The Tenacity!!!!!

http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Wimmins

I have to say that the article you will be taken to by the link above has to be the funniest thing i ever read. Not because of the content, which I find outrageous to the umpth degree, but the fact that someone, somewhere had the time (no matter how serious they may have been) to create this. Those of you with poor senses of humor, or heightened senses of oversensitivity, remember this: they're only talking about you if think they are.

This 'Soldier of Love' is LONG overdue!

I never, ever thought this day would finally come. So I'm on Myspace checking out music when I just happen to scroll down the page.......and lo and behold, discover, Sade is coming out with a new album on February 8th! Entitled "Soldier of Love", this album will surely be full of gems that can contend with the likes of "Jezebel", "Your Love Is King", and "Smooth Operator". Don't know who Sade is? Shame on you. Look her up, and have a listen.

Now, there's been alot of negativity surrounding Megan Fox. Mostly she has the worst case of diarrhea in a mouth that has been seen in a long time. HOWEVER. It's quite easy to deal with girls that talk like that and look like THIS. Deep conversation, not their forte. Everything else? Fair game.

Kool Art: Viva La Sarcasm #1

Now I don't know about you, but I love sarcasm. It's blunt, offensive, and will easily go over most people's heads. The only thing I love more than sarcasm, is sarcasm on a T-shirt. Hence the above image.

Awakened

She drifted
Along a stone pathway
Shrouded in a fog
Hearing whispers of the world around her
But not listening
Inhaling the cold, empty air
But not breathing
She just floated along
Blank stare and slack mouth
Heading towards nowhere
While existing in everywhere
I asked my mother if she could understand me
She just nodded
I told her that I loved her
Her lips curled up
But not into a smile
Merely a motion remembered from happy times
When life was her own and not sealed in the box
Of the man who once held her heart
She had told him she was done three months before
And still he refused to walk out the door
So she half-existed; a forced possession
Trapped in the hole of her chronic depression...

Now, I couldn't tell you the cause of what happened next
But her eyes suddenly focused.
The fog was no longer present in her eyes
And the blood in her veins seemed to come to life
More than that, she smiled
Not a motion recalled from happier times
But a smile that was genuine and alive.
And she spoke in the most beautiful sound in my world,
"I'm tired of being a prisoner. And I want to be free."

Rebel's Blood

They tried to force me to stay in line
Do what I was told
Stay true to the common road
As they preached how it’s the only way I’ll reach my
Gleaming destination
And yet
With every step I took on their path
Created from their own temptations
To keep me down
A little bit more of that shine went away
Till I was left with a dull and gray
Mission
Feeling more like a weight on my heart
Rather than the winged joy
For which my eager soul had originally embarked
And then came the chains
Bound to my arms and feet
Before I had made it halfway
I was frustrated and weak
And still they kept telling me
‘This is the only path you must see’
And so still I kept walking
Past the pain of the bleeding blisters
And chafing of my brain
All the while knowing that my dream
Was no longer the same
What had once been fresh and real
Was now stripped down to an illusion
That even if it found its way into my hands
Would never be more than some sick delusion
Always present but never existent
Never progressing but forever persistent
And it was at that moment of realizing this
That I stopped in my tracks and said
“Enough of this shit.”
The well-beaten road just isn’t for me
It stretches in either direction as far as the eye can see
Preventing those who walk it from ever being free
Of a gray mediocrity and molded mentality
Please
I know for a fact I was meant for something more
But if I continue to ignore opportunity knocking at every door
What exactly am I living for?
Nah
This is my life.
I’ll blaze my own trail and follow it to the very end
Looking forward to the challenges around every bend
Think what you will
And say what you’ll say
But rebel’s blood flows through my veins
And that’s the way it’s gonna stay.

Trial Before Triumph

As everything falls to ashes
Something must rise again
In one form or another there is no end
To this journey we call Life
Frayed at the edges as it might be
The fabric comes apart when we choose to only see
The events we can’t control
Whose fate our mortal hands were never meant to hold
True things aren’t always sunshine and smiles
But even in the darkest times
There’s a hand reaching out all the while
And even though the rug may have been pulled from beneath our feet
Something will save us from becoming a crumpled heap
Yeah, Life isn’t fair
We all know that’s true
But that should never dictate
What we can and cannot do
Where we will and will not go
Letting our doubts defeat us
Means we’ll never know
What we could’ve, should’ve, would’ve been
If we jump into the fight enough times…
Sooner or later we’re gonna to win.

Power Struggle

See I thought me and my moms were done for good
If she couldn’t understand me, I knew nobody could
Wanted her respect but it felt like
I was only meant to get
Lukewarm receptions to my opinions
Antenna must’ve still been flowin on analog
Cause somewhere my mindwaves were backlogged
Hazing up and serving her white noise
And she
Took it all as some kind of ploy
To give her
Gray hairs and nightmares
And her belief was that I
Simply didn’t care about
The sacrifices and years she gave up for me
But all I had wanted was for her to see
That my intention was not to throw what she’d given me away
But to make it my own and repay her one day
Sure, every time she said left I chose to go right
But that was only my desire to experience everything in sight
It wasn’t my intention to fuel the fire of our fight
I’m simply not one of those ‘walk-the-line’ types
Eventually things came to a heartpounding head
That left both our wills shattered
Our relationship left for dead
But for some reason, it was that collision
Of all our stresses and fears
That rebuilt the fragile bond that had grown weaker through the years
And though we both still have a long way to go
I know.
For the first time in a long time
My mother understands me.
For the first time in any time
I understand she.

Individuality (tentative title)

Gray world
Why do you threaten me?
With your mundane ways of simplicity?
You stifle my desire to breathe
Pin down my eyelids so I can't see
What are you afraid of?
Is there some secret I cannot discover?
Why do you cheat me like some unfaithful lover?
Gray world
There is something out there for me to find
For I have heard the voices and seen the signs
Of unfounded treasures that are surely all mine
Why, oh why are you so selfish and unkind?
What are you hiding?
Is there more besides this box you call my life?
Why do you stab me in a back with a knife
Gray world
Give me the key to that door
That will grant me the vivid colors I long for
Instead of leaving me feeling aimless and poor
Will you leave me lost here begging for more?
How long will you lie to me?
Gray world
All I ask is that...
You set me free.

The Traveling Man

I've been detached....
Oh yes, it's true
Lost in a world
Without a view

No future.
Or past.

Searching for a consciousness
Day after day
Wondering if I
Would be okay
But wrapped only in
Darkness...
Wandering through my life
Waiting for the breath
That would allow me to see.

The Dragon and the Phoenix (tentative title)

I just don't get why
You don't just curl up and die
Or crawl into a hole
And bury yourself alive
Anything to end this flow of negativity
That no matter how I dodge seems inevitably
Directed at me
See
You're quick to spit fire
And try to burn down my dreams
But what you don't seem to get
Is that things aren't as they seem
Though you may have found my foundation
To be a cloud of hot air
You fail to see the plume of imagination
Storming down there
So stream flame upon flame
As you let your envy flow
Because before you know it
My dreams will be aglow
And from them will rise a masterpiece
Unlike anything you've seen before
And you'll drown within your nothingness
Until you are no more.

Twi-hards Get Off On the Wrong Thing

Twi-hards. The makeshift term for Twilight fanatics. Granted, the book series is very good, but the movie was downright atrocious. Let's see if the new director does things proper in November. But seeing as the movie is what got Twi-hards turned on in the first place, their undying obsession seems directed toward the wrong thing. Where it should be directed toward is the music. The soundtrack was actually good. Probably known best for Paramore's "Decode" my favorite track was by, as Stephanie Myers herself puts it, her inspiration for the entire series. That would be none other than, Muse.

Sure, "Supermassive Black Hole" was awesome. But it wasn't until I watched them perform on the VMAs that several things came clear to me. First, "Uprising" is an awesome song. Second, Their sound on stage sounded better
than the album version! That's rare! And third, their music is good across the board. As far as I'm concerned their definitely worth checking out.

So I suggest you hurry up and do just that. Or something might take a bite out of you.





Yeah. I know. Very bad joke.

The Hudson Overflowing?

NO,The Hudson isn't overflowing. In terms of trash, perhaps, but the people are New York are fine. Unless Noah builds an Ark on top of the Empire State Building. That would be a completely different story.

I'm actually talking about my newest artistic discovery. Granted I didn't discover him on my own. He's collaborated with Kanye (aka douchebag) and Jay-Z (Blueprint 3). He's from Europe! He's British actually. Has a peculiar crop of blonde hair. And has the rare musical talent to connect to masses of two countries divided by an enormous body of water.

Ladies and gentleman, if you haven't done so on your own already, check out Mr. Hudson. That is the name he is utilizing. And while the Hudson may stink on occasion, I assure he does not. Whether it be "Supernova", "Too Little Too Late", "Anyone But Him" or my personal favorite "White Lies", you can't help but bob your head to his music.

So do yourself a favor and get yourself a dose of good music. Cause we hear enough about the mediocre/crap as it is.

Ulcer Pains

You’re like an ulcer in my mind
Eating away at the words I want to say
Tearing at the fabric until it withers and frays
Castigating every goal and plan
Degrading my every action
Battering my fragile hope
Screaming I’m not good enough
Expecting me to shrug it off and cope
Waiting for a decision
Or rather
A desire for approval in your eyes
Forcing me into the shadows
To cloak my true intentions with intricate lies
Why should I be a spy to my own happiness
Dodging your cold doubt and jagged threats
Already calling me a failure
When I haven’t proven you right yet
You’re like an ulcer that keeps on bleeding
Why don’t you just let me be
Or is telling you to fuck off
The only way I can set myself free?

Three Ladies In A Sauna

I found this to be pretty funny, and i'm pretty sure you guys will enjoy it too.

THREE WOMEN, TWO YOUNGER, AND ONE SENIOR CITIZEN, WERE SITTING NAKED IN
A SAUNA. SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE YOUNG WOMAN PRESSED HER
FOREARM AND THE BEEP STOPPED. THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HER QUESTIONINGLY. 'THAT WAS MY PAGER,' SHE SAID. I HAVE A MICROCHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, A PHONE RANG. THE SECOND YOUNG WOMAN LIFTED HER PALM TO HER EAR. WHEN SHE FINISHED, SHE EXPLAINED, 'THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE. I HAVE A MICROCHIP IN MY HAND.'

THE OLDER WOMAN FELT VERY LOW -TECH. NOT TO BE OUT DONE, SHE DECIDED SHE HAD TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE. SHE STEPPED OUT OF THE SAUNA AND
WENT TO THE BATH ROOM. SHE RETURNED WITH A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM
HER REAR END.

THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HER. THE OLDER WOMAN FINALLY SAID.........WELL, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT....I'M GETTING A FAX!!


When you stop laughing, send this to those who will appreciate it.

Solitude (Working Title)

I have a major problem.

My pen hand’s run out of ink
Right side of my brain is on strike
I can’t think
I’ve got no words of wisdom
No rhythmic insight
And in my frustration
I keep taking my knife
Running it along my mental wrists
Yet the words aren’t flowin
What kind of writer’s block is this?
There are no pictures to paint
No sculptures to create
Just a big black cloud of
Shit, Damn, Fuck
Me.
My hand is bleeding now
From holding this pen so tight
But still my words are nowhere in sight!
Life’s heavy realities are slowly setting in
As if I inhaled too much oxygen
My head begins to spin
Landing me in the lap of desperation
I’m searching all over for a spark of inspiration
Some sensation or temptation
To wake me from this isolation….

And while I was drowning in my dark and saddened abyss…
I didn’t even realize I was writing this.

Chess Pieces on a Checkerboard

We
Don’t
Fit.
That ain’t no bullshit.
You know it, I know it
Our faces show it
Yet we keep playing these games
Of
Phone tag
Hide and go skeet
Kiss around your rosie
Pushing buttons
All for nothing
Just for the simple fact that
I’m hooked on you
And you’re hooked on me
Both of us wanting to be free
From the hold we have on each other
Like a ring that won’t come off
My middle finger
You say “Fuck you”
I say “Screw It”
I try to pull you off
But I just can’t do it
Sure, a little oil or butter might do the trick
But truth is without you I get heartsick
Can’t let you stay out of my way for more than a few
Two
One
Month
And right on time, you come back unable to get enough
Of me, the one addiction you can’t shake
Like Amy in Rehab, the treatment doesn’t take
And you come back saying you miss me
Or rather what’s in my pants
While I’m stuck in my own little trance
Of whether I should let you back in again
And then,
I open my door, kiss your lips
Lay you down on the floor
Loving how we’re like two chess pieces on a checkerboard.

A Life In A Second #1

Nobody heard him.

His name was David
But Ghost was his alias.
Quiet and shy
Always kind and never one to lie
He stood out like a sore thumb
So they made him the butt of every joke
Oh how their jeers choked
The self-esteem right out of his soul
So when he went home
There was nothing protecting him from hell.

Nothing stopped his uncle from touching him at night
Or his brother from watching, too paralyzed to fight
Nothing stopped his mother from drinking herself into a stupor
Nothing stopped David from wanting to shoot her
For not leaving him with his older sister and father
Who, by the way, never even bothered
To try and save him.
Years went by and next thing you know, his mother dies
But that night, for her, David couldn’t cry
Because his uncle was too busy enjoying his ride

And then David had enough.
When his uncle was finished, sweaty and exhausted
David went to the bathroom and that’s where he lost it
He reached beneath the toilet, and found his favorite knife
The one he could never use before to take his life
It’s steel head gleamed with purpose as he placed it against his skin
And he looked up to the heavens and whispered, “You win”

Nobody heard the blade slice through his wrists
Nor the blood as it flowed freely and dripped
Staining the white floor around his bare feet
He slid down the wall, and closed his eyes for one final sleep
Nobody heard David’s tears as his life slipped away
Nobody knew what happened to him until the following day.

X-Factors (Working Title)

So I’m staring at the love letter you sent me
Or rather I wish that’s what I was reading
Instead I’m stuck with a slice of hot hatred
Singeing my fingers
But I hold on anyway
Hoping this feeling will burn away
Though I try to ignore it, it remains all too true
I still love you.
But according to this letter, that wasn’t enough
Was it?
No of course not…
Right?
I mean, if it was, I wouldn’t be sitting here
Drowning in my own tears
Damn….
I am such a bitch.
Where did we go wrong?
And now I’m slicing and dicing
All our flirting and enticing
The kisses and hugs
All those fuzzy lovebugs
That wrapped around us like a snug glove
And the equation remains the same.
Nothing adds up, remainders exist left and right
Not a single equal sign in sight….
Even when I analyzed our epic fights
Battles that left you sobbing
And me couch hopping
I’m still answerless…
Cause we got through every bout.
Except this burning Post-It in my hand.
For a few more hours
I toss and turn every angle of our romance
Until suddenly, I’m snapped out of my trance
And it makes sense.
My love wasn’t enough and neither was yours
Because of all the extra factors we let in the door
Cluttering up the space that connected our hearts
Then that bond hit maximum capacity and fell apart
We got caught up in expectations and fine print
The little details and rumors that didn’t mean shit
Until we forgot each other….
And this is what you must have been angry to see
Wow….suddenly this letter isn’t hurting me.

A Little Bit?

Sooo, I'm currently on this new artist. She freakin rocks. Her voice, which is very light, breathy (is that a word? it is now) really is enjoyable. Her album, Youth Novels, goes hard. End of story. So if you have an open mind, and just enjoy interesting music, feed your eclectic pallet and check her out! Ah yes, her name. Lykke Li. You can thank me later. =P

P.S.-I originally came across her in a remix to her song Little Bit. and who does the remix feature? Drake. So all you drake heads, here's a new song for you to hop onto.

New Kool Art: The Terrible Three

Ok, so I just felt a need to pay a tribute to my besties. Without save and keenon, I don't know what I'd do. Probably pursue a "safe" career lol. But leave it to those two to be my bad inf--motivators to pursue my passion with a fire unbridled. Also leave it to them to land me in handcuffs right next to them. All in all, this pic is Kool Art because it's me, he and she....the diverse yet identical members of the Terrible Three.

New Kool Art and Poem: Weathered Armor

I wake up every morning
In this skin.
Soft to the touch
This caramel barrier is stronger than me
See
As I trace the battle scars
I remember
Every cut, scrape, and stab
Every burn, sting, and bite
Of loneliness and despair
That caused tattery and wear
Upon my skin.
Branding my experiences
Throughout the years
Upon me.
Telling
Of my Iliad
Endless siege upon me
A blessed curse of the living
But my skin never gives in.

Poem: Nourishment

They tell me it’s a fool’s errand
Like searching for the fountain of youth
I need to just give up and accept the truth
That writing isn’t serious and just done for fun
I’d have a bigger chance looking down the barrel of a gun?

They tell me art is a great dream
But too unsure to become reality
Unless I’m searching for my guaranteed fatality
And without connects it’d be up to fate
To determine whether or not I’d be great?

They tell me it won’t make me much money
I’d be stuck and have nowhere to go
Stuck in cement on a stagnant flow
Competing against those who want it just as bad as me
Reaching for the oxygen that I’ll never breathe?

Look.

I wake up with words on my mind
Fall asleep with a pen and a few rhymes
Spend hours on a story that will become a script someday
And not once do I get bored with thinking of things to say
And you still claim I don’t have what it takes?

I will be the specter behind every great song
The lyrical lover that lasts all night long
I will be that visionary to the stage
That lost thought process that lets the truth out its cage
And you still claim I’m not dedicated enough?

I have the legacies of Langston and Hemingway
Igniting my motivation to light my way
A whole community of artists who believe in what I do
Who were all told just like me, that they were blinded fools
And you still claim it’s futile to try?

Give me a break.

My writing is my daily bread
The one thing I constantly need
It’s what I eat, live, and breathe
And though you may not agree
And it’s clear you do not approve
I refuse to give up and feed into you.

A Word From Me

Hey guys, so I've recently become aware that there's more people checking out my blogs than I thought. That's really good! It actually warms my heart. A very little bit. Lol. But thank you, and feel free to reach out to me if you have any comments on my stuff, or if you want me to write about something. I'm always in need of new inspiration. Also, if you like what you're reading, tell your friends. Ask them to check out my stuff. Then tell them to ask their friends. And so on and so forth. I'll be having a myspace page up along with my friends that keeps track of all our work. I mean ALL. Poetry, videos, pictures, music, you name it, we'll have it. If not, it'll only be a matter of time. So keep an ear out. Again, thanks for reading, I really appreciate it!

Double Feature: Kool Art: Selfish Bastards/ New Poem: Metaphor (Working Title)

Metaphor.
Figure of speech
Designed to teach
Or rather play upon the fact
That things aren’t what they seem
The way diamonds on your fingers gleam
With a value only made real by a man
But had he died before his great plan
Came into fruition
Would humankind still listen?
To the opinion
That sparkly things bring joy
And feed an empty belly
Yet…
I can’t use them…
To make peanut butter and jelly.
To relieve the swollen stomachs
Of the piss pot damned
And once again I’m ass slammed
Into reality’s shit-covered can
And when I stand to get up
They get me fucked up
With shiny bling and fancy things
And gilded illusions to make my heart sing
Having a value only made real by a man
But had he died before his great plan
Came to fruition
Would humankind still listen?
To the delusion
That all that glimmers is indeed gold
And is ours to cherish and hold
Yet…
His blood is gleaming
Brighter than the most precious gem
And so is the gun I’m holding
So when?
Do I get all the chromed-out rewards
I was promised?
So the sirens sound
And as I’m slammed to the ground
I’m bitchslapped
Right into Karma’s naked lap
And as I try to get up
She grabs my wrist
Pulls me close and kisses my lips
Then whispers in my ear
The one thing I’ve grown to fear
That story about the money and gold
I swear I need
But they only have a value made real by a man
But had he died before his great plan
Came to fruition
Would humankind still listen?
To metaphors of greed which we can’t seem to escape
Figures of speech
Designed to teach
Or rather play on the fact
That we cannot step back
From the desired
Things
That
We lack.

I'm "Bleeding Music." No, seriously. Check it yourself. http://ping.fm/IbGsV

Double Feature- Kool Art: Bleeding Music & Poem: Bleeding Music

I was curious to see
What was flowing inside of me
So with swift bladed motion
I cut myself open
One, two, three times
Perfect lines
Across my chest
Took my heart out and watched it beat...
To my amazement I was not dead
And what my heart bled
Was not red...
No.
What flowed out had a rhythm
Black notes bobbing up and down
Never once spilling onto the ground
But winding it's way back into me
Through my veins and capillaries
I was in awe
And so curious me
Decided to touch a note...and I heard a
BEEP.
Or rather a do, re, mi
For after one, I had to touch three
Bewildered by the fact that I was bleeding sound
I let go of my heart
Only to find it did not fall apart
For the notes held it up and kept it beating
Kept it vibing, kept it bleeding
And then I noticed my breathing
Faster now, and so faster they flowed
Quarters, eights and even an occasional rest
It was composing at it's best!
For an hour I tapped my notes
Breathing slower and faster
Until I was the master of my own beat
But suddenly, the music stopped
And my heart dropped
But before it hit the ground
My eyes snapped open
And I saw the dead iPod i was holdin.

The Alternative

You said you were shattered
Wearing a broken smile upon a wounded heart
Hissing sharp pessimisms against light optimisms
Walking with a wall built ten feet high
Treating love like a poison from which you’d die
Yet why?
Sure he wasn’t what you wanted him to be
Maybe not the perfect man you forced yourself to see
He cheated, lied, beat you down
Left you to pick up the pieces
With no one around
And so now you’re what?
Split in two; not sure what to do?
Instead of listening to your heart breakin’
Learn the art of heartmakin’
Take your mistakes and his and put them in a box
And keep it under key and lock
Wear your heart on your sleeve
So that it can breathe
And keep that box hidden where no one can see
When you fall in love again
Look into that box
Fine-tuning your heart just like a clock
Against what not to do and what not to accept
Choosing to live doesn’t mean you have to forget

Kool Art: Gemini Tat

See? Told you. I'm currently oddball out. But I'll be gettin mine this summer.

Kool Art: Pisces Tat

This tattoo is on my other best friend, Keenon. Save has a similar one on her neck, with her sign, gemini and the moon is a crescent. Im next, with mine being the half moon. My sign? LIBRA BABY!!!!! haha, three phases in one cycle. yes, we're really that close.

Kool Art: Captured In Ur Memories By Saverose Tual

So this was done by my bestie. She's really talented, and I love her work. This is def one of my favorites by her.

Kool Art: Converses!!!!!

So I had to post this up, because I saw this add in a magazine and it was definitely on one of my favorites. Converses are my favorite kicks of all time; they can be worn with anything, anywhere, anyway, by anyone. Can't get much more relaxed than that!

Today's Kool Art: NYC

So I'm starting a new bloggie thing as I like to call em. Kool Art!!! Just random, awesome artistic works I find online. Or in the real world. One or the other lol. So check em out! Comment and shit. Later!

Underneath the Sky

Every now and then I come across music that's worth talking about. Sometimes it's really good. Sometimes extremely terrible. Other times...it's amazing. Right now, I'm listening to Mateo, an artist I came across while bullshittin on myspace, and, put simply, he rock. His music is at best described as eclectic. There's something for everyone. I personally find it inspiring. As somebody who wants to write songs, it's always good to listen to other artists. So check his work out on myspace or hit up his website, mateoonline.com. He even has a twitter: http://twitter.com/mateoonline. So please, give him a listen, and stop taking my word for it.

Hold Fast Hope

**I wrote this not to get a nod of approval. Nor howls of disdain. Nor to adulterate the sacred confines of one's brain. Hold fast to your beliefs. But respect those of others.

My faith has always been a simple equation
No complicated dividends or percentages
Just faith.
Faith in something greater than you or me
Or this universe.
It is a belief in something good.
Pure.
A gift of omnipotence from which my soul is merely a cell
Amongst millions?
Billions?
Some number that I can't count
And I'm fine with that.
Because, everyone can come to me with their "religion"
And I always end up where I was in the beginning.
A higher power to believe in...
And all the opinions built around it.
No, I'm not saying I'm supposed to get it all.
What I am saying is why spend my life trying?
Why not just attempt living since I'm already dying?
Since when is it so wrong for me to breathe oxygen
From wherever I please, however I choose?
What if we are here to pave our own way?
What's that you say?
The book says?
No disrespect, but pages can be burned...
And intuition can't be learned
Or twisted, or contorted to fit one's beliefs
So I think I'll just hold onto the rhythm beating inside of me.
Surely, I'll make my own mistakes
But a lesser man is designed out of the ones he makes
And a greater man is created and recreated through what he can take away.
So holding fast to my beliefs is where I'll stay.