Sunday, September 22, 2013
Johnta Vay
The Internet "Feel Good LP"
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Where Is The Love By @RMGSCEO
Where did the love go?
Where did the love go?
There are times I wake up
In the cold
Not only in the degree temperature
But only in loneliness
There was a time I woke up with the affection of someone
But when end is the suffix of the word
You realize the long life span of having no one
When all your aspiration becomes non existent
Like your future with the one you thought was the one
When your love turns anger
When the sweetness ferment in to bitterness
When your feelings that were once so sharp loses it keenness
You are left to look up at the night wondering
Where did the love go?
Does love fade like the moon?
Does it creep away like the creatures of the night?
Or does it disappear like items after a tsunami?
How can something I never touched come to destroy me?
Why does my mind never give my heart this warning?
The way the absence is tearing through my soul is quite alarming?
Do all the feelings come to harm?
Where did the love go?
Friday, September 20, 2013
Sharing My Pain By @RMGSCEO
Mornings filled with secret hate
Nights filled with belittling words
Expulsion verbs made as vows
As anger flows with every vowel
Sometimes thoughts of violence roam
For all the days of degradation
Every thought of a punch is an I.o.u
Because they threaten recycling
Yet I have no work that warrants counselings
Why am I harassed
Is it the tan lines that works as a brown mask?
Is it the curls that became my hair that makes our differences more aware?
> Is it the lack of fear in my eye?
> Tell me why?
They say they dont like my natural pelo
They want me to resemble their ancestors who stole our instruments and named them cellos
They want me to salute them greet them and say hello
But when we ask for justice equality and peace the verduct is no
So as I take this razor to the brain
Cutting ties with the hair that makes every thing biased and unfair
In the mirror I stair
I feel the cuts that release the blood of anger
The anger ignited by strangers
The anger that makes them scream danger
Because every brain behind a brown face screams terror
Never given enough credit but mocked for errors
So I correct it with removing each folicale
Calming the once volatile
Watching as his top becomes hollow
They belittle him not knowing his sorrow
But they stalk his errors
And the threat of success that follows...
I shave my pain
Is it because im not selling cocaine
Is it because I can proficiently use my brain?
Why am I treated less than the same?
While I contemplate this I shave my pain. ..