Struggle is all I've seem to see in front of me.Choices of chance has absorbed my chances of choices all mine and not random.Randomly,I have encountered antics of others that I recognize as being out of character. It doesn't fit ,wrong and I see it as dangerous. Not only for self but for whomever I'm with. Yet in the midst it's interpreted as a vibe,connection,and not one of concern. A lesson learned affection takes on the form of affliction ( devil ) mentally comes begins to form scriptures (Their own reflection) to inject Either (Lust-Envy- Jealous -Hate) into the picture pushing at the very fabric of my morality. Laugh at the pain, the mouth of a so-called love one spews intentionally. This is my crux.Thus I must do all I can to keep the focus of my most hurtful image out of my hands.Simply because about above ground is where the Jewels of the devil(Mistaking lense of the Jen)has the effects of confusion to the see'er and the illusion is digested.The weapon of suggestion pushes the truth deeper into the marred section of our consciousness and there it festus. Unbeknownst to the victim what was is more( so much more) farther apart than ever before.Your eyes see at my heart for the time to finally arrives.That is simple to ignore the futile attempts to cast and spend ignorance as facts and look to be seen as one whose ways and actions answered that silly ass shit. Just by staying morally sound in each blood pumping beat
I guess none for me.
( So be it)
© @Qa'id Muhammad