Little poem of mine

[mike tyson]

Spiritual Justice

If I may stay as one,
without my soul, mind, and spirit.
Then what will come of life?
Will I be reduced by society to dust,
with the voice of the people to blow me away?

I must not allow this.
I must find the epicenter of the storm within,
and crack my shell to release my heart.
With this power I can shine
I must shine and let my body effervesce.

The boiling inside and the cracking of skin climax at once.
My spirit, mind, and soul are found.
From this I take what is mine,
creativity and art is back within my hands.

I will use my power against them.
The vampires, leeches, and pirates crawl in defeat,
cracked and empty.
For the tables are now turned, my body is one.

And I still may...

[Rice]

like i said before, i like a lot :)

[the reverend]

Nice... :)
Very artsy. abstract.

Me likes.
Keep 'em coming!

[euthanasia]

Grab it, just grab it
Use all your will, throw it away
Or it will sink you
Far too long it has been
By your side, corrupting yout thoughts
It si time to let go
So murder that part of you
Then we can go on
And pass through the door