You can hear the tears of a killer if you listen for the silence. I grew up in an asylum, and my attitude reflects the violence. Its hard to be friendly with people that differ from me. Im not into material things, keeping up with the times isnt for me. But I can show you how to survive with only your instincts to keep you alive. Came fom a troubled home so the streets was fine for this lone wolf, indian tribe bloodline running through my veins [Im] from the bottom so i get high. Most of the time its just to get by, clearing my thoughts until success is the only thing on my mind. Instead of following the [in]crowd i walked the [out]line. Skeptical from seeing the outcome of, the blind leading the blind. It came to a point where i had to decide. Whether or not to leave behind guys too soft in the heart, too weak in the mind. Experience burned my heart black. [That] should explain how I ended up on this path, without direction not even a map. Poetry was all i had my therapy when i got mad. Turned emotion into words, my attempt at being a better me. The pen was my sword, it gave me ABILITY. My story is like confession so through the ink i set my sins free. I prEy on my enemies as my demons find peace. Because my adversaries combat me when my attention is at ease. Speaking of which, its a twist even if, you never enlist you still become a soldier in this. Hi. Im the militant ci vili an. Because when life is a war zone death is on all sides. And innocent by standers just become casualties standing by.
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social seer says: A lot of deep material here. Grist for the mill. So you're rich in a certain way. |
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY SquareRootz
untitledI wish her journal had a name how crazy would it be if ‘journal' was her name Maybe - all I kno is Im adding fuel to a sparkling flame a jewel by any other name… A wordsmiths envy even if only through imagined accents as I read through her body of work like some rite of passage thank you for your spillage RootZ if you were asking Excuse my admiration I hope its OK that I pay respects to your passion its an inspiration Amazing this sensation of sustenance when life can be such a its so refreshing to kno real women still exist …even if only through imagined accents…  |
🙃I rather be lonely than used communication in dating is lost we seemed confused This beef between us is petty just a cycle of feuds You have your issues with dudes I have mine with women too That don’t mean we should use these experiences as a standard I want to grow with and understand you this drama is haphazard I wish technology was advanced enough for me to read minds But since we primitive imma need you to translate as I read between the lines Breathe for me one time. ease my mind Let me kno that you invested in sharing my time Ill give you the best I can offer whether it be security or the valuables in my coffer Im not a rich man and I may never be so I need to kno if that’s acceptable If not ill let you go and ill continue on down this road alone Whats being broke we already broken I only hope then When - my words fall they wont be misspoken Im hoping ... |
SORRYnotSORRYIts outrageous how they slay us over traffic stops for minor violations what happened to black people being courageous Nervous cops firing iron shots from plastic Glocks or deadly volts of electricity from Taser pops White America! as a system how are you so afraid of these so called cop killers while at the same time protecting killer cops from prison Turning Justice's blind eye to justify the reason why – what the *** do you mean by comply? When standing outside my own home is a crime why am I harassed it wasn’t my people that created this war zone – whats in your past? Often we tend to overlook the flaws within changing the narrative of certain origins Just so outcast are allowed to pretend like our problems don’t extend from a time when they helped shackle our kin Poverty is the real threat but instead of addressing that they patrol our communities looking for minorities to collect The prison system gets privatized and nobody bats an eye when do w... |
Sativa DreamsI exhaled to expel thick clouds of burning twigs, as i raised my cup and took a swig. Sitting in the crib gone with the wind, in transit staring at my eye lids. Drifting but driven and determined to solve the who what whens, wheres and whys. instead i visualized, the irony in the rheteric from these self help lines. i exchange this gift of gab with me myself and i. failing to understand where i fit in i let the ball drop, for in my attempt to make sense of this puzzle i ventured outside the box. So just like the coo coo in the clock, into the rabbit hole went the fox, to seek the answers my future self forgot. That place im still in [a (maze). I (meant)] im still in this phase, where wounds never heal but memories fade. Everything is black and white, [like] twlight zone episodes from way back in the days. At a time when i had friends, although its hard to say exactly when it happened. One day i just decided to separate the plastics in my trash bin. Now those that i once held... |
Pain ExplainedYou can hear the tears of a killer if you listen for the silence. I grew up in an asylum, and my attitude reflects the violence. Its hard to be friendly with people that differ from me. Im not into material things, keeping up with the times isnt for me. But I can show you how to survive with only your instincts to keep you alive. Came fom a troubled home so the streets was fine for this lone wolf, indian tribe bloodline running through my veins [Im] from the bottom so i get high. Most of the time its just to get by, clearing my thoughts until success is the only thing on my mind. Instead of following the [in]crowd i walked the [out]line. Skeptical from seeing the outcome of, the blind leading the blind. It came to a point where i had to decide. Whether or not to leave behind guys too soft in the heart, too weak in the mind. Experience burned my heart black. [That] should explain how I ended up on this path, without direction not even a map. Poetry was all i had my therapy when i ... |
Perfect WorldMy demographic is under attack Gentrification of neighborhoods i wouldnt recognize if i went back Only memories of running free through the city streets Me and my ragtag gang of friends, the fun never ceased With my own eyes i witnessed the change in my community The jungle i used maneuver through so fluidly, is no longer what it used to be Where i earned my bones by becoming a factor in a faction of foolery Because of me many mothers grieved Unfortunately no amount of apologies can make up for our stupidity Looking back its crazy that i lived to see myself succeed Im writng this at 32 i should of died at seventeen But i survived many things that would be hard to conceive And through it all i have come to learn one thing Its how ironic it must be When we go to war in the name of peace |
The LineThere where IT lies beneath disguised In the shadows where my demons hide Its clear to me that my innocence is on THE LINE I thought i had freed myself - my emotions compromised Though i feel as if im still bound, confined by time Happy dreams i have come to despise because those are the dreams that tell the biggest lies Over time through open eyes ive come realize This is where my happiness has come to die I have searched this place many of times Trying my best to find a way back across THE LINE That separates that world from mine But when i wake that world i chased is left behind So until im of one mind ill continue to be undefined As i walk THE thin LINE... |
Courtroom BLUESTwo feet... Ten minutes... Three feet no pressure Payments or classes and for some even detainment A room of unfamiliar faces searching for a familiar gesture All i need is an extension for missing my arraignment Whether it be for a misdemeanor or felony. Never matters there's always a fee The waiting is taking its toll, my lack of patience overwhelms me I fight the urge that compels me to act out disorderly Just as i reached my boiling point i hear... 'window 8 please' I approach ecstatically only to be told quite rudely- This is the wrong line sir! Over there is where you need to be! Two feet... Ten minutes ... Three feet no pressure finally a face in the window locked eyes with me Who me? Could it be, hopefully... ...on second thought - i angrily thought IT ***ING BETTER BE!!! |
The Decision of DestinyMy heart bleeds for peace, understanding, and SOLITUDE. Quiet tears i shed, i am CONSUMED by this flame that i try to SUBDUE. I love and I HATE, to the point i detest the very thing i should APPRECIATE. For all i am is but ripened fruit, falling as the stem BREAKS. I so long the day that i can finally pull AWAY, however im obsessed with a dragon i can never seem to SLAY. The saga is unnerving, like a dream that becomes a nightmare after the third DAY. Burried memories i once crucified. RESURRECTED, crucial side effect from all the years of having my behavior ADJUSTED. Is there no sympathy for this child life REJECTED and [good will] NEGLECTED. INFLICTED, his eyes the only sign of the darkness hes LIVING. His innocence hidden, its voice silenced, its name FORBIDDEN. Still he yearns to be FORGIVEN. Unfortunately this jungle is no place for a conscience to [live] IN. He tries but i shoo him off, its too late for his NONSENSE. I've payed ultimate for those broken PROMISES. Only my worse... |
Happy Heart DayWhats love, A traffic jam During a heat wave In a beat up trans am No ac windows rolled almost all the way up On the way to Disneyland welcome to the club... |