Rogue

I am falling asleep inside.
So many questions inside.
A maelstrom of thoughts, feelings, and emotions molest my soul.
Organizing this mess sometimes progresses but recurrently ends up with my soul as cold as coal.

Imitation, creation, and loss of motivation.
Perception and erosion effecting corrosion.
Working hard to create a facade to create complement to your judgement of whom I should be.
Caring more about this facade than what my own character should be.

I am an actor in my own extraordinary story.
Alas I am only half of the main character in my story.
You create the other half.
Do I really have control?
Sometimes the actor acts without motivation of my soul.

Looking out to the world, hate in other's eyes.
Feelings set in and create emotional lies.
Blind to our own monstrosity we discriminate and twist.
Looking back we ask what it could have been we missed.
The rise of malevolence silently distressing the thoughts
An evil in the heart rising inside that the soul has caught.

Such a force inside for the soul to control
Subtly driven inside, slowly turning the mind into a fool.
But hey it says you are a good person these thoughts are just thoughts.
Stealthily it hides. The malevolences inside.

In us all a hidden rogue.
Undiscovered a corrupter of man
But it is said the man does all that he can
A subtle beauty in the mosaic of forces at work.
Slowly working on the man.

It is the soul that decides how to feel
When a turmoil grows inside, it is the soul that chooses to reel
It is in a choice
We create an illusion to ourselves with but one little voice.
An illusion we strive to protect.
The illusion in the facade we create.
A coalition of lies to ourselves.
In this a deep evil we fail to respect.

Insecurity rising inside.
It is you who must respect the house in which I reside.
Should you not then hostility will ensue
For my view is unconditionaly to be your view
In this hostility a great hatred is nurtured.
For if we cannot agree, the multitude of us together can never be
The hatred is righteous for it is for my cause.
My ideas unquestioned are to be respected.
For my ideas I will protect at any loss
It is you who is a threat not accepting my belief.
It is you who posions the tree and it's every leaf.
I take action because I care, but this reason is an escuse.
Blinded in my passions and my emotions I am deceived by the dark side of my heart.
I no longer need ask what is Virtuous, for I am a justice of good.
My judgement is unquestioned. Undisputed. I am the judge.
It is my responibility to fight what it not righteous, and what is not righteous is your ideas.
I know I am unmistakable in my belief
My ideas and beliefs are all I need.

Aug 19, 2009

Dan Le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip - Angles



Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.



My name’s Mark, I go to Uni and College, don’t socialise that much, I just revise and use knowledge. At times I find that hard become a virtual recluse and let my belt of interruption hang decisively loose. But I came here to learn, that’s the life that I choose and if people think I’m boring then they can bring their abuse. See, a lot of people think I’m boring and say that maybe I’m a weirdo and maybe I’m gay but that’s cool, ‘cause when I get a good job and good pay I’ll get a house for just my brother and me some day. That’s the reason I’m here, just to build for the future. If it means better grades I’ll even sleep with my tutor.



Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.



My name’s Paul, I’ve been a guard for six months and the shop that I guard is better than most dumps and I like it here, my boss is a pro, he’s taught me tricks of the trade other guards wouldn’t know. He’s taught me in this game there’s some rules you gotta bend and not to forget these thieving pricks ain’t your friends and appearance is key there’s a message to send and above all it’s your fellow guards to defend. The other day my boss was stabbed by some low-life psycho, He’s in hospital now so every night that’s where I go, he’s on the brink but he’s showing no fear though ‘cause if he dies there, he’ll be dieing a hero.



Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.



My name’s Keith, I ain’t so much a racist. But when I reach out my hands I decline the place. I work security in a shop, in charge of 5 other guards, I got all their respect ‘cause I run this shit hard. I nicked one kid today, didn’t show enough respect and attention. I grabbed him by his neck as my form of redemption. Didn’t do no harm, just made sure that it hurt, it ain’t going by the book but believe me it works. Then I sent him on his way, this little shit knows the score now. I saw a little bit of fear, he won’t darken my door now. That’s what I do, stop these kids from decline, do what their parents won’t do. Put down some boundaries and lines.



Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.



My name’s Billy. I’ve been beaten since I was three, Mum died when I was born and Dad takes it out on me. He ain’t a bad man, He just gets drunk and feels alone, I tend to go for walks and hope he’s asleep when I get home. Don’t like to talk about it though. As I said, it ain’t his fault, it only happens when he’s drunk as a last resort. Tried to get him a gift, to show my support, but had no money and I stole and I guess I got caught. At times like that, I tend to switch of my mind, stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind. I seemed to anger this guard, he put his hands around my neck, he said it’s time for me to learn some manners and respect. It hurt. I’ve had worse before, it made me realise life is just a series of wars. I went straight home that day and locked the bathroom door. Took a blade to both wrists, they won’t hurt me no more.



Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.



My name’s Mark and today I was told my brother is dead. I returned home from university, tears on his bed. On his pillow I found his suicide note and read what had happened that day and what had fucked up his head! The anger I felt there are no words to express, I filled with so much rage there is no way to digest. I grabbed a knife, I went to town, it was time to regress. Back to an eye for an eye, last breath for last breath. I went straight up to the counter, I said I’d like to speak to the guard who nicked my brother on Tuesday of this week. As the girl knocked on the door and disappeared out of sight, I put my hand in my pocket, gripped the knife tight. This was it, as she pointed me out to the guard, My hand began to shake I held the knife so hard. As he approached me, there was nothing to say. I stabbed that Fucker eight times, before they could take me away.



Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem, there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.

Aug 11, 2009