I’m on the right road of the wrong path
Should be first but I am dead last
Heading true north but I’m south bound
Trying to swim, more like trying to drown
Look I am just trying to move forward in my life. Put some distance in my rearview and grow in my life. Catch a rhythm leading up and explore in this life. Soaring over shooting stars and ****** success with the rest of my life.
Take a step forward but I am yanked back
Spun around and Ka thwacked
Speaking truths but fed lies
Watch the vision forward, wither and die
Play the game but I cannot compete. Each new rule leads me to defeat. Picked only to be released. Now I am behind again, dealing with a handicap so massive it’s missive. Rolling die when I should be spinning the wheel. Kinging when I should be checking. Moving pieces that don’t belong.
So, I try again to play the game
Looking fly but really lame
New tactics but the results stay the same
Stay out of trouble but get the blame
All and all I see the end. The way out is to make my way out. No feints or fake outs. Just a simple plan laid out. No exaggerated, grandiose, exuberated exit. Just a normal walk-out.
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 1:34 AM UTC
Even before 1619 chains and tormentors guided our fate’s
Decisions made by masters of disasters, calamity incarnate
Strict with the lash, fast with cash, made to be last
Ground into mash and left in the past
Hundreds of years drowning in the struggle
Voices ignored and submerged into a gurgle
Each strike an etching of fear to remind of us we belong in the rear
We belong under their heel, we belong in a field
Our place standing as equal, not real
'1865 and the wool is pulled further over our eye’s
The lies fly fast when equality is subject
You matter, you’re worthy, you’re heard and valued
Just enough to serve and just enough to observe
Now they tell me we’ve been unshackled from the hassle
Now our voices are as powerful as the masters
Now actions matter
With my newfound freedom, I looked behind the curtain
Found a sinister grin hiding a truth that leads us right back to where we began
Where my freedom of choice is blocked by the path to move forward
Where my value is determined buy profits that profit from me as a product
Forever a slave to shackles of titles that never really matter
Shackles of false power and influence
Shackles of masters too blind to see the new face staring at them from inside the veil
Forever beaten blue and yellow.
Nov 13, 2021
Nov 13, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
Moving along in life looking at all the different stalls
I wonder how much it all costs
If I could ever have it all
What about one smile?
What about an extra mile?
What about a first love?
What about the longest hug?
I wonder if I will ever have enough
Everything is so expensive
I only have so little left
Will it really be worth it?
What if It was a waste?
Something I could never get back
I must spend it though
Every little bit must be accounted for in the end
This precious currency
Nothing attained with it can be returned
All sales are final
Let’s buy this one smile
Just one
Oops
Looks like it was upside down.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
I do my best work when I am cold
I used to see a dead canvas and grow bold
Starring into the depths I had something to mold
Putting pieces back together and making gold
I didn’t care about the wreckage
I worshiped the damage
Infectious
I filled the empty with a curse
Brought life to the worst
Pulled strings so tight that the seams would burst
My magic was black and wrong but also right
I sliced smiles into faces and ripped hearts from the grieving
Always the enemy always a threat
My intentions were pure as cruel as they were
Once dead now alive
No thanks are necessary
A life for a life is a is a fair price
Am I right?
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
Lately I have been struggling with inspiration.
Lately it has come from an ugly source.
When I write these words, they are tainted with remorse.
I feel like the light is all gone.
My thoughts black like silence.
What give them their weight is violent vices.
Now my uplifting banter is reduced to static, tragic white noise.
I once had a vision.
They said with my talent I could have soared.
Reached heights where only wings could go.
It’s wasted now.
Now walking this path of old.
A path where my options couldn’t grow.
A dreadful path full of bright and alluring glow.
I feel stuck on my way to losing one of the things that makes me know.
A piece of me which helps calm the flow.
There is hope! A tiny ember.
Smothered in the ash.
Nurtured by the pain of inspiration last gasp.
Well not really seeing as how it grasps again and again.
This desperate act just begins and begins.
Will I ever leave this path of mine?
I guess only time knows the answer.
All it gives me is a rhyme.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
With each reach I am further away than I hoped.
Clawing desperately at walls of mud.
Foiled by the viscosity of fools.
No matter how hard I try to escape the solitude it haunts me still.
Looming over me like a cowl adhered to my skull.
Comforting is its presence.
Complex are it’s vexes.
Is it the walls or my skin that take the brunt of my aggression?
Is it outward or all within?
Could it be that the darkness is my only friend?
The only thing that remains.
All my efforts are in vain.
All my transgressions explained.
My thoughts are all insane.
But here in the depth I can escape the pain.
So here I shall remain.
Filled with more of the same.
Questions unexplored… a bane.
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
The point of view
Is that it is pointed at you
of which your perspective is askewed
They will point to their point of view
demand that you start anew
Muddy the waters till it looks like a stew
murky and obtuse
gory and smelling of refuse
Lacking scenery the perfect image of destitute.
No refuge just excuse
one right after another
Soon all the words come together
Musty dusty and covered in leather
it all changes right before your eyes
now it looks right because your thruth started to die
now your whole life is just a big ole lie
That is the whole point of this
Your point of view
Is pointed at you
Now they are all the same
Your point of view is a point of view
It just isn't the same
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
I am so selfish and helpless
I am lost in the world
I am so selfish and helpless
I would trade everything for some gold
I am so selfish and helpless
I wish I could go
I am so selfish and helpless
I will believe whatever I am told
I am so selfish and helpless
I want something to hold
so selfish and helpless
A nothing to behold!
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
sinister songs sung in A minor.
Spin tales of my victories and glory.
They won't allow me to escape your embrace. Your goal is to forever drown me.
You make all the pain sound pretty and glitzy. Some how you make my moves sound less risky. You keep singing those song I've only ever heard you talk in lyrics.
You vocalize and I Idolize!
You analyze and I compromise.
You terrorize and I accept the lies.
Now I'm drowning.
I should have saw this coming.
The skeletons beneath you are deep.
In an abyss is where you sleep.
Now I'll keep you company while you reap.
Another secret to keep.
A lullaby for another time.
A sirens song.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
Tingly tips skate across smooth skin
Gentle like low waves embracing the shore
Tapping out messages
Soothing with hypnotic cadence
It's okay to drown
It's okay to let the feeling surround
Hold on tight
It is light
Given with care
An amount that is fair
Summers kiss with autumn's sin
Swelling and dancing within
Nurture it and it will grow
A beautiful flower to behold
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC