I went to war last night;
Psychadelic relics proved that I was pathetic
I come with peace today;
Without a doubt, broke out, going free on my new route
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Park my car in the traffic, jam with the downpour
The dawn pours light in, drop lets down poor minds with four
Senses, blind to see the beauty in liquid sunshines
Sirens sing along to signal the wicked star signs
Of aligned minds that hit rock bottom, forever free
For cleverly keeping their sanity to never see
Pages that I wept on, beyond the clouds that I rest on
Catch me below the Heavens without my vest on
And take my shirt off as I'm dancing in the rain
Roam and sing to the blind, romancing in the pain
Dancing in the rain, ignoring my phone calls
My blown walls whistle but I ignore my own calls
Back to reality, where I missed living for days
Living for ways, to escape my lyrical maze
My pinaccle stays high in my cynical phase
So I live carefree while everyone's seeking for praise
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
The street lights illuminate the world we live in
Driven to despair by those who are for givin'
Up their broken hearts, **** 'n' puff with Mary
To carry on burdens though loads and forms may vary
Well, become my cherry red girl, Lucy
To see, how far you see in the depths of the blue sea
I know I see, icy watches but eyes are the soul's window
And my eye sees an icy world in eye seas, so
I stand in the streets as an onlooker, streets shook her
Hook her on morphine trips, ****** on more fiend *****
Than on screen clips, the way she succeed in the hood
Misunderstood, lacking common sense to be good
Once more, once for their loved ones, twice for themselves
Thrice for their dependances left alone on their shelves
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
When it's past midnight, the corner stores the light
Of outcasts who gather 'round corner stores at night
Buzz doors from twenty threes to fours in the A.M
To pay 'em for lighters and escape from their mayhem
'Caused by the seven devils represented by four men
Who leave souls in torment, drugs leave bodies in dormant
States, 'til they wake in cold sweats over old bets
With the debts they owe to destiny, but gold lets
Dreamers have nightmares to carry on bold threats
Against life, to live off without their rolled sets
Of Losses, left behind, like their cigarettes
But even the wisest forget that regrets
The evil to live, backwards, in the context
Of the complex lives of outcasts, while some flex
As they run checks through banks and promote dumb ***
In the car radio's sunday night blues
Some choose to be ghouls, others ride an excuse
To cruise control through the night that's in sight
Two crews can stroll to delight, that's insight
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Dark nights trade lights between stars and skyscrapers
Bar liquors and odd favors, lingering thoughts to dry papers
In a laundromat where fiends stay at 'til they find their change
And exchange life stories of wars that are strange
To some, deranged folks pile up quarters for a dime
Peace, reminisce on simpler times before they hooked on crime
I, wonder when it was that their dreams started fadin'
Up late in corners are the insomniacs tradin'
Chemical mixtures in the same churches they prayed in
Now they seek aid in gateway drugs to unveil
The gates to Heaven after they've done jail
Sentences diminishin' what's left of their presence
In a sense, innocence leaves no room for vengeance
Against the cash that rules, souls, gold chains and jewels
Late nights in swimmin' pools of miseries and dues
Drawn in my notebooks on a midnight cruise
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC