The noises

Why do you have to shout and scream and fight and make sure you tell the other person who is right and who is wrong. Why cant all you all shut up for once and think how much it hurts me inside all this fighting.... oh forget it whom am i kidding it doesnt matter what i say itll still be there...

Streets Of Chicago

So much distress up here. The streets i walk on have blood, urine, and people lying all over it. Neat and clean my ass, its just the empty lots that describe the social differences and distances. You are either rich or poor, a well to do living in the downtown area or a not well-to-do living in some are outside of downtown.

"I choose not to live in this world my brothers, for i am better that all of you." Is this how one poses himself. Better than all of you. Since when are we better than all the others and in what ways are we better, is there a scale to measure, or maybe it is one's instinct. How could one human being have the right to believe that he or she is better. Who gave you that right? your success?, your position?, your behavior?, or is it your "Social status?" *Disgusted* We are all created equal then how is one person different from the other.

Who are you to decide the fate of the world? The religion one is to follow and the meaning of "terrorist". It is hypocricy, the mere status of powerful is misused in a worldly sense. Where are you now? Doing what you do best: Talk. You used and abused he status you were given, forgot what independence means in its true form. You are a hypocrite and an overly obssessed freak with nothing in your heart, nothing but a black, hard rock. You violated your freedom rights, your right to speak freely, the first, second and third ammendments. Freedom of speech is misused, since it interferes with safety of you and your aliances.

You are nothing, no more. To your friends i question your loyalty and to your foes i complain. In all you have given many the life they desired.... and to me.... We will see.....

Tejani2

60, 65, 70, 80, and finally a 100. Wind going through my hair as it surfaces through the others. "Look out" one says. As the four legged hero races down against its opponent. "Dont mess, dont fuck with me right now." Not in the mood to do so. Then it happens, it strikes me like a knife through my Heart. Stabs me in the back, kicks me in the balls, looks at me and laughs at me. Reality it is, it slowly and gradually gains speed 100, 105, 110. "Snap out of it" he says "what is done is done" "Now breathe and Blink.... Come on Breathe, Blink." So fear it was.... Interruption a sweet interruption an unexpected interruption.

He asks me "Whats wrong". What's wrong is the whole thing. Everything, Everyone.... "Whoa look out buddy slow down and talk you are going to kill or get killed, whats the matter" nothing lets just head home before i break my own neck...

So here we are home sweet home. *no movement in the direction of home* whats wrong go sleep. Yeah... just waiting for the night to drift by. *Eyes closing, Heart rate slowing down, heavy pressure on his head, sweat poring down, hands going numb, and atlast sleep forever*

Just Fuck it...............