11/1/11
Yosha Shoham: The Green Lady
Yosha Shoham: The Green Lady: The green lady, Hates to be reminded of her SIN'S, BUT she does them over and over, and again and again. ...
Yosha Shoham: When The Summer Comes
Yosha Shoham: When The Summer Comes: The aroma of GUN powder every hour fills the air with smoke, enough to make a WEED connoisseur choke. WHEN THE SUMMER COMES. BLOOD...
Yosha Shoham: America...
Yosha Shoham: America...: You are a NIGHTMARE that assaults my innocent sweet dreams. The JAGGED ROCK in the soul of my worn down shoe. The BITTER taste...
America...
You are a NIGHTMARE that assaults my innocent sweet dreams.
The JAGGED ROCK in the soul of my worn down shoe.
The BITTER taste in my day old coffee.
The JUDAS who betrayed the one who saved you.
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You are a GREEDY lech that sucks the hope from the living souls of men.
The FRUSTRATION that gives power to my cheap ballpoint pin.
You are a CALLOUS pimp that prospers from the sweat of my brow.
The MERCILESS bully that steals the stale bread from the starving child.
You are a roaming KLEPTOMANIAC that pillage the villages of foreign land.
An oil thirsty BEAST with a heart of stone that torments the lowly man.
You are AMERICA...Hell on earth.
8/17/11
Obama, The Honey Moon Is Over
I think it's time we stop romanticizing over Obama and start holding him accountable for his lack of empathy toward poor and working people.
7/21/11
Why Smile?
How can you abandon your own child and expect for him to smile?
You smile, because you have no worries.
They smile, because they are affluent.
But why should I?
Rain falls upon the crown of my head day and night.
Dark room filled with gloom void of light.
You say, “stand strong and continue to fight.” But I’m bogged down by the weight of my plight.
BILLS, BILLS and more BILLS!
Thick bushes and steep hills.
A bicycle with square wheels.
Pay those bills! Walk on! Climb on!
Peddle faster and be strong!
Mental exhaustion has really over taken me.
The bills, The rain, The dark room devoid of light.
THE bushes, THE hills, THE bike with square wheels.
MAN I’M EXHAUSTED!
Could you carry me until I build my strength?
Once I rest, then maybe I can start all over again.
When The Summer Comes
The aroma of GUN powder every hour fills the air with smoke, enough to make a WEED connoisseur choke.
BLOOD stained concrete lie beneath the soles of my feet.
SIRENS blaring so loud, can hardly hear myself think.
WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.
SIRENS blaring so loud, can hardly hear myself think.
WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.
GHETTO kings and queens, awaken from their long hibernation, to wreak HAVOC and CHAOS throughout the slums of the nation.
Look at the TREPIDATION upon the people faces!
WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.
BODIES dropping like autumn leaves from trees.
Young and old women clinch firm their purses, protecting them from THIEVES.
WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.
Street boxing bouts, the CRIES of a mother who just lost her child SCREAMS and SHOUTS!
Young children wondering WHY their parents wont let them out the house.
WHEN THE SUMMER COMES.
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