The basis of which is placed on four fathers
Or should I say fore-fathers
But whose fathers are these
The fathers of our nation
Not the father of this generation
Difference in skin and also beliefs
What then shall we say?
Is true ethics based?
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