Clutching onto the wings of life,
His grasp is surely in the reach,
Reminding thus far his strife;
And breathing in retrid peace.

An arrow shot through the heart,
Holding his hand in silent unity,
Crying out the pain, what a lie;
he no longer breathes immunity.

Authors wail in distant slain,
Committing his act as a sin,
Though they don't know his hardships;
As the sky's breathe rain.

A transgression befell upon thee,
And the wicked tears flow,
Understanding his mindset;
So now they know.

Rusted, desolated, broken dreams.
Torn down, built up, sold as new.
Forgotten memories, stolen ideas,
That is where I hail from.

Sky blue eyes curving simplicity,
I reign from the ashes of the hollow.
Black, blue, yellow, and green
the fruits show peace beyond negativity.

Sitting on an open porch,
Smiling like no other,
listening to the tales of the tales,
that come from my father.

Apricot trees, Fixated houses;
down the street is torn up and beat,
where my friends lived vouches,
is where I would come up to meet.

Current animations hold a shotgun,
shooting at the first sight seen at the end of the street,
sadly is where my life belongs;
And where my dreams rely.
My life flashes before my eyes
As my two childhoods collide.

Clouds fill the night sky, hiding those that shine.
Silence echoes through the waves of infidelity;
allowing those to speak with low humanity.
Cars blare with retched tunes, only to avoid their doom.
Hiring signs verbally passed around,
gossip in surround sound.
Hope etched into a million dreams,
taking part in the crescent screens.
Dancing upon dancing into twirling
headache *****-filled gleam.
Guessing games and endless fright,
clouds filling the moonlit night.

I dreamt about you again.
They gave you back just to ****** you up.
And it pains me to see the twinkle in your eye,
Unknowing if this is the last goodbye.

I dreamt of you tonight.
The thoughts just kept replaying in my mind.
Do you even remember my name?
We tried our best, my mother and I.

I dreamt of you in general.
And although we paid thousands of thousands
We’re in debt forever and ever,
Just to see you never.

I dreamt of you at ease.
I can’t keep up the silence anymore.
Thinking of you unsheltered and alone.
The pain still hurts me.

I dream of you always.
Hoping we cross paths another day,
And our guilt will just go away.

But until then,
I will forever dream of you.

Caught in a trapezoid of emotions;
Distancing their commodities to serve manly duty.
Time is of the essence, evolution participating.
Feelings ditched with a standard glock;
Rays of sunshine succeeding,
Composing the lack of empathy.

Young as a stack of cash,
Drawn out as an empty ATM.
Apologies aren’t accepted, nor tolerated
Whacked upon belief,
We are soon found beneath the reef.

Besmirched by peers,
Ostracized.
We live as we live; die as we die.
We fight as we fight;
And we lie when we lie.

Crimes often exposed with loyal servitude,
Preaching the terrified beyond their years,
Crying their hearts out they ache,
Searching for their lonely little tear.

We aren’t the gratification you seek.
We aren’t the heartache you need.
We aren’t the thrill of the century.

Our lines are slick as they are easy.
Resist if you must; defend you will.
Once on our hit list you’ll surely be killed.

Despondency reeks on the mind so blue,
Plaguing the thoughts to a halt
and breaking the spirit divine.
Gestures haunt their living soul,
Constantly relapsing in moment’s time.

Heartbreaking desires sketch their weight
Onto a limitless sheet of paper,
writing those empty lines and
drawing their twisted fate.

Finding their purpose is the key to life,
yet the door remains purposely closed.
And we wonder why they soon cry in pain
simply put nothing will ever be the same.

Immediately we stand trial; clasping hands in thought,
Mending our realities and shaping our perception.
Intensity pleads against the harbor while throwing overboard the scripture
Sounds, density, volume
Surrounds our very unknown life.
Yet we praise upon the fiend, and refuse to hold onto our mind.
Onslaught is our very friend, for it is our mortal enemy.
Understand the briefings we not, and yet we appear happy.

Titles itch the aching belch,
screaming at the wrists to abide.
Yet no sentence is written,
only a ponder of the mind.
Etched surfaces breathe sentiment,
and kindness stares on through;
the harsh reality begins to set in
as the words drivel in time.

Hours pass admitting defeat,
Hands plead against the weight,
as the heart begins to ache.

The relaxation settles on,
Realizing no pages have turned,
Maybe the words have no life,
After all, everything is scorned.

It's quite sad to think
That humans put themselves in their positions.
Relying on jobs when nature is dying,
Cutting down the trees that protect our oxygen
Creating money when currency is the root of the trees.
We settle for less by saving for more,
And when it never comes we cry with greed
And malice towards the other ***,
The other race,
The other globe.

We grow hateful towards those who disagree with us,
signing away our lives through a verbal contact.
We eat those who give us supplements,
We eat those who give us nourishments,
We eat those who bring up guidance.
And we beat the lives growing within us.

Life is given through the miracle of conception,
Then we have to pay for our birth, our life, our fees, our deeds.
We were not destined to be free.

Everlasting inflicting pain
Tears open the wounds and scars
And overshadows all victories.
Heads pounding with malice and thrash
Yearning for love and existence
And all received is judgment with hate.
Kindred spirits broken in thrice;
Splitting personalities by the daylight.
Failing is inevitable when happy
Although the marks the skin bare
Witness to the suffering.

Gashing the thoughts into a blade
Hoping for revival of somewhat
Even though its gone intentionally.
Recognition is accepted and beloved
Until it turns violent with despondents.
Tear the pages apart and start anew
But the story will remain the same.

Hazardous thoughts begin to ponder,
And sure do they weep inside their heads,
Zealous emotions replaying over and over,
Young disciples of imagination led.

Mystic tangents burrow so blue,
Instinctually portraying so fondly,
Kinder; the masked crew.
Eerily familiar; paying their dues.

Hammering emotions to a forbidden nail,
the impact shutters the breaking wall.
Staring emotionless beyond the concrete
bricks beyond bricks of insecurity
pass the guards of reliability.
Happiness shielded with a broken heart,
damning emotions to never break apart.
And yet the wind blows along the rocky stream,
facing its own relentless demon screams.
Jaded, brashness, it begins anew
building one by one it stands,
never letting anyone through.

Carelessly stricken with a heart so yonder;
Admiration holds our heads with ponder.
Nay we live our life so young,
Doubtedly alone in a time so wrong;
Immediately we search for our one true love.

Lies are spoken with each word,
Yet we disdain information so absurd;
Neither less do we pray upon the old
Nor is there someone less to hold.

Perhaps she is the only true queen;
And her blessed heart raised two teens,
Twice the idiocracy,
Twice the bare,
Opened her arms with loving despair.
Not only is she like no other; no, for she is our mother

Low morality strung on a white checkerboard,
Waiting for social justice to rival with peace.
Each move a power play,
Throwing their own egotistical feast.
Heighten sense of vulgarity,
Dishing out with the popularity across the street.
Painless arguments grow upon the
numbness aggression;
shielding those with agony to be beat.
Over a lack of kindness,
None will ever meet

Intelligence revered; happiness persevered.
Queen of artificial,
Judging financially upon gentrification.
Catcalling at their beauty;
realizing all of it is subjective.
Her dusty fingers grasp onto the suggestive
knowing her fate is destined.
Queen of artificial,
a cancer not so benign.
She folds onto the weight of feelings
her heart drastically declines.
Queen of artificial,
how she breathes the wretched air;
and yet her mind is all but bare.
Queen of artificial,
We pray at her every wish,
hiding from her deadly kiss.
Queen of artificial,
defiled on her moral high-ground
but her actions still reign proud.

I want cold ice on the rock,
Shake the bottle, stir it up,
and then scramble it into multiple shots.
Sell the bottle, leave the glass,
empty the bowels into my shot-glass.
Hurry it up and don't forget it's precise,
let the drops drip down into the ice.
Give me my malt beer that I asked for,
And don't shake that up for my vocal recital.
I gave my all and let it drown and die,
so now I down my sorrow by drinking
Gulping, *******, drowning
Allowing my feelings to float high in the sky.
Then it crashes down, reaches to my very core,
and then that's when I drink some more.

The ******; sheepishly not innocent,
bound for another attack yet restrained by their inner hawk.
Guilted by feelings that drown in the sea of the land,
visibly tortured by the wakes of man.
Tasseled, bodied, manipulated to their very core;
the ease of handing gifts when given, and receiving gifts when taken.
They prey upon the demise of those upcoming, new, untold
Assuring their stories to never be told.
One hand and it's all whipped away,
Either by cuffs or a scarecrow at bay.

Hey babe,
Just lift up your shirt, show me your gown.
Do it with a smile, please never frown.
I don't care for your looks, I want your lust
Even if I'm the hard one to trust.
I want your ***, I want your appeal,
but trust me darling your face isn't my feel.
I need your body, I need to caress,
So do please lift it up that beautiful chest.
In my eyes you're pretty, you're just so gorgeous
However who you are isn't in my focus.
I just want you, and I know you want me too.
But a relationship, baby? No can do.
You're mine, one and only,
But baby don't fret if you get lonely.
Just hit me up on that cell phone of yours
And I assure I'll make my way over to ******* of course.
I don't want your story, I don't want to know your day,
Just let into your pants so I can feel happy hurray!
Another big score into the books, and all it took was complimenting your looks.
Please don't cry baby, it wasn't all a game.
After all, you knew what this was..
Just a hookup, okay?

Spinning thoughts turn into calculated fractions,
Reaping constantly the mind blazing;
Fiery with grief and concealed passion
the deed of unfortunate stifling its greed.
Forced by compounds of loneliness and stature,
the brain defeats itself with overcoming need,
realizing the creatures they created feast upon their nature
and pry on their last hopes and dreams.
Shortly they find themselves in a state of wreck
Crying and moaning over who they once were
And yet now all they need is someone to understand their mindset.
Except there is no cure to deal with this disease,
So they continue on their repentance filled with emptiness deceive.