The poem that I'd never write..
The kind of poem that'd show me in a different light.
I scoff at Benja F bills
Women come and go,
I be popping pills that make the world turn slow.
I yolo hardcore,
Holler at team swag,
Money and the bitches,
Tell her throw it in the bag..

That's the kind of poem that I'd never write.
The kind of poem where I murder everyone in sight.
I keep it real hood.
Gangster all day.
Look me the wrong way,
Dead body in the hallway.
You don't want no problems,
I'm strapped like Velcro,
Dummy I don't play no games, Nintendo.

This made little sense,
something wasn't right.
This is the kind of poem I would never ever write.

It's the pen-equipped rebel, real nutty like pistachios.
Never looking back at the past, or the path he chose,
Tries to keep his passion stowed, but it's such a challenge,
When the world's attacking me, I'm never taking damage.
I use words to my advantage, and the ink stains are my varnish,
Shielding me from any weak attempts to try and tarnish me.
I can weather any weather, whether worse snowstorms or better.
I think I got this poem thing to a Tee just like the letter.
I can turn a pebble to a mountain,
One rebel to a thousand,
Cut myself and bleed, turn my death into a fountain, of youth..

I remember, road trips in the astro,
Times were always great but the trips were never fast though
Such a hassle, wishing it'd be faster,
Looking like a box turtle, moved just as slow.
We'd leave almost every weekend in the summer,
I never thought any of the trips we took were bummer,
In my mind were fun, they probably were funner,
Man, we loved that van, what I'd do for another.

Many great times, sand, beach and sun
Some taboo nights, lustful and fun
Thanks for the times, van,
Damn, what a run.

Remember the past? man, those were the days,
Where the hardest decision was what games we would play.
Our biggest worries were scraped knees and curfews,
Now we have to worry bout late fees and work blues,
We'd get our boo-boos kissed and healed by our mothers,
And spend countless hours playin Mario with my brothers.
those were the times, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
My childhood was awesome, I can't put it into words.

Hay mucha negatividad.
No tanta caridad
Porque no todo el año?
Porque hacernos daño?
Hasta los amigos mas cercanos se convierten en extraños
And I don't understand it,
What's wrong with this planet?
Why is there such evil?
If there's a God then why'd he plan it?
El hombre ha matado mucho mas que cualquier cancer.
There's way too many questions,
And not nearly enough answers.

"The world sees me looking in the mirror,
Images of me, getting much clearer, dear self",
I wrote a letter just to better my soul,
Trying to keep it all together, wrapped and under control.
I have a dream like Dr. King once had
A vision of a time where not a thing is bad.
Where every body is an equal, and they've met their needs,
The only addicts live off compliments and good deeds.
War is nonexistent and they've banished the gun.
Every automobile runs off energy from the sun.
I have a dream like Dr. King once dreamed.
I'm fighting for my dream, a dream to be free.

Don't you see the issue?
What's the bigger picture?
Is it logical to pay a nurse less than we do a pitcher?
This madness needs to end.
To me, it makes no sense.
I just want to shed some light, I don't mean to offend.
We have much to fear,
The answer's never clear,
But we need to question everything that fills our ears.
Cuz half of it is strange,
Half the people are deranged,
This world needs so much help, its up to us to make a change.

Sometimes I question, what's the purpose to my writing?
But when readers compliment me, I can't help but keep on smiling.
The answer's pretty simple, I write because I love it.
Creating art and beauty, masterpieces built from nothing.
To me it's so exciting, one of my many passions.
A world without the poet's very morbid to imagine.
The world would be so different and it would've gone to waste,
All the poetry I've ever written, gone, and lost in space.
But I'm glad that's not the case,
I can't help but be amazed,
Since my poems started trending, there's a smile on my face.
They've been here from the start and also passed the test of time,
Broken through the fourth dimension,
All this with simple rhymes.
I try to shed some light into this world that's very dark.
So hello world, I hope that when I leave, I've left my mark.

With so much evil in the world, it's hard to stay strong.
So much bad among us, it's so easy to go wrong.
There's people filled with malice, people who discriminate.
Their hearts have become callous, and seem to live off deepened hate.
Degrading what is different, and they don't even care,
or fathom we're alike, like phonemic sounds in pairs.
Whether black or white, whether blonde or a brunette,
We all bleed the same, yet we're so quick to forget.
Is it because it's easier to do nothing than to learn?
It's hard to save the planet, easy to watch it burn.
Such a fine line in-between, it is hard to distinguish,
The moment that we give up is the moment that we're finished.
But we can't be submissive, not one person's typical
We're all one of a kind, that's distinctive of a miracle.
Nothing will ever change, if we don't ever try.
It starts with just two vowels, it starts with U and I.
The answer isn't hidden, it's found in the Preamble,
The answer's We the People, let's be shining examples.

A feeling so sublime and you put your hand on mine,
And you look me in the eyes, so I'll take it as a sign,
So, uh, put away the wine and turn off the candle's light.
You could be the devil's wife but thankfully you're mine.
Let us just unwind, and you don't have to worry.
Yeah, let's make a movie written with the greatest story.
We, we're barely sober and I'm kissing on your shoulder
and although you're such a lady, me, I'm acting like a Dober...mannn
Damn, your kisses are on fire.
I can't help it but i wanna take you higher.
Higher than you're used to, I know angels fly high.
It turns me on to hear you moaning as i touch you, let out a sigh.
We rip our clothes off like kids on Christmas night,
Start ripping presents open hoping their wish list is right.
Now your body's getting hotter, it seems to match my lust.
I just can't hold it and no drug can match its rush.
So hush, I must, let my tongue slowly explore,
Every single inch of you as your body begs for more.
I know, I know that you're wetter than the ocean,
Your body is a typhoon, let's put it in to motion.
Grab my hands and take a hold,
Shh, don't say a word.
Feel me in your soul.
Let's drown out the world.
You're sweating all on me, I'm sliding deep in you.
The lady goes in hiding and the freak starts creeping through.
Doggy, missionary, honey, tell me, what you wanna?
I'll have you breathing heavy and sweating just like a sauna.
So we can do whatever, I'll love you true forever,
Just look me deep in the eyes as we cum together...

A poem written with lascivious thoughts,
Closer to the flame, what a ridiculous moth,
I'm driven by the lust, I felt so compelled
To close the distance between us,
I'm lost, can't you tell?
Are you a devil? Angel?
Neither heaven nor hell,
Could break this spell I'm in, I keep sinning, I love it, oh well.
Now its time to give in,
This night is a sin,
I lost control of my own body but this feels like a win.

..Music is my inspiration,
It fuels my drive, my goals, and it is my motivation,
My determination, enduring and undying,
I could say that I don't need it but I know that I'd be lying.
Make it without trying, its everywhere you go,
inside everything you see, it's in everyone you know.
And what a thing to hear, go tell everyone that's near, both enemies and peers, have no fear,
Here's a cheer, even if you don't drink, grab a beer,
hear ye, hear ye, come, thee and listen,
Music is my medicine, to spread it is my mission.
And if I do succeed and infect a single soul,
I hope that it's contagious and the virus starts to grow,
And soon everyone will know, whether young or really old,
That time might heal all wounds but music's therapeutical,
So bask in all its greatness, relax and just embrace it,
Music's all around us, it's surrounding and amazing.

Music's such a blessing, don't you all agree?
Music is my armor when the world's attacking me,

Without it, I'd be crazy, how'd I ever get so lucky?
Me and music go together like a bath and rubber duckies.

To provide you with some sort of deeper mental stimulation.
From the Master, Uniquely Specializing In Creation

The eternal deep thinker,
Vexed and perplexed, I'm a mess of quills and inkers,
Deeper than the belly of a beer-downing drinker, whatta stinker,
Deeper than the ocean,
Fishing deeper than the fisher,
Way deeper than a fishy or the hook, line, sinker.
Deeper than a creeper, keeping creeping on the DL,
Deeper than devil-infested levels, deep in the Hell,
Much deeper and way steeper than I've ever hoped to get,
Getting closer to my dreams and not a single one regret.

I used to share more writing with the public,
but now I've realized some of what I write is ugly.
And misinterpreted, I'd rather keep it to myself.
And do my best to stop this bigger urge to cry for help,
At the very least, I'll try, and even if I fail,
I vow to never cry, again, so that no one can tell,
What it is I feel inside, this void inside consuming,
Evil thoughts are brewing, I assume my life will soon end.
As I take these bitter pills,
As I consume this liquor,
I can't help but feel,
more glad as I get sicker..

They pull the strings behind the scenes, they think themselves queens and kings controlling everything.
And we're the poor pawns that fawn on and on and on, day to day, from dusk til dawn.
We need to stop the cycle. No, we HAVE to stop this cycle. Get off the bike, though, we might not like to, Because we're prisoners and though we're lacking actual shackles, our rights are ass backwards, and the rulers are money-hungry psychos.
We the people pay the price,
The price for living paid in pain and constant suffering,
Nothing's really what it Seems,
And no one Sees because We numb ourselves through drugs and Vicodins,
Pill-poppers, downers, uppers,
Blunt-puffers, paint huffers,
Wrist cutters, coke snuffers,
Methamphetamine intravenously-injecting stupid motherfuckers.
Drug smugglers, crack stuffers,
Mother struggles, baby suffers,
Speed lovers, glass crushers,
We numb it all so no one bothers.
but sitting comfy at the summit,
Watching the planet plummet,
Are the ones pulling the strings behind the show.
The ones without a soul.
The ones behind it all, yet few of us do know.
It's time we all wake up, stop confirming to the rules, it's time we cut these strings and put the people in control.

These walls are closing in, where do I begin?
My mind is running back and forth, pacing from within.
I'm talking to myself, arguing, internal strife,
Debating who the hell I am, in this infernal life?
Incoherent babble, I'm asking what I'm after.
I understand my questions way more than I do my answers.
I'm feeling burningcold but I know I'm deadawake,
Screaming silently, I mean, can no one hear me break, and shatter
What's the matter? What's the fuss?
Who am I? What of us?
Is it just? Just because?
Truly, what have I become?