I decided to get experimental, even for me, so I have no idea if this flows or works right. Its still really fresh, so honest criticism is honestly appreciated. This story is not autobiographical, but it is all too real.



Due to your recent wage increase,
the State of California has decided to increase your
Child Support payment from three hundred to five hundred dollars.

"Wait. You have to pay an extra two hundred a month because you make an extra thirty five dollars? You better hope you don't start making six figures, bro."

A look of confusion and anger,
bitterness and helplessness
intermingled
A Devil's Brew,
an example of how one's greatest love
can become the bane of an existence.

Everything isn't good enough.
Every spare dime, given willingly
because that which was demanded went misspent
but there are certain things which
absolutely must be provided.

"I want your money not your life."

The statement of a bitch;
I use not the term loosely,
or without feral intent.
Grinding to the bone
through a wound
opened by a mistake made
in swerving lanes
a year before an Angel was even born
to tear down a Man (note the capitalization of the word MAN)
among boys
in a world without fathers.

I have witnessed the brainwashing first hand.

"Why doesn't daddy love me?"

He does, little beautiful Angel,
and though you will grow to hate him
keep this message close.

As long as your father and his brothers are alive
you will never need know fear,
and you will never be alone.

"Go to sleep mija, and try to dream of daddy, so that you can remember what he looks like. Good night."

"What is done in love always takes place beyond good and evil." -- Nietzsche

Wow, there's a lot to that..


"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Even if ^this^ is not autobiographical ... it rings with a truth that someone/somewhere can relate to: "With Representation"


~Felt It / Melted / Into the Fabric of Life Itself~


*Great Job*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

defining moments often waken dormant possibilities well, written in the face of impossible situations

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder




www.myspace.com/asiem61

this conveyed some ideas abouT society as a whole from government
structure in mind control, whether it be the welfare system or to
co-exist . . this particular flow of wordz could in fact continue and
should, ever thought about a 'without representation 2'
interesting concept ya got here man . . {}

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they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

I haven't. This was something that has been brewing in my head for a minute until it finally boiled over last week into written form. Most of what I write that I post, I write in the box here... so most of it is brand new when I post it. But since a lot of this story was written over the past several years, a pt. 2 is something I can seriously consider.

"What is done in love always takes place beyond good and evil." -- Nietzsche