The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother...

My slave name is Daniel Richard Nathan Thompson 

This is the last confession of a damned soul 

This is my last confession as I do my last walk on death row 

As I walked the preacher sprinkled me with holy water 

Sprinkled me with holy water which ran from my head to my throat 

As the water ran the boys sang

The boys sang wade in the water as they watched me go 

I said one last word before I go 

The warden said 

"Speak" 

I Said 

"Mama Young Bubuloo loves you but uncles calling me home" 

That was my last confession before I was taken from sweet home 

Most of the time my mind felt split in two 

I remember the good old days I spent in solitude 

The days when it felt like someone pierced my head 

Felt like someone pierced my head and sent a javelin through 

I remember the good old days I spent time in the hole 

I remember getting into a jail fight one time 

I remember getting ambushed in showers with a pole 

This is my story 

This my story some say it ended a little prematurely 

In the end it ended a little gory 

But I'm just another brother so there's no need to morn me 

My story ended in the chair 

My mind in full flight in the sky 

My mind in the flights of the sky sailing through the air 

My mind felt trapped encircling the same continent 

It dream't of greater adventures and the distant shores 

Where was my true destination 

My mind wasn't sure 

My mind was and still is like a pyramid 

All the thoughts within are written in hieroglyphs 

The traps are set for a unfortunate few 

For a unfortunate few to fly through the trap doors 

To fly through to crack their skulls on the floors 

As the sandstorm begins 

All the blocks of bricks crumble and my mind shifts 

My mind shifts just like the shifts of a rub-ix 

Ironically all the squares are red 

I think my minds fixed

The color my mind wants me to see 

My mind picks 

Thoughts run through my mind 

My mind kicks 

Some of the thoughts I have are just ruthless 

Ruthless to show similarities to Anubis 

Difference is there's nothing legendary about me 

the shape of my thoughts are similar to a Greek myth 

I compare my mind to a Greek myth as its similar to Tartarus

With every new thought and it seems my mind sins

A new opportunity for thought was felt

Felt as they hit the light switch

It was denied as my minds like a disobedient child 

A disobedient child I need to get my mind pinched 

Sometimes It thinks like a slave 

I need to get my mind lynched 

My mind always strives for freedom I've noticed 

It tries to run for my miles when I only give it an inch 

My mind thinks highly of itself and tries to climb cliffs 

That day 

It was brought back down to earth 

As they tightened the straps upon my wrists 

As they tightened the straps 

One by one they headed for the door 

In my chair I jolted forward 

I know my mind felt it 

I felt my mind wince
Their eyes crystallized to see my brains on the floor

I'm actually glad they saved me from all the senseless violence 

My screams were heard through the walls as time ticked 

My mind began to howl for the moon 

I know it wished werewolves were real 

wished werewolves were real so there would be blood all over the room 

The last howl in room was heard as the clock struck noon 

As the clock struck noon

All watching had assumed I had met my doom 

But little did they know my inner flame still burns beneath my eyelids...

The Holy Arena...

"Let the games begin"

 The announcer said

As the gun sounded

Unfortunately he was the first one to lose his head

He was the first one to go

He lost his life from a javelin throw

A javelin throw which went straight through his membrane

As the contestants ran through the lanes

The contestant from behind took off his shoe

The contestant in front got a spike straight through his brain

This story is quite similar to another well-known game

Each of the contestants were out to make a name

Each of the contestants were out for the fame

Let me introduce you to the games

Reader welcome to the 21st annual anniversary to the Rapture games

As things started flying

More and more contestants were dying

 But the crowd stayed true 

All parts of the crowd felt the same

The had the same feeling they had at the start of the games

The crowd felt indifferent

They cheered and demanded more senseless violence

Demanded more violence as the contestants perspired

As the contestants perspired the crowd grew restless and tired

A man got up from his seat and shouted

"GUYS I PAID TO SEE MORE BLOOD STAINS"

As he sat down the announcers board said another soul entered the grave

There was four left

Who would be the last one standing?

Who would be the last one to be honoured and take centre stage?

As the sky grew grey a shot put flew

A shot put flew and split another brother in two

The crowd again started to take an interest back in the games

As the interest steadily grew a discus flew

The discuss flew and got caught in her Fallopian tube

A lady got up in horror and said

“I’m leaving because if she won how she going to reproduce"

She continued by saying

"This surely must be the end to the games"

Even though she had a discus lodged in her Fallopian tube

 The woman battled on and kept on the move

Kept on the move until she got poled straight through

There was only three left

The fight that remained nobody would approve

Whatever you start you must finish

All three knew

Each one thought what more could they lose

It all laid in the hands of number two

Number two picked up the flag

Picked up the flag and sent in through number fours heart

 As the red and white flew with just a hint of blue

The last two knew what to do

They knelt down and prayed

Rose and both just began to walk away

They walked away as the crowed started to boo

As the crowed kept on the booing

Both knew it was the end to their days

The gun from the start penetrated both of their hearts

As they fell the crowed rose and cheered

Cheered because it put a end to the 21st Rapture games

Hells Angel...

From the picture

You would think this stories about me

Truthfully it’s about someone whom you can’t see

Let’s set the scene

Ironically the place where we was

Is the place that has shaped the verse?

So if it’s not about me

I know thinking why haven't I said

Your thinking who's this one about really

Basically it’s about she who got trapped in the fire

The same she whom was once desired

The same night she got trapped in the fire

Is the same night we held hands and prayed together?

We held hands as the air became engulfed in sirens

Through the siren we could still here her screams

Papa tried to run in

Tried to run in but the fire-fighter held him

Held him and said

"For the love of humanity"

The fire within papa burned

Slowly started to burn away his inner sanity

What would have happened if he died that day also?

The family would have been branded a tragedy

Shes still breathing till this very day

Shes breathing but it’s like that very day her spirit died

It’s never been the same

As that faithful day she came out with a brand new face

A brand new face in place of what once was in place

Even today

I can see the fire still within her eyes

She sees it too

Every time she sees her reflection in her dinner plate

I love the fact she puts on a brave face

Shes beautiful in my eyes

As in my heart she will forever stay

Through the years shes got the stares

Through the years shes been called all sort of names

"Half-face, Fire girl Miss Burns"

I like the way everyone thinks this is a kiddies game

It’s a damn shame

It’s a damn shame that they don't know

They don't know the lengths for her that I will go

I wish it was I in her place

I in her place so I could set fire to the world

Watch the world from a distance and watch it all burn

Welcome to my god damn Dystopia

As there's no such thing as a God damn Utopia

I hope by now you’ve realized that the she was my little Sis

Can I ask you something reader?

Have you smiled anytime whilst reading this reader?

If it’s regrettably a yes

Don't worry as I'm smiling too

The reason for this is

Is your just another name on the hit list

The Tale Of Two...

Our journey began together

We were Siamese

We shared the smarts, heart and kidneys

The story of Jekyll and Hyde that came to life

We couldn't open our eyes at birth wide

So the doctors made a joke that we were Chinese

A turn for a worst Mama thought was highly unlikely

In all the things that shes been through

This she didn't deserve

I saw it in her eyes she looked at my life as a curse

As a curse that caused her to go crazy

As a curse that led one of her sons into a hearse

The day after he died

They found me wrapped in a sheet

I can’t remember but it must have been cold outside

They found me outside a church

It started to rain as I cried

My own pathetic fallacy

How could things get any worse?

Any poor soul watching must have hoped

Hoped I drowned from within side

He took our cradle to the grave

I kept our brown bear

As the door opened widely the figure appeared scared

He smiled and said

" It’s God's divine will"

 He hurried us in and took me inside to dry

 To dry away my tears and hopefully the pain on the inside

 Momentarily the pain disappeared

I smiled as he bathed me

He gasped as he checked my skin

Gasped as he saw all the scars that appeared

His mind in a instant became clear

He had lost a son once

Within me he thought the dead spirit of his son reappeared

He just wanted at least half of what his son was

How ironic as exactly that's what I was

I was half of a son 

He just wanted what he once had

He wanted the joys of being called dad

He looked me in the eye and said

"I just want you to achieve like your big brother"

I know you’re small now

But truthfully you can be anything you want to be

He tickled my stomach and whispered

"Just don't become another wannabe"

He started singing just as I fell asleep

I had a dream

I had a dream of what could have been

Wade In The Water...

The life of the sea men was quite a hard one 

Their journey began with a little thrust 

They huffed and they puffed 

As they rowed under the sun 

Mind you 

They would have killed for a little rum 

They put their backs into it 

 As they rowed up the stream

They began seeing things together 

Mind you 

It could have been the constant supply of Hennessy 

One dream't that a cowgirl gave him a mission 

One dream't of a gymnast in all different positions

One could have sworn 

Could have sworn his pinup girl appeared as lotus flower

What was he you wonder? 

He was a pretty frisking flee

A flee trained in the dark art of lechery 

Some passed out then awoke back to reality 

As their thirst came they forgot their dreams 

The captain said every man for themselves 

Shouted forget the shared dream 

All the faces on board changed 

They tied up the captain to mask 

What a magnificent mutiny 

They all chose sides and gave the boat a little symmetry 

A little symmetry as they glared at each other 

Glared at each other from different angles 

From different angles similar to a isosceles 

But one by one they were gone 

As the shipped rocked overboard they were flung 

The captain was the only living survivor on the open sea 

Nailed to the cross with a mind consumed by lunacy 

Its true what they say about jungle fever 

Some sailors were lost in the head 

Some sailor minds are preoccupied by the other kind 

They will never achieve 

Little did the captain know he would be dead soon 

No albatross in sight 

He knew he was near doom 

It became a hard pill to swallow 

but he knew 

He knew everything in this worlds a conspiracy 

As he lay dead in a sea of blood 

He lay with a smile as he didn't die on the mask hung 

There's no life left on the open seas 

 What graphic imagery

Sweet Home...

Most of the events that have taken place are gonna haunt me

There's no one to comfort me now as I sleep beneath the sheets

There's no one to comfort a nigger as I eat in my seat

I get claustrophobic within here

 I get claustrophobic within here sometimes it’s hard to breathe

It’s hard to breathe meaning my minds never at ease

I threw everything away the day my mind wanted release

I was free once upon a time

My freedom came to a end the day I was greeted by the authorities

The truth is I was only in it for the world’s riches

 The world’s riches appeared to me in the form of jewellery

I have to admit my trigger finger slipped a couple times

In my head as I let loose I heard echoes of the bullets rhyme

My finger slipped on someone’s son, daughter and little niece

I remember like it was yesterday

I told them get down and pray on both knees

As crazy as it was sounds I liked the way they screamed

The last words I heard were

"No Not the little girl please"

I've been incarcerated branded the devils incarnate

All I do every day is blame it on my mental instabilities

Blamed everything on my instabilities as I’m a product of society

Society has made me how I am

Funny thing is everyone wants to pin the blame on me

I was a boy with a dream once

After a while I died on the inside and so did my dream

My dream of becoming something literally became deceased

I was the only person at the funeral

The only person at the funeral no one was there for my eulogy

No one cared as I shared a tear and laid flowers on my dream

Laid flowers on my dream and said

"Rest In Peace"

No one cares about a dream when you’re locked up

I'm just another brother

Just another brother within the system

Once upon a time I had a dream I was an anomaly

Society gave me no choice

It took me a long while but I've finally regained my voice

In my confined solitude it’s taken a long time

but I can truly say I’m sorry

For the family that I have ruined

Those who are left you have my sincerest apologies...

Something I Wrote A Year Ago...

Well where do I begin, well I guess the beginning is best..

To think about life as a social construct is a difficult and challenging factor, but I guess it is what you make it. The main topic of my thoughts right is about the term of independence and how it can be applied to everyday life. The common knowledge of life is that you only live once; there isn’t a repeat or any second chances. If you’re a religious person then there is the promise of an afterlife, but in contrast if you’re not then this is basically it for you I don’t honestly mean to sound anti I’m just being a young realist. In all walks of life a person lives one life, is evidently able to be in control of his or hers destiny. The society that we live in today is led us to believe that we as people should live our life’s on others opinions.  The modern society has shown us to base our very own dress sense, musical taste and other interests on the environment that we as individuals find us in.

This is where my actual argument begins to shape because personally, if my short stay on this earth was shaped by another I have personally not lived life. If I regard my dress sense, the way I act or even what eat to be influenced by another I’m not in control of my own destiny. The values of a person should be able to differ from person to person, another’s person’s views shouldn’t be stigmatised but if I personally don’t agree with something you do, who am I to pass judgement that’s how you choose to live your life and good luck with that. At the end of the day I’m 20 now and I don’t want to be 40 saying that I lived 20 years for another. As a person you shouldn’t feel the need to be dependent on another, but gain confidence and independence to be different and speak about your own personal beliefs...

A Child's Nightmare...

When dreams die sometimes nightmares appear 

They cloud up the sky that once appeared clear 

The clouds allow the rain to pour

 So you cant see a child's tears 

 There always comes a time in our lives 

When we all need to face our fears 

Smile with the monster in front to show were not scared 

Look it deep in the eyes to say were the ones that should be feared 

Escalate our minds past the problem 

Elevate our minds back up to allow the dreams to return 

So we don't preoccupy our minds with the monsters stares

Every child needs a form of guidance

When the dreams become unclear 

A child needs a helping hand 

So what would a child be without a faithful teddy bear?