THE LIE Author: KEITH R. WILLIAMS
I drifted into a world of make believe
with visions of grandeur you couldn’t conceive
a place where fairytales do come true
millions of magic spells each brand new
where imagination becomes creation inside of you
then radiates with a certain glow
illuminating as you watch it grow
this magical show called love
was all the things we dream of
yet in a puff of smoke was gone
just memories left to carry on
this masquerade for fools to dance the night away
listening t… Continue

The humiliation of self realization
is my main concern
when we as humans learn
the ability to control our actions
in regard to basic human rights
it is sickening when i think of the injustices perpetrated
the mental slavery is ridiculous
drugs, sex, creation, diseases killing us
from white slavery, to child pornography
religious, and political philosophies
genocide, and warfare endlessly
the ozone disappearing
ice caps melting
wildlife vanishing at a rapid rate
rainforests constantly falling und… Continue

I wake up from a deep sleep on the concrete
wondering if today i’m gonna eat
tired feet hit the streets
searching for a nine to five
hoping i can stay alive
it’s rough but i’ve got to survive
hit the computers in the library
drop a few verses of poetry
talking to my fans who know of me
being homeless strenghtens my mentality
dealing with these streets my reality
washing up in the train station
giving my advice to the homeless nation
imagine waking up everyday with drug addicts
who can’t escape t… Continue

By: LUV2BETTYBOOP



She is beautiful

With a glowing smile on her face

Her hair is perfect not one strain out of place

Nails polished red as always

As she is dressed in white lace

With a rose in her hand

She lays there with such grace



She tries to feel

Feeling nothing



She tries to hear

Hearing nothing



She tries to see

Seeing nothing



She tries to smell

Smelling nothing



She has taken her very last breath

She has fallen to her death



In the Tunnel of Darkness she weeps… Continue

Since I can remember myself
I’ve been going for blood transfusions.
No one bothered to explain why that had to happen
All I knew was that every six weeks I had to go
and stick needles up my arm and transfuse blood
All I knew was that the kids at school called me names
like sick, anaemic and wouldn’t play with me
I remember like yesterday at the age of eleven when my best friend
the one who I shared my desk with came to school crying
after hearing her mum saying
that it’s a shame I will die
befor… Continue