A Poem

Sitting idly as my people lose all decorum,
Faith, and hope while awaiting the NOVUS SECLORUM.
Using ALL available resources for my forum.
I leave meaningful posts but you'll just ignore 'em.
You should store 'em. Instead, you just let them pass.
You need to learn something to get you off of your ass,
So, that life doesn't leave you as it pasts.
Remember:
GOOD LOOKS FADE BUT KNOWLEDGE FOREVER LASTS.

-SLR

ME: a poem

I'm illuminated but at no degree
if I was to choose a number it'll be higher than 33
my third eye's open strapped with a spiritual sheath
I watch the tube but fnords don't get to me
see knowledge above all is more my taste
you know a mind's a terrible thing to waste
I stay on cloud 9 no need to lace
& when I burn the tree its always to the face
a lotta ya'll mufuckas don't really like me
could give a fuck too multidimensional; no DMT
I think there's too much adrenochrome inside of me
you mundanes are blind; the unseen's insight to me
known as a pagan & bruja; you know a witch
but I'm more of open minded, uncouth bitch
that's too busy to watch you; tryin to get rich
cuz at the top of the pyramid is where I sit
laughin at the ignorant; ya'll funny to me
sometimes I wonder why I pay DIRECTV
hilariously laughin cuz you really think that you're free
hypnotized by MTV, VH1, & BET
illuminatin & imitating ya favorite idol
not realizin that you are your only rival
everybody & they momma wants a fuckin title
go hard cuz only a few can make it to the finals
I was slipped the red pill instead of the blue
its all about knowledge, baby; no SOO-WOO
neva needed a gang; that's the definite truth
& I ain't even write this for the fuckin booth
just lettin it be known who I be & that I stands alone
I'm the Queen of my colony not a fuckin drone
no need to prove it cuz the shit is shown
I'm the prototype; go 'head be anotha clone.......

I Wish Someone Would Have Told Me - A poem

Little girl...yes, you little girl...open your eyes.
Know that you are more than what's between your thighs.
Know that you are more than just your size.
See beyond the deception and the lies.
It can never be too late to realize
what you are worth in your own eyes.
Or be faced with your own surmise.
Self destruction is where we succeed without tries.
And, boy, how quickly time flies
As you deplete your esteem and swallow the lies
That were fed to you and were sweet like pies.
Yet, a bitter taste will soon arise
Stagnant; regardless of tries.
Creating a hole of magnitude size.
Feeling low with self each continuous buys.
This is where ego and spirit collide.
This is where ego and spirit must divide.
And I don't consider myself any type of guide but
Look in the mirror; that's all I'd advise.