Kuma’s Notebook: The Rebel


It’s problematic and dramatic.
To be grammatic I’m an addict.
Ever wanted something but couldn’t have it.
I feel like running up to go grab it.
But pains in my heart like someone stabbed it.
Pain a little worse than 40 lashes and slashes.
When my time comes I guess its ashes to ashes.
Blood on water as it splashes and crashes against stone.
Loud like they’re gnashing and smashing brittle bone.
In tune with the great unkown.
a wanderer without a home.
I cop feels missing what I don’t have.
Should I pop pills when I feel sad.
I got chills tell me how to kill that.
I can not deal fuck it I’m still mad.
But God forbid he gets wreckless.
Ropes around his neck like a necklace.
You can hear the children sing without care.
As those feet swing through out air.
How could he dare.
They say leaving him there.
Cries to deaf ears they’re not listening.
As a child my eyes sparkled to a glistening.
I used to think the sky was the limit.
And forever only lasted a minute.
But we play keeps one life and we live it.
I’m sure when it’s gone you’ll miss it.
I’m conflicted.
Our values twisted.
It’s easier to be selfish then selfless.
Middle finger to the wealthless and helpless.
I’ve never felt this.
I can’t help this.
But have no fear.
The time is here.
Let’s get in gear.
Dead rebels are near.


One thought on “Kuma’s Notebook: The Rebel

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