Fuck Wtf Am iDoing
Making This Worse For My Self
And Re Picked Up
This iS Were iT Starts.
Should Begin To Worry
iTs Way To Early!
Already On A Thin Line The Last Chapter iN My Life
till My Death Story.
iM Killing Me Slowly
By Taking This Substance.
My Times Ticking
My Hearts Beating
As iContinue To Use
More Like Abuse.
iCant Just Take
1 Line Or Smoke 1 Bowl
And Save The Rest.
iGo All About And Have To Do Every Last Bit.
Then iGo On Again To Finding A Way To Get More Of it
We have to keep silent Simply because we're not allowed to talk ... Our thoughts have got turned into Tiny ones Simply because that's it ... Our pretty words have become abbreviated For many reasons ... To be is not allowed anymore Simply because to be not has got replaced by it ... We have got cornered Anywhere and everywhere ... _____________________
That's what engulfed me
and my heart
before I could risk anything.
I could never put my best foot forward
when it came to you
knowing that I may never get a chance.
I could never make a move towards you
knowing that at some point,
we may end up further apart that what we already are
In my desire to cease my longing,
I drew away myself away from you
only to suffer and unquenchable thirst,
one that only you can provide a relief to
I'm sure you'd be surprised
if I told you,
a part of me still wants to be with you.
Because in the end,
I regret the path I chose to deviate from,
I regret not taking my chances with you
I regret, not trusting you
Because we could have been forever,
and we'd never know.
Your name pops up occasionally and I remember you fondly.
You treated me wrongly but I still hold you in high regard.
I'm not sure why we have drifted apart,
but we can never be close again.
I thought we were good friends,
but it seems i've upset you,
and you don't have the respect to,
tell me what your problem is.
The solution is this.
The dissolution of memories from our teenage years.
blood sweat and tears.
Evaporated into the evolution of friendship that no longer exists.
So long brother,
those words make me shudder.
Maybe I should call you out?
Maybe I should call you now?
The phone just rings out....
Juxtapose my thoughts hold close and dearly,
nearly an artist.
standing up to be counted,
but the fact is,
the numbers don’t add up.
Pull the rug from underneath my feet,
and i’ll feel at one with the ground.
my soles will meet the surface,
and the holes in the life i chose.
will be exposed to those I surround.
Mistakes repeated like a daily routine.
a habitual cycle,
ritual in virtue,
I never meant to hurt you,
but the aftershocks are oblivious to man made emotions,
you watch in retreat,
as I go full circle.
Meander through my mind,
for one final time,
maybe mine will change yours,
like the course of a river,
after a natural disaster.
My time alone is golden,
a time to payback and repent,.
I wish that made sense,
I whispered again.
For heavens sakes,
when the levee breaks,
you might understand,
I’m scared of the sea,
but i’m lost on the land.
The heart works for the hard work,
beating constantly as targets are acquired.
Shots fired, money wired and payments aplenty.
Contacts signed, terms and conditions defined,
it could take time, but the balls rolling.
Touch base as we reach for the stars,
customers in charge, their business is ours.
We roll monthly, comfortably in our own domains,
renew them annually again as the pattern remains the same.
Some days, it's a struggle to get out of the pit,
feeling burnout, lack energy for my daily workout.
The wage ain't great but the dividends could add up to millions.
Some are cynical but I won't listen to those opinions.
I treat my staff as people not minions.
No need for incidents were a team of individuals.
Passionate and driven creatures,
hidden features and secret keepers.
Let's get money and lets get paid,
Theres a million ways we can earn more than the minimum wage.
Let's raise the bar, the city is ours and the worlds not too far away...
Dream tomorrow and live today.
This was the emblem on my old school blazer.
The poem itself is about the business I own and run and my employees as we work together each day.
Let me be the first to say,
I'm not sorry for the words I said.
They may of been said in haste,
and put you in your place.
Enjoy the taste, of your own medicine.
I could eat you for dinner.
There could only be one winner,
and I can't see you celebrating a victory today.
Take me away to the place where we doubled down,
your humbled frown,
in your dressing gown.
No one else around,
the screams in the backround,
no one will backdown,
at least for now.
I'm still not sorry,