Death Calls

Noises at night fill ears with whispers of calamity
Repeating desperation of terrors escaping from nightmares
Conversations in the back of the cerebellum

Flying away from here doesn't eradicate obligations
They always land on someone unsuspecting
Weighing down on shoulders, control dwindles

Souls roam endlessly drowning in superficial crisis
Eyes glossed over with delusions of popularity
Getting filled up with hot air

Shot from the barrel of a pistol
Speeding towards your cranium
Matter fixed to be splattered on walls

Your life withered down to reactions and memes
Moments of silent observation and respect
Blasted with a level of bass, no one can hear

Shrieks in anguish ignored by the blinded
To turnt-up to acknowledge anyone but self
Complains and blaming, shaming ourselves in the comment section

Too exhausted to monitor, too grown to be moderated for
No one cares about their internal these days
Final days fashion multiple storms from reality

Awaiting the crew that walks through to the other side
Covered in dirt and debris, with hell fire in their eyes
The strength of the most beautiful design

Floating over rivers of needles and knives
Bullets ricochet off of auras stretching further than branches
The city crumbles into ashes the descendants have risen

- M.D.M Original

Life Changes

So caught up in making it through

Forgot about being in truth

Ooo, hit ever so suddenly

Removed vices
Desperate to reach enlightenment

Suffering alone in a crowded 

Mental ship wreck moments away

Am I brave enough?
Is there faith, enough to lead me off this ship
The storm has only just begun

Loosing trust for my reflection
Why must I bother to look?
Condoning the mirror, just following fools

Glaring at the waves splashing against this vessel

Shown blatant lack of respect
Oh, Ye of little faith

Lessons learned from failure and doubt
Shadows crowd around ready to drain all life
Focus and confidence dwindles

Faulty connections to establish relations

Through screens it all seems fine
Meanwhile the previous posts blowing minds

Not close to what was expected

Rejected with a click of a mouse
Time flies and meaningful ties are brief

Just to the facts, no time for fairy tale trips

No will to accept more than skin
Infatuated by a smile, body type, hype

Boosting an ego is all concern

Using her shine to flourish your pit
Endless the echo of love drifts by

Nerves on fire with every memory
Quitting is never an option
Sacrifices must be made to maintain sanity

Fear will only devour at this time
Manipulate it into nourishment
This is only the beginning

- M.D.M. Original

Creative Awakening

Who the F*ck are you?
Where have you been the last 8years of my life
I needed you from a life time before

The universe has jokes for me
Although your energy does the most
Favoring the trance of you

Damn every word you spit
Sent me on a Mutha FuKKin trip
Crazy how you got me like Brown Sugar

Fell in love with Hip Hop
As soon as I listened to vocals
Skilled passion overflowing from your brain

Can I read poetry to you naked?
Ain't no need to be dressed with you
You honor natural auras

Exploding with energy beyond us
Time was made for this moment
Know it's always love from me

Hand crafted by a master Mason
The creator took time with you
Not to show off but to show truth

Steady the pulsations... I wait
There is beauty in your breath
I can not ignore you

Interested lost in the trip
Clarity rolls off of your lips
I can see threw the world

King, you are a journey
Excited by the turns
I could never get lost in you

Found under every blade of grass
Understood by each unmoved pebble
The river of life flowed through my brain

What kind of creature are you?
May I always be inspired by you
Needed everything that you are

Supplement me with the tides of you
Time has made a point for you to come in
My senses await your entrance

Compelled to learn every dark corner
Just to appreciate your light effectively
Burst out of this cage only flying to you

Ain't nothing like you
I haven't heard it or seen it
Nor is their belief that someone can compete

The selfishness of my ear drums
Seem to only beat to your tune
Melodies skip to the rhythm of you

- D.Y.M. Original

F'n FIBRO

It has been six year sense this trip of daily pain
People accuse me of BS'n in my life

Who know nothing of my start
Being active and strong was my common place

Once you struggle to sleep and feel pain when you open heavy doors
Things change drastically before you can truly understand it

Opening a jar of Jam became too difficult and would often make me cry
Cold air from the AC can make shoulders shake and thighs quake

Every muscle gets tight, suffocated by nerves that know not how to react
Confused about what is going on, the crazy weather does not help

No one understands and just compares my pain to theirs
In 70 degree weather if the wind is blowing, I surely carry a sweater

Every restaurant I decide to go in, I pray that I am not frozen to death
While others laugh and enjoy their meal, I quiver in displeasure

Attempting to ignore the signs of my illness and not draw attention to myself
I hate lying EVERY SINGLE DAY about how I feel

Fabricating messages of happiness to attract people to me
Never wanting to shove away those who could possibly help

Ironically, they can only assist me if I am in a "good" mood
Being positive is important to people in higher places

So I am forced to lie in order to please you and gain what is needed
Or I will get it no other way

Bending over to kiss behinds, when I strain to get back into standing regularly
Jokes on me, egos are boosted and mine is walked over

Be humble, don't put your pain on display
It makes others feel comfortable and resembling joy

While I suffer in this glass hell that others put me in
Smiling on dates, when I want to grimace

What man wants to deal with my physical depletion
Mental disparities, when I pause out of necessity

I despise each initial description of what my skin feels like
In detail, giving the steps of my mental and emotional stagnation

It's not my fault, or maybe it is...
I know I did not ask for this, but you treat me as if I did

- D.Y.M. Original

My Position

Who do you think that you are?
You know nothing of me

Base my whole life off a social scene
Miss me with your nonsense

Tired of men claiming control of female minds
Where were you when I was an adolescence?

No damn place to be found
Ashamed of vulnerability that was never yours to hold

Speak my mind and men piss there pants
Tired of this trash

From the beginning of time women are told what to do
I'm tired of that objective

You are nothing and nobody to my independence and self love
Testimonies kept a secret for some bull sh*t family pride

When I needed you, I had none of you guys
Still go behind my back to invite tension in my life

I am over giving a F' about you our your pride
What the F' is blood, shed that liquid

It's only important when you do something HUGE
Still the same outcast used as a scapegoat

Overdue for facts and terrified by the judgement
Lucky for you, that is not my position

My place is known, coming into growth
Time has been passing by

The moment is finally near
Nothing to hear but conflict

Going to break every curse you ever placed on me
No word you say has power over me

Take me to another place, far from this disgrace
Disrupted by the sight of your face

Honestly the thought of your demise makes me smile
That is why I am only a part of the Supreme, and not ever all

- D.Y.M. Original

Damn Sense

Damn these thoughts building up in minds
Unbound and dragged down into turmoil

I know nothing just like before
I am nothing without the Lord

Drilling into this life, gaining no depth
Stuck at a level that is to confusing to understand

There is no fuel to bother fixing this life
Change happens within, but nothing seems different

Gave all my heart, only small parts feel activated
Out of control, never had it to begin with

There must be no point to us going on
I'm trying to get through

Lost in you, in this, entertained by fools surrounding
Not sure if love lasts anymore

Existing in fables centuries old that every princess accepts
Damn! Get out of my head, penetrating my penial

Wishing there was an eraser
Keeping you here is my trouble

Unfortunate that I allow myself to loose all sensibility
No sure if any was around

Compression of each beat, too hard to breathe
Not seeing a point to this universe

Denying that it's about growth
Heart chokes... no voice to declare the truth

-D.Y.M. Original

Bunch of BS

Speaking in code so no one will figure out your life is a manipulation

Fabrications of live you have never seen or felt

Hundreds of stories under your belt and your running out of length

Speak towards life as though it is meaningless

Arrogance tangled into prideful annoyances

The simplest of breaths you make boil blood with lies of fire

Tormented by memories of victimization

Still you oppress me with your opinion as if it is the only one that matters

Wasted time listening to trash talk, pressured to accept it peacefully

There is no claim to your control levels here

Sanctuary does not encompass your mind

Assuming control over peoples lives when no one called you

Exhausting explanations of views that you assume should matter

Nothing of substance, don't have the time to try

Saying goodbye to incredible crimes against my character

You have no right to define someone whom you nothin of

- D.Y.M. Original

Finally...

Similar days are beginning to change
Long gone is the time to rest and reflect
Action is soon to be taken

Shaken foes wither in your wake
Devastated over failed plans
Tripping over their own feet

Leaving them in a mist
The sun beams shine directly on you
Removing dark clouds, winds calm now

Prepared to take a step into something new
Without a proper look from the inside
moving around drowning sounds

Still thoughts are leveling the worry
Emotions faded, logic comes into play
Masterful being manipulating creation today

Blending transformations of past lives
Molding broken sensations into astonishing foundations
Launching pad lain for seeds to bloom abundantly

- MDM original

I Give Up

No longer do I care about your response or feelings
No longer do I need your embrace
No longer do I long for fellowship with you

God is always my saving grace
Shut your mouth if you have nothing positive or encouraging to say
Commentary dismissed and trashed

I am tired of missing you
I am done giving a damn about connecting
I am only concerned about me

No man ever saved me
No man ever gave me what I needed
No man brought connection without drama

I give up on us
I give up on building you
I give up on waiting for you to understand

Ignoring everyone that sounds off
Not an once of patience will be given
Love shall not be shared with you

I am over being sad about how you disrespect me
I am over how you make me feel
I am over the fake level of concern

I give up on your life
I give up on the struggle
I give up on the strife

Once you POP...

If you have heard one, you pretty much have heard them all
Same beat, same song, just a different artist
All follow the same hypnotic melodic pace

Remakes of samples, used 100 times
Skipping records induce head blockages
Ceasing the growth of a unique thought

Memes on repeat, no need for formal conversation
Humanity so far out of contemplation, there is no sincerity
Selfie filters of countries you only thought about yesterday

Comical to expect any actual research to be done
Posting the taboo for likes and comments
Bored and uninteresting, the sophomoric antics amuse you

Participate in traditional hate of anything different than you
Hypocritical contempt, for those who out live hopeful wishes
Living in misery for sanctified redemption

The images posted contract the life you chose
Resentment building for hard workers
Time wasted trolling and snooping

The new relationship started 3 days after your last ended
Broadcast your intimate details, showing no solidarity
Sending penis pics in inboxes, then claim the cross

Comment on what you like, sell what you got, before another does better
Dramatics bring the laughter and public arguments on display
No faith in your reality to ring true to a follower

Honesty has little popularity, when everyone is claiming authority
Leading with material and luring with superficial blinders
Shades of rose, lost their transparency, trapped by games of the many

The deceit makes your mouth water with intensity
Still reflections are avoided, because you are hollow inside
Ignoring pain, failure and shame you have made no peace with

The notification alarm goes off and you can not stop peering into the abyss
Twisted in overt stories and crude jokes, painted with scriptures
Dismissal of anguish within an arms reach from you

-MDM Original

Blood Stains

Standing on the side walk, in the neighborhood
Early in the morning, waiting for the bell to ring
Doors swing open, teachers welcome us in

Going through the hallway, smiling and saying hello
Time is getting short, looking to catch up with my friends
Talking parents, siblings and gossip

Who we like and don't always a hot topic
Got to get going the warning bell is ringing
Only five minuets before teachers start complaining

Bust the combo for the locker, get the book for my class
Double check the mirror make sure I look decent
Really only care about gym, lunch and music

In assigned seats, sitting, mind tripping on other subject matter
This teacher is so boring, still taking notes like a master
Young and interested in the status of color and collars

As the bell rings, the first up out of my seat
My friend to my left, tried to get the attention of me
The girl who stayed back a year, started to laugh

Everyone around her only echoed it back
Finally figured what all of the ruckus was about
The spot appearing on the back of my paints was new to me

Sent to the nurse for something like cotton, but felt like Brillo
Real fast, back at the locker to wrap the jacket around my waste
Trying not to cry in public, truly wanting to holler

Awkward, finally the day would soon be over
The longest day of misery anyone could endure
Going home to try and search for the cure

Once again faced with laughter, sick ways to express understanding
Embarrassment in our coming of age, put on display and met with shame
Relating growth and maturity with trauma

Showing no pride and unity in womanhood
Allowing anyone to penetrate and desecrate it is damnable
Making a mockery of it, only leaves me confused

Uncomfortable in the process from girl to woman
Not guided with a nurturing hand, but shoved into it
Being told to be tough, loosing the purity in our ability to care

My alarm goes off, another day begins
Breakfast at the table, grabbing my lunch
Telling myself to ignore questions or seek comfort

I walk out the door and walk out the gate
Hoping the pads will hold, paying attention to each step
I see my friends, hoping they would forget, Nope.

- MDM Original

Bugs of Impairment

Novice of mature interactions
Fallen into jealousy and delusion

Revenge bubbles under my skin
Upsetting the very fragments of foundations

Willing to destroy every laid brick
To remove the corruption within

Destruction to everything that is
Bringing life anew sans deception

No shadows of your BS to linger in my wake
Erase memories of agitation effectively

Time has been wasted on offerings of peace
Words spew from your being of must and corrosion

Irritations that will no longer be tolerated
Wrath is in the clouds above you

Air blows up your skirt, thinking you deserve an introduction
There will be nothing here before there will be you

- MDM Original

Social Butter-Lies

Nothing is ever innocent anymore
Everyone comes with expectations premeditated
Failures at creating the life hoped for

Assuming plans will work
Falling back into petty behavior
Relationships merely for exploitation

Nothing is treated as sacred anymore
Tokens loosing their value by the second
Everything is tainted, from the soil to the air

So much that we use is toxic to our being
So often do we ignore warnings coming from all sides
So what? Plays so heavy that the track now skips

Sex always on the mind, ready to jump into a good time
But who will cater to that wandering soul
No moments respected to restore what is inside

Chakras misaligned, going off balance each time inner peace is neglected
Ancestors rejected in each step placed on this earth
Winds blow past earlobes all ancient blessings lost in mountain tops

Poison filled storylines infect future realities
Confused about standards of perfection ignorant to internal ascension
Pictures and postings are all you have

Expressing a life of wishful thinking rebuking the reward of effort
Complaints run through news feeds much like a toddlers snot filled nose
Envy dangerously ensue, hatred infused, stomach in knots from the truth

- MDM Original

True Regrets

Social exchanges lead to conversations,
switching numbers and entertaining foreign sights
Hypnotized from the gleam of those beaming lights, possibilities endless
Risk is in position, steady wondering if you are going to accept the offer

Seconds of laughter disguise the anguish, same type of broken dreams
Once upon a time, it was normal to try and fix it
Instead look past the dance of disappointment desire the distraction
Excuses to not maintain the will of your purpose

Lies for some reason seem to always surface
Never heavy enough to remain in the weight class
Confidence crashes because it was false to begin with
There was dishonesty with the introduction

Starting enchanted by the enticing smell of corruption
Seemingly slow, then the moments they roll into a mound, huge
Noticing the focus somehow goes only one way
Equity was never a thought in our back and fourth

As long as you were benefiting the suffering fell on me
Turning simple miscommunications to personal attacks, how cheap
Attempting to threaten what you know not
Petty behavior is your savior, running you into a whole

Dig yourself deeper, malicious you whisper
Expecting that I may fall, wasting what's most precious
Throwing all created wonders away, as if to cause strain
No one but yourself will be praying for remakes of history

- MDM Original