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•ETERNAL RETRIBUTION•
When your soul slips,It makes you take more sips,Your essence been ripped as it is,So it makes no damn difference.A spiritual bullet to the head,Caused you to collapse onto the lap of a new threat,Pretending to be attentive,Only to diminish the existence of your light, that was meant to inspire,Instead they lit a fire,That didn’t…
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● MIND at WAR ●
“My MIND at WAR with SPIRITS…PSYCHOTIC SPLIT!”Now, I’m half psychic, with eyes that expose the trifling whotry to stifle with my peace,But there’s no need becausecPTSD never leaves,What the fuck else ‘you want from me?If I’m so ugly why does the incubi keep on walking by trying to catch my eye?But no love resides inside…
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•D E T A C H M E N T•
As the heart rips apart,The pain is excruciating,Cruelty moving through me,Poison that these scorpions donated to me made a home in me,Until my body produced antibodies,That discombobulated what was meant to block me from being alive,Grueling wars aching,Making me nauseated,Lost in a maze of hate from the ungrateful. The psyche getting beat repeatedly,Light depleting when…
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•E U L O G Y•
It’s time to bury’em,No need to dig graves,They already did,Thinking we’d fall in.But instead we ascend,As they descend into the trenches,That matches their stench,Of sulphuric acid and death. God gave us the gift of vision, to see through the facade of these frauds,Who tried to assault us during our walk,From a distance they look amicable,But…
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•P S Y C H O T I C SPLIT•
“Some of us have been operating under a psychotic split to the mind.” Living under survival mode, For many years, it’s hard to break the mold, When constant shots to the spirit have caused you to split, into different bits that left blisters, As I witnessed the sinister ones snickering, at me for succeeding at…
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•N U M B•
Broken one becomes numb, Because of traumas, Multiplied by the times my heart was ripped apart, I didn’t want to feel again, so I’ll remove that sentimental shit from my head, And be cynical and stoic instead, Because that’s how you live without bouts of suicidal thoughts, Pain was always inevitable, Since before I was…
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•V I S I O N•
I realized I don’t need knives, My eyes pierce through you, Exposing the hoes behind the mask, The way you dress doesn’t impress me, It’s all about where your heart rests, Are you heartless? I’ll find this regardless of the honey that drips from your lips, They provoke a menace within faces that’s innocent, hoping…
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•S O L I T U D E•
Solitude is something I’m accustomed to, As intrusive thoughts make its way, Barricading the perimeter of my brain, Making itself home. Replaying the memories I dread, Until I mastered the art of harnessing, These seemingly harmless thoughts, Seamlessly, sleeplessness inspires what I write, Like right now, nocturnal turns all ideas into manifested concoctions, A perfect…
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To Whom It May Concern,
I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my writing. I genuinely hope that it uplifts you. I do this for a reason. My dreams reveal a lot of information to me which inspires me to relay the messages to anyone who may find themselves reading this. I never thought I’d ever find myself…
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“Voice Unheard” – Divine Lyricism In The Works
Currently, I’m working on this project, an album titled, “Voice Unheard.” Just a piece of a song I wrote called “Broken Record.” This is the last half of the 3rd verse.
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•RELEASE from BONDAGE•
Yeah, we’re all human, but we’re also spirit beings, Your soul is buried underneath the flesh, So deep you can’t even reach it. That’s why you feel empty, Until you starve the flesh cravings, then the spirit strengthens, Allowing you to gain control of your bodily autonomy, Spiritual lobotomy, Released from bondage, A carnal migrant,…
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•C O M P A S S I O N•
The intensity of energy sending tingling senses across the membrane, Immense anxiety tension, When I see their faces once again, Nostalgic memories that left stains, A menace to my brain, Had to train my train of thoughts, To stop bombarding me with negativity, That causes my spirit to bleed, My amygdala has no time to…
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•A V O I D A N T•
The eccentric loner hones in on the creative gifts they were born with, Despite being torn from past disappointments, Though it may be hard to cope, scoping on the possibility of hope, Social anxiety comes knocking on our door, Me against the world, Overthinking paranoia, Unseen toxic ammonia, Clouding our perception of reality, As we…
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Let’em Doubt You
No one’s expected to believe in you, only you can fuel that, and the power increases through undying faith and determination that we get from God. We work as hard as we pray and meditate. Everyone doubts you, and that’s perfectly fine. Perhaps, you may have been taken for granted or seen as a joke,…
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Boxing as a Metaphor for Life
“Protect yourself at all times…!” The bell rings, symbolizing the commencement of a bout, By the end of this fight you’ll know what life is all about, Just make sure you make it through without getting socked in the mouth, Keep elbows down to block incoming punches, possible uppercut, Leave no openings otherwise the void…
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L O V E vs L U S T
Some of us confuse love with lust, and end up getting hurt in the end. Life takes many twists and turns, you may not intend to hurt the other person, but it can happen. That’s why we must have self-awareness, so that we never hurt someone again or be hurt. Now what is love? Love,…
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How Dreams Can Heal You
It’s those reoccurring dreams, The ones replaying the same theme, And it keeps repeating until your fortitude exceeds high enough to defeat it, Until you can relinquish the links that chains you to your pain, A strain that drives the mind insane, and it hides, disguises itself as a defense mechanism, When it is another…
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•C O C O O N•
Moonlit skies dyes the clouds indigo, When your mind is inclined to dig gold, Yearning to unearth the gems stuck within, ‘Til it gets struck, no more living in the rough. Do we have to be broken to be made whole? How else can we see within the crevice if it weren’t for the breaking…
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Running: As a Form of Healing Escapism
Just like in that poem, ‘10 Years Ago,’ I was in a dark place mentally, my sense of hope was crumbling bit by bit as the memories of the past haunted me, it pushed me onto the verge of depression. Depression, when you lose sense of existence, Existence feels pointless, The only things that once…
Power Of The Mind – Spiritual Samurai Writes
Scribe Prescribing Healing doses of ●Poetry ●Prose ●Truth Spoken
Power Of The Mind - Spiritual Samurai Writes 