SECURITYS IN A STATE OF CONFUSION
TERRORIST INTRUSION
AMERICANS LIVIN THE GRAND ILLUSION
EVERY HUMANS MOVIN
RUNNIN TOWARDS THE HILLS IN MASS MOVEMENT
AWAY FROM BRIDGES AND SKYSCRAPERS
RUNNIN FROM TERROR CHASERS
FREEDOM IN THE NAME OF A DOLLAH?
MURDER IN THE NAME OF ALLAH?
SOME SAY ITS TO LATE WE SHOULDT BOTHAH
OTHERS SAY ECONOMYS CRAWLIN
FROM THE TERROR UNLEASHED BY THAT KILLAH BIN LAHDIN
YOUR WONDERIN WHY ALL OF A SUDDEN WE ALL AT WAR
IT DOSENT MATTER,ENUFS ENUF,WE DONT NEED NO MORE
GIVE THE KIDS PLAYGROUNDS AND PARKS AND X-OUT THE GANGLANDS
GIVE THEM SPORTS, ACTIVITYS AND AFTER SCHOOL PROGRAMS
YOU KNOW THE FUTURE BE THE CHILDREN WE CANT IGNORE THERE FATE
CANT IGNORE THE TIME, DONT LET IT GETTO LATE
THE HOLIDAYS JUST AINT THE SAME FOR AN OLDER FRAME OF MIND
SO TRY TO KEEP A SMILE AND LET THE KIDS HAVE THIS TIME
KEEP A SHIELD ON THERE INNOCENTS, AWAY FROM CRIME
KEEP UM WITHIN THE BOUNDRIES, AWAY FROM ENEMY LINES
TEACH YOUR KIDS TO HAVE LOVE FOR ALL HUMAN KIND
AND TILL THE END BE THERE FRIEND AND THEY’LL TURNOUT JUST FINE
wow konnart, that is very … poetic. 
It’s a great description of a perspective of modern times.
thanx…i have alot of stuff i wrote, but have been hesitant to post cus it has nothing to do with LD.
but reading some of the other writing’s i said what the hell…
I don’t think you should hesitate at all!!! There are a lot of talented people on this forum and you should consider yourself one of them.
The poem is insightful and good. 
Here is an unfinished poem i wrote while bed ridden…
Flip side of troubled days has its downside,
optimism has its limits,
exhausting out after long bouts with tryin times,
at times foriegn substances kept me smiling fine,
usualy after breaking the crying line,
quietly caught up in silent binds,
untill the silence burst and the violence shines,
jesus christ why, when will things just be right,
over the hill with no horizen in sight,
weakens my will with all of its might,
from every direction feeling the bite,
blindly searching for my righteous life,
is it at all posible,is there such thing as exhaustible want,
all of my existance know this battle,
when one pain gets calm, another will rattle,
never fell from the desperation horse,
becoming part of the saddle , but at last a change in course,
How long will this be going on,
going strong, before it all go’s wrong,
so used to it all just falling apart,
crawled from the start,
never thought i’d be calling the shots,
stalling the art, hoping it will make or break all of their hearts,
trying to shine with no recognition,
since the switchin, anonamously reminisin,
about my days running around like a popped ignition,
who’s calling the cops now,
i freaking made it some how,
its unbeleavable, how uncompatible,
how a life so disasterful,
could be on a path so masterful, so tactiful,
cus nothing is sacred or perfect,
i have made it thru curses,
fleeting moments of hardcore reality,
make it all seem like a dream to me,
is it all deserved, should i keep it foward and not swerve,
what will it all mean to me,
somtimes it all just seems to be,
…
maybe i’ll finish it later, imo its not even all that great,
I think it ends well how it is written now
thanx DA… 
here’s another one i wrote last night…
dont ask me what it means cus i dont know,
it just sort of flows out of me.
.
My sight so easily grasping the easier road to blissful freedom,
to ignore it is a choice made by an unrational mind,
that fails to see the truth in its actions.
On thru the fire walking, fearing that not persiveiring ,
will deny it its own gloryous outcome,
the outcome dreamed for brought on by relentless
pursuits of happiness.
Thought not clouding the vision,
but wishful thinking that forms a dark
unpenitrable cloud of its own,
blinding the truth from bieng spoken,
making the thot on its own,
clear as a sun filled sky.
lonliness like a sunrise shining on
both sides of a cultural fence,
bitterness of arguements long forgotten,
brot up by newer ones,
making verbal imbedded enemys
on an already plagued mind.
oh, how is this disease to be cured,
if invisable demonistic engramic memorys,
corrupt the hour at hand,
unseen and unremembered hurts,
how does one battle what cannot be seen,
what hopes lie ahead…
can i post a poem i have wrote?
sure, why not?
be my guest…
sorry ill post it now.
When the Light Fails.
When the light fails,
The journey across,
The bridge passing,
From the old,
To the new.
Darkness falls,
And all hope flees.
Vengefulness influences
The mind to condemn.
The old left scorned
And bitter.
The new occupied,
With the uncertainty,
Of living in,
Forgiveness, love,
And harmony.
Or existing with hatred,
Hostility and pain
Left with no purpose
But to pursue revenge.
Yet love remains,
Withstanding the,
Resentment the,
Journey bestows.
Love, the guiding Light
Assures the journey,
Is a Success.
Konnart: are you hip hop? Some of those are amazing! Surely you rap em, right? They have exactly the right kind of lyrical flow.
For example:
is it at all posible,is there such thing as exhaustible want,
all of my existance know this battle,
when one pain gets calm, another will rattle,
never fell from the desperation horse,
becoming part of the saddle
= too dope! 
Ok head over to the new thread I’m just about to make!