No Longer a Pacifist

Blindedvanity

Published on: 19/02/2025

i suppose i’ll write some prose before i overdose on my sentiments, cus lord knows that im sensitive fighting inside the pocket, sleight of hand leaving the pigs red nosed at what point do we recognize violence as something intimate paying attention of my conditions and revolution the life i chose resolute innat decision these crackas judging me by my accuracy but my heart consistently where precision lives my conditions be casualty, after catastrophes tap dancers on them i-phones ain’t moving the bones God gave em muscular atrophy my therapy is passing the time within these passages masking cus of the cameras surveilling my actions and the airborne pathogens i’m coming for my place at the table a head on collision, please don’t call it an accident title this poem, no longer a pacifist im bout that action, keep a hammer in case the news call me a activist title this poem no longer a pacifist

Blindedvanity

Rest In Power Chris G

Blindedvanity

Published on: 19/02/2025

RIP Chris G rest in power to my brother, he let me hold the drac’ i was 15 too many hours pass and ima mask up won’t catch a case moving through the lanes shifty we don’t play no games ona internet but still keep a stickman ona blitzkreig blitzteam before they quaterback drop back joe montana hearing footsteps the vanguard making strip sacks pigs drunk in they lust acting tipsy ain’t tip toeing round the smoke, im getting litty knew a Saint out west, her name was Litzy she roll her R’s and talk fast make a call to sis if the pigs ever pinch me flip of her tongue cut the tension like a switch bladed stance against the jakes tryna fight inside the clinch biting my toungue cus bodies pile on my mind finding my wisdom through these lines my fingers riddling rhymes and still itching for violence silence a virtue especially when the boys threatened with time cases get thrown out cus the kids cleaned up the toys putting plastic inside the oven turning evidence into noise

Blindedvanity