InstructedA Poem by N_dot_AIMLESS
Instructed, as in some one told you to do it, so you said f**k it
Not of your' own volition, without them you would say nothing No thing, nada damn thang, just like a slow jam, bunch played out words No meaning, I'm a room with four walls, no ceiling You inside the cube, claiming that out of the box thinking You wana talk about struggle, how about, blood sweat and hustle Soreness in the muscle from lugging around a bundle of love No sleep, no drugs, handling every bit of stress with a shrug Because, that whats you do, unconditional love, that is the truth You think I'm lacking, but you wouldn't know love if it was smacking you in the face But I know nothing, nothing is exactly how I say it is, I will love you until the day you live, and the day you die there after I just won't subject myself to that there, no more fan fare Cheering each other on as we slip down a black whole It's like a train that keeps on coming and coming until the tracks show Love is not, helping each other rot, the now is our present, You just got selfishness in a box, selfless you are not Helpless you are not, smell what's in the pot, steaming Seeing is believing, doing is being, and acting is deceiving Dreaming is panhandling, so quit the damn rambling Every thing happens for the camera to catch it candidly Instruct yourself, sober up, notice that's your own hand f*****g yourself Acting like it was some one else, dutch rudder, the intention is the same No more games to be stuck under, I was just a crushed lover, heart broken Until I realized I was choking from a self inflicted notion That someone els was controlling, ME These are MY thoughts, MY choices, MY path, MY voices MY intention, I own it, MY magical bean stalk, real talk I've grown it From a seed, buried in weeds, I've been tearing at seams,and it seems I've navigated past all of the scariest screams, Your' turn, time to pass the torch, your' burn Your' burden, your' jail, your' warden, no warning The mind has no borders, just a remembrance of the existence Of a border from a previous instance, distorted by the mind in an instant Perception is a weapon of inception, our minds are the battle ground Put your' name on the sign in sheet to check in It's a recollection, as in connecting again what was already collected Check it my friend, do you feel the distance in this instance Silently I took a vow of health, I was sick of the sickness So me and anyone who lives it, are splitting like twix's
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Added on March 5, 2015 Last Updated on March 5, 2015 AuthorN_dot_AIMLESSSuburbia, COAboutNameless not Aimless Used to be an apparition Now It's time for some changes Out with old, cold In with the new, truth more..Writing
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