The Illusionist
by Aset5



You were quite the illusionist
with your gift to twist a persons perception of reality
and I like many others were fooled by your charms and mystery
You see I was held spellbound just by the sound of your voice
and when you ask me to join you on your stage I agreed
because I was honored to be your choice

As I became your faithful assistant
I learned to listen to all your commands
I wore what you wanted me to wear
and I stood where you told me to stand
and with just one wave of that 8 1/2 inch wand in your hand
I would foolishly bend over backwards
until my pride and self-esteem were fractured
but at the time that didn't seem to matter
 because our act had potential
Family and Friend thought I was mental
but I was just hell bent though
on making you "us" work
so much so that I ignored all the hurt see
and when the curtain opened I did a polite little curtsy
for the crowd
As you greeted them with your gentleman's bow
From sun up to sun down
we showcased all over town
and I don't know how
but you had me levitating and negotiating myself worth
from conception to birth
and from birth to my spot right here right now on this earth
and you would think that after awhile I'd learn
that even sunshine can burn if you get too much
but I was too dazed by the touch
you called "Love"
and before I knew it you had pulled 2 rabbits and a dove
from my hat
and that was the trick that place our act on the map
but this time you saved your best trick for last
when you placed me in a box
with psychological locks
and proceeded to saw me in half
and now I am here wiggle ling my toes
barely able to see past my nose
wondering if I will ever be able to piece myself back together.











Living in the Land of the Lost
by Aggravated


Souls wander aimlessly like AmeliaEarhart's plane or ships in the Bermuda Triangle.
We are so blind; we cannot distinguish between a square and a rectangle.
Souls wander toward destruction never knowing, seeing, or witnessing the light.
When it is time for them to pass from this world, they enter eternal night.
When the curtain has fallen, and each performer takes a final bow,
It is too late for an encore or to start over, anyhow.
There are many roads of destruction, leading in every direction.
But subtle is the road that leads to like and perfection.
many walk along paths for as long as they are able.
However,before they see the light, they are sleeping in a drawer or lying on an operating table.
We live in what some call "the land of the free," but how great is the cost.
One can say that we are living in the land of the lost.
Ironically, we live in a land where we are free to worship in peace as a constitutional right.
Yet, the mere mention of God in school and court causes a political fight.
It does not take a genius to see how far we have fallen from grace.
Everyday, it seems morality becomes more and more displaced.
Children are consumed by capitalism, greed, and unrestricted sex.
The future is looking so grim now; I hate to think of what is coming next.
What happened to a time when ore adults were responsible and prudent?
How much trust can we invest in institutions where teachers seduce the students?
One place that is supposed to be upright and pure is under the most moral devastation.
Why would anyone place his or her trust in an institution of God that practices child molestation?
Is it any wonder that more unrestricted sexual activities are common for children that become younger and younger?
Is it any marvel that corruption and immorality are becoming stronger and stronger?
With all of these mixed sexual messages, is it really a surprise to see so much drama?
Some don't know whether t act like a man or a woman, and if kids are involved, a daddy or a mama?
We have enough problems in our own land with health care, poverty, and disease.
Is it necessary to send more troops to become cadavers overseas?
Moral soundness and clarity are becoming so rare; some may wonder if God is still the boss.
If we have to ask such a question, we are living in the land of the lost.






My We

by Aset5

I can't believe that its come to this for my we
You see I dreamed that we'd live happily ever after
house full of kids and laughter
but it makes me sadder and sadder
each day 
to face
the truth
that our love is dead at the root
Shoot
what am I gonna do now
got to regroup but don't know how
WoW
this thing has me trippin and slippin into depression
with a side of obsession
I know there is a lesson in all this
that I continue to miss
but can't feel sorry for myself
cuz I chose this level of hell
with my eyes wide open
 somehow hopin
that my love could change his pain
but his emptiness remained the same
so who's to blame
in this game called love
hands stretched to the above
pleading the blood
of Jesus upon myself
hoping it will melt away
the shame and pain of my failed relationship
coupled with
the rise and demise of my black family
I thought it was up to me you see
to hold this thing together
but my love could not hold it forever
his internal storm I could not weather
the divine would have done it much better
had I let her
Now it will never be right
So on my knees every night
the same phrase I recite
Let go and Let God
Cuz this thing from the start
was one sided
and  as a result
my we is divided.