My Kid is Dying Slowly

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Cries...

Settling on normality that is vague at best
Servicing toasted endings like flavorless bacon pieces
Tasting only the greasing of intellectual properties wrongly processed

I could never understand how a comment can have several point of views
I mean would you eat a shish kabob with multiple skewers?
This is what life is delivering us
Dine on selected jargon to appease the lesser intelligent
Consenting to actions playing for the equality of a Call of Duty franchise
Mind destructing mines

I hear these cries....

Tethered to the winds, sailing across a desert of broken glass
Staining the tips of jagged edges with a matrimony of blood and persistence
Withering skin graphs to fold beneath the pressures of a social recall
Checking the voted actions if they are liable to be held to responsibility
Asking my kid he can breathe

The cries are now salted with emotion....

He pauses so that life can make him a mannequin of deafness to social inequality
Confirming the Vaudeville acts of aggression on common sense and reality
Playing him close that loose arms are bound to the senseless acts of avatars who perform feats of idiocy
Wrapping legs in skinny jeans and sagging asses so his flight of fancy to free himself is grounded to the burdensome task of carrying a varied legacy
Choking him with decisions not yet mastered

I see behind the tears he's turning blue......

Not being able to attain the baseline needs from these de-oxygenated websites
Growing inward to destroy the virus collected through raunchy post of fake asses twerking
I try to keep him sustained with a scuba tank of love and support
But the shark tank is constantly selling word of them being out, leaving him to struggle
I wish that I can reach in to the soul of his battle wrought body, severing the cancer from vital beginnings of his virginal life
But I too fight demons that came from the advancement of a digital environment that it is easier to be trolled than be educated

So I turn to a medical field that is depleted with the results of a failed attempt to equalize it.....

Telling them that my kid is dying slowly......

[Enclave]

Tethered to the winds, sailing across a desert of broken glass
Staining the tips of jagged edges with a matrimony of blood and persistence
Withering skin graphs to fold beneath the pressures of a social recall
Checking the voted actions if they are liable to be held to responsibility
Asking my kid he can breathe


^^^I think this is the part where you were absolutely "feeling it" ... it seems that way at least. Was my favorite.

The piece is pretty deep man.. worth a few times of reading. As a father it kind of took me a few places but also kicked that inner child in me that we never lose, no matter how old we get.

Keep them coming man

[Hottest Vixen]

Best ways express your how feel
you came out so strong with meaning words
coming from your heart
that's part of writing poems

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I mean best ways express yourself

[Sammy]

this is awesome. it read like a love letter, or rather, critique to what we do here on these rap boards. It might be the way SS is going and perhaps the frustration that resulted from the activity (or lack of). Another thing i like was the tone. It kept a bittersweet sort of longing feel throughout the entire. piece. Powerful piece expressed with appropriate metaphors and high degree of emotional content that hits on multiple levels. this is definitely a nomination for me. thanks for sharing.