She said it was her only life line
scars telling of her life in parts
every detail of every knife line
where one ends, another starts

numbness is nothing
pain is something

she said it was like her only need
satisfaction in killing the numb
in the darkness, she can only bleed
looking forward to the pain to come

i reach out my hands for an embrace
it's just another wasted case
arms extend, only to shove
there's no love

i wonder why my love's displaced
like a bird that's without grace
wings defend, against the dove
there's no love

i look for another heart to replace
it's out there somewhere lost in space
eyes pretend, to look above
there's no love

Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out

i woke up today, yesterday was what it was
another day of living my life for a buzz
i'm always surprised to see the morning light
when will i ever live my life right

what tomorrow brings is never on my mind
i search and search, then find what i find
eye to eye with the devil isn't a fair fight
when will i ever live my life right

stuck in a pattern that's set to repeat
with demons closing in and feeling the heat
my life ends up another day, another night
when will i ever live my life right

you gave your heart, you gave your soul
all in the name of rock and roll
you sang of the pain that we all know
so many people hate to see you go

still growing are the seeds you sowed
a life lived fast, a song played slow
your tortured soul wasn't just for show
you'll live on, in my radio

These branches have extended so far
protected by the outer bark
the inner wood is soft, not hard
underneath, the leaves are dark

it's hard to grow brand new shoots
and my air, it only pollutes
my branches are full of rotten fruit
the disease is deep within the roots

it's hard to believe what I have seen
in the steeples, they fill the seats
claiming to love the most and the least
they leave church and their love fleets

these creatures are just killing machines
seemingly demons of in between
people sleeping in deceiving dreams
never seeing what Jesus means

self-appointed reapers for the beast
grievous destroyers of the peace
driving jeeps with a sticker that reads:
we support our troops in the middle east

I hit em like a mack truck
no beeping when i back up
i never get my knack stuck
i put em on a rack yup

I watch em like a stalker
hear words from the talker
i crush the rock blocker
kid, i'm the real rocker

i blast em like a 10 gauge
on every single pen page
i'm living in a thin cage
screaming from a dim stage

i can see the resistance
words of inconsistence
i'll give you some assistance
but you can't go the distance

i don't know why everybody buys
the lies they devise to defy our eyes
we've lost sight of a final prize
it's time we rise and fight our demise

we have a right to speak our minds
our spines draw the line that defines
it's about time to pull back the blinds
light a light and see where it shines

the rushing water
what is it running from

skip it across the water that they're treading.

Hey mister, can you spare me a dime
or maybe just a moment of your time
I hate to admit, I'm a starving artist
and these days are the hardest

it seems senseless starving for art
artistic integrity plays a big part
parting my ways seems so hard
hardest part is silencing my heart

hey mister, can I sell you a rhyme
it might mean something over some time
I'm proud to admit I'm a starving artist
but my choices aren't the smartest

why do we fear rejection?
rejecting the chance for positive projection
projecting an image of our own detection
detected by the other's inspection

take a look at your own reflection
reflect on your eyes' connection
connect to the true perception
perceive yourself as perfection

(the rules for a quantum loop poem are that the last word in each line must be used in a different form, as the first word in the following line. It also must rhyme. It can be any length.)

In the darkest of night they rise
without humanity in their eyes
rotting flesh and beastly bones
rising like blood thirsty clones

When they rise, the end is near
the world becomes full of fear
by that time, it's way too late
torture and death is your fate

The time to suffer is coming fast
then none of us are going to last
so much blood sure to be shed
on this night of the living dead.

Why do I have this curse?
of foretelling doom in verse
a spell that I can't reverse
if I stop, it will get much worse

how can this be controlled?
so I can tell of tales untold
will the truth ever unfold?
all the secrets that I must hold

why did it happen to me?
forced to write of what I see
am I somehow part of the key?
will I ever find a way to be free?

i see him there every day
he always watches me
the town people call him stray
he calls himself free

"there's big fish under this bridge"
he points to a submerged stone
"that's where the whale lives"
I cast my line toward it's home

the old man smiled and watched me cast
idle hands and vicarious eyes
"don't try to set the hook too fast"
"this whale is really wise"

my line went tight, i felt the pull
i yanked with all my might
too hard headed to follow the rule
'let him take a big ole bite"

i threw my pole, and fell in the water
the old man only laughed
he said "look on the bright side"
"at least you got a bath"

(his smile made the water shimmer brighter
his laughter sang with the birds...)

"i'll be back soon to claim my prize
with a heavier pole and line
for me to catch a whale that size
it's going to take a lot of time"

now when i see the old man
we talk of the ones that got away
his wife, his kids, his life
and the fish i lost that day

We are sorry but the physical(campus) flat earth school is closed on account it was pushed over the edge of the Earth by 5 sasquatch(bigfeets, squatches, skunk apes), a wooly mammoth, and Mothman. We asked superman for help but he was in physics class on another planet.

Just read this and we will send your PHD. Congrats!




fill my feet with air
put me on a square
use our soles for patches
i think we make great matches

how's a compass work?
what's a compass for?
what's another dimension?
what's behind this door?

get me off this plain
toxify my brain
use our bones as easels
paint pictures of the weasels

how's a paintbrush work?
what's a canvas for?
what is inner descension?
who's inside that door?
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des·cen·sion
/dəˈsenSH(ə)n/
noun
1.
an act of moving downward, dropping, or falling.
"a smooth descension back down"
2.
a flock of woodpeckers.

it must be in my composition
composing lines of opposition
opposing the forces of inhibition
inhibiting me, and my mission

maybe the reason for my creation
creating lines of aspiration
aspiring to give my own translation
translating thoughts into formulation

=========thesis of completion============

i was made from the pavement of places
where faces are vacant of any translation
i interlace traces of those wasted cases
as a way of portraying their lost salvation

i speak from the streets of broken pieces
where the weak sleep in the heat of depletion
i seek to find some peace in my thesis
where these creatures reek of completion

on a quest for effervescent feathers
to be blessed with the best treasure ever
pleasure for forever never can be measured
i'm just a beggar on a heavenly endeavor

motherless
this must be just another test
utter less
stuck on the ****** to **** on the other breast
silken milk of the real deal and i feel like an udder mess

motherless

cover this
mist is sick with twisted, i discover less
it's colorless
put with the other gases to suffer and to smother this

motherless

Trying to get to heaven in a Mercedes benz
going to dinner with your church going friends
in this fellowship the fun never ends
in this fellowship we play pretend

taking a tour bus to the pearly gates
singing songs about the heaven that waits
people starving at the highest rates
people living in dire straits

(meanwhile, back on earth
things keep getting worse and worse
while you think you live by the verse
this blessing is more like a curse)

do they really believe its god they will be seeing
when they don't care about another human being
cant you see their heart is bleeding
cant you see it's love their needing

A boy caught up in christmas wishin
a stocking full of guns and ammunition
another year of hopeless tradition
another child with a ****** ambition

little girl also has christmas wishes
plastic barbie dolls for the little misses
with a porsche and so many riches
another child who is false ambitious

In the case of EMP, anything electrical will not work. Cars, phones, homes...guns will not fire. The worst part? Our nervous system and everything else in us depends on the signal from our brains, which is electric. Our immune systems won't work, and disease will take over fast, inside of those who don't believe in wellness. What's worse is that a lot of people will be doing very evil things, because our decisions count on those 10,000 signals per second. Please, clear your subconscious mind and know that your biology is your belief, and that our bodies can either manufacture illness, or keep you well. No disease or cancer are a match for billions of cells that are mini versions of you, and have their own systems like yours. Each cell is more powerful that a germ,but they have to be trained and know how to protect you without that signal. We are not born to be sick. I am living proof. Dr Khan said I'd die if I stopped taking my heart meds. It's been two years and I am in the best shape of my life.

We can be perfect. Maybe not by the imperfect standards of others. But they say nobody's perfect. They don't believe in perfection. They never watched a bird in flight, headed south. Perfect. A baby crying for food, perfect. Our consciousness can be perfect, if even for a minute. That means we can too. There are games that are impossible to be perfect at. Then there are parlor games such as pool, darts and bowling. You can be perfect at those sometimes, if you practice. The same goes with life. If we think we can't be perfect, then it is impossible. If we aspire to think perfect thoughts, then those thoughts aspire forever. Forever. I fail all the time, but it is my own fault, because I try things that are said to be impossible. Why not?

So many are filled with hostility
hostile world, we're living in
in a place of constant volatility
volatile minds, never giving in

this world needs a new possibility
possibly, we can fix this place
place me in a world of viability
viable living for the human race

will we sew the seeds of fertility
fertile growth for all of mankind
mankind needs a brand new civility
civil ways need to be re-defined

(wrote this under my new loop rules)

If I was an elephant
I would go on a rampage and trample over every mouse

if I was a baboon
I would throw **** on every chimpanzee and orangutan

if I was a lion
I would roar so loud that it would confuse every other animal

if I was a python
I just might squeeze the life out of something

if I was a hippo
then I could hide under the water for hours at a time

if I was a cheetah
I could run away faster than anything

if I was a crocodile
I could take a chomp at anything that came too close

if I was a giraffe
I could see them coming from a mile away

but I'm a human, and unfortunately people expect more out of me

It's about time to have your mind blown
courtesy of the refined drone
in a rhyme zone
my lines hone

i'm about to hit you with a sublime stone
you're not even in my time zone
i find clones
resigned moan

i'm the one who makes the slime known
from a velvet lined throne
the blind's shown
divine known

enough reality to make a mime groan
words from my mind's own
the sign's bone
design prone

subtract sanity from misery
add a little violence
multiplied by duplicity
those voices never silence

divided by the mystery
carried over to tomorrow
this beast that lives in me
the sum of all my sorrow

C.rusaders of a major contradiction
U.ltimate fate is truly sealed
L.acking understanding of non fiction
T.ruth may or may not be revealed

good morning sunshine
i wished for you on a star
your beams are so warming
that warmth can go so far

(stars fade
they disappear in your light
my day is made
when you take away the night)

good morning sunshine
i wished for you on the moon
brightness is now forming
daylight is coming soon

i feel like the walking dead
rotten thoughts calling often
no stopping the stalking dread
crossing over from my coffin

bury me deeper

just a corpse, looking back
maggots feasting on the placid
no stopping the pulling black
passing over from my casket

don't be afraid Freddie
I am also a son of some maniacs

man, how times have changed

in the 80s it seemed like kids were the bad guys

so, how have you been since the death of dreaming?

i can wash away the hospital smell
i can wash away the tape marks on veins
i can wash away the dead blood cells
i just can't wash away the pain

I found a place for me
it feels so free and deep
underneath the sea
I found a place to sleep

washing over my body
waves of cleansing grace
briny hands carry me away
I won't leave a trace

caught in the undertow
my body is yours to keep
within the ebb and flow
I found a place to sleep

Draft g

They are hurting now they're numb
Pins and needles take another one
A pain sensation sweeps a nation
On this 666 android station

Out to **** their anti-droid
Nerves explode the unemployed
Seeing on a frequency benign
Waiting for a signal or a sign?

she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies

I have started writing a book. My ghost writing of songs hasn't picked up yet, so i have decided to jump on the zombie bandwagon. My book will not just be about zombies, but real life, with hidden metaphors and a more down to earth tone for a zombie book. Lol. It will also have some poetic type parts, with poems of hope and heartbreak. Hope it works. Please read the short sample included, and give me feedback. Thanks!
4:01 am

Will I ever sleep at night again? It's getting harder and harder to sleep in daylight too...The tunnel diggers, and the screaming of the "others". They are getting smarter and stronger. When I seen that zombie using a shovel, I nearly **** my pants. I mean, what's next? Guns? Knives? All i have now is this shack, my sanity (I think), and them. I have to protect them. She hardly even knows that I am here, but I feel like it's my duty to protect her, and her two little ones. The little boy is about nine or ten i'd say. The little girl is four and the splitting image of her mother. I have watched them for so long that I have grown attached to them. I feel like part of the family. If only they knew that. I must never tell...

(You made this monster)

invented by provided feelings of reverence
forced to difference without relevance
with resemblance to hands of elegance
evident difference, deliberate severance

(it is so hard to ****)

envious enemies with torches of treacherous
eloquence lost when pestilence is generous
serpent like in genesis, tenaciously venomous
fighting the exodus against shields of credulous

(and the tower burns)

ignited by chemicals of nominal assessment
tower of suggestion is now infested
where questions and statements are incessant
born by resentment, this basement investment

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i walk the streets with arms outstretched
never meeting touching grace
i haven't met a decent monster yet
the greenest monstrosity in this place

we are all only pieces left
stitched organs, sewn parts
a dug up heart in my chest
could come alive with some sparks

i haunt these streets of broken dreams
another life to survive
i'm just a being, beyond their screams
it lives, it's alive

reduce the minutia and move to the future
tune into to truth and tune out of the rumors
neuter the tumors that give birth to intruders
refuse to be abused by maneuvers of rulers

we need to rise and strike up the fires
the time has arrived to slide with the vipers
biting like spiders with wiser desires
driving our fangs into the spines of the liars

it's a tree's life
a birds and bees life
the bees knees life

but they carve into me with these knives
see, i'm a tree and i help out the bee hives
in every land of milk and honey
honey, it's the honey that's the money
it's straight tree life
not down on a knee life
i stand for one thing and that's all

texas chainsaw massacre and hatchets
lost limbs and widow makers
in every atom is a gift within
every thing of thick and thin
it's straight tree life
it's so great to be life
i have one godly fate, to all relate

breathe me in and lay beneath
i am the shelter that you seek
come to me don't be afraid
i am all warmth and in all shades

it's a straight G's life
yo nuts swing on deez life
it's a tree's life

we all shake with the leaves
and say goodbye when they leave life

spring will be back to see us
not exactly, but we will be us
loving the sun, wind and rain
changing with the weather to be the same

accepting change
knowing we will live on
tree life

life is just an open casket
death will never let us hide
we take turns walking past it
veil of black, someone died

time is only here for now
tomorrow, we might be gone
we keep going on somehow
hoping not to be the next one

life is just an open casket
death will never let us hide
there's no way to outlast it
sooner or later, you're inside

i am the stone that is thrown
that hits the water
causing a ripple
a tiny wave
across a giant ocean
touching shore
washing over tiny particles
molecules and micro-organisms
drowning some
bringing life to others

It looks like another day
what can i say, what can i say
just fallen words by the way
why do i pay, why do i pay

It looks like another night
what will i fight, what will i fight
everything that's in my sight
i am never right, i am never right

it looks like another war
what is it for, what is it for
raging while the enemies snore
not anymore, not anymore

yesterday has come and gone
it's getting harder to stay strong
every action, I have owned
every right and every wrong

tomorrow isn't a promise made
and yesterday cannot be saved
another sunset, I watch fade
another day closer to the grave

When affection is met with rejection, the whole section of confidence is affected, introspection leads to a new direction, and the infection is seen in reflection, this correction changes your outlook's protection and your eyes meet with objection, your new perception is dissection and detection, close inspection ends up as an inflection, another deflection and another ejection, looks like another for the collection, no perfection, no hope for a connection

I'm not that bad of a guy
at least no one can say I never tried
is there something wrong with my mind?
just because I cry when I watch Frankenstein?

I find myself walking around blind
sometimes I see them run and hide
"look out!" "he's not our kind!"
I feel their torches burning from behind

maybe I'm just ****** up inside
people ask me if somebody died
I tell them that's what I'm trying to find
the body of Frankenstein

i tell ya brother
it's a blessing and a curse
sorting one and another
deciding who comes first

"he who is without sin"
let him cast the first stone
will the faith or doubt win?
of a soul that's left alone

i tell ya brother
it's a heaven and a hell
the fate that belongs to others
it belongs to you as well

Maximal tactics, i'm moving diagonal
fast attack, mad like a rabid animal
I can scramble em and eat em up like a cannibal
silence of the lambs, you can call me hannibal

factual master of blasting the practical
grammatical fractions that act like a manual
brashly cast and I smash like a radical
glad to put a badass on a lasting sabbatical

I hit with a fist and it's fit for the mystical
put **** in the britches of the illiterate pitiful
I get physical on the brittle when condition is critical
on a mission to finish putting rips in the typical