"THE CANVAS"

Shades of gray painted in the
canvas..Talking back! comments outlandish..Words vanish, and return to
the owner..Was mostly a loner, traveling down highways searching for
answers..Raised with morals and manners with a distinct intellectual
advantage..In between the circle and lines, trapped behind the finished
colors representing what is discovered among us..With every touch and
every tear that rolls down, Find strength in what is meant to have us
bound..A tortured frown underneath smiles when indeed in front of the
crowd..No one knows the pain that is carried or the weight that is
leveled on the shoulders of a rebel after the dusk settles..Scientific,
Nawh! Bible laws pierce the jaws of these fake ass frauds who pretend
to understand the cause we live every single day the earth evolves..The
sun, moon, and stars are where my images cry while humans convincingly
lie and soldiers plus children continue to die, WHY?..."EYE FOR AN EYE" , some reply..The mortal vibe is distorted within the portrait..Budgets blown way out of proportion, Slow Down!
flashing lights signaling Caution, Miracle babies breathe their first
breath even after Mothers hit the clinic up for abortions..Media false
pretenses, this is just a precaution..Pass judgement on thee American
Public while they climb ladders making a fortune on the cover of
fortune..Later found out they was snortin, money was lost, and certain
figures getting extorted..Even if the Bullshit is recorded the whole
story isn't reported..Truth hidden never revealed just swept under the
rug to be Miseducated like Lauryn Hill..Murderers roll around like a
regular 9 to 5 job to kill.."Will innocent lives be took in the Crossfire?"..Bullets don't have names..Probably
Will!!!...I know most feel how I feel..Disgusted at the senseless
non-respect for Life that gets buried in trenches, Left for families to
mourn..Grief! unbearable and endless..Painted visions tormented in the
picture darkened by the light as the bulb begins to flicker..Emotions
become bitter as the old you begins to wither, Heart becomes cold like
winter and revenge is still best served frozen like T.V. dinners..But
they are no winners when it comes to seeing the blood and splinters
under the nails of sinners..Staring into the eyes of the outer profile
can be so foul once you dig deep into the soul bowls..What is seen on
the inner surface hardly emerges concealed tight as a virgin no person
never fully understanding what is behind the walls of the curtain..The
beast is just waiting there lurkin..Is "CHANGE GON COME" for certain..Up in the clouds I looked, conversations with "Sam Cooke" ..
No longer shook as death provided him with the answer to the question he
cried..As now he knows better than I what languishes beyond the
sky..Heavens Paradise! Hopefully one day I'll make it my permanent
station..Where I may sit in the presence of God, loved ones, and Our
leaders that were prematurely taken..From the time of my existence on a
day to day basis, this is only part of the equation of man's
invasion..Set up on the "CANVAS" upon the hand my conscience eye has witnessed and created.....

"THE CANVAS"  By Rashine McKoy