Justin G

Justin G May 2015

I swear this life isn't worth it
as I lock on to my targets
I shoot robustly
unhumbly tarnishing
all ties and bridges
from scratch
These hands built
They hate work
They rapidly fire
every employer
for every bruise
Inflicted
then it clicked
wanted for innocence
a dream of making a killing
The unheavenly seeks depth
In solitude
bodies flop
buildings drop
They all fall
before me
one by one
As I reform these fingers
the larger one stands alone
rebirth these hands of glory
for I am a man of stone

#legacy

Justin G May 2015

Deceased Sympathy II

No rest
for a lost boy
he knows no bounds

A journey he embarks
What he seeks
is yet found

A premature hatred
Like ******
He pukes
pain
from stomach

For weeks
he is weak
For days
he is dazed

Eyes vengefully blazed
bullets flew
grenades blew
Such beautiful lies

Unhappiest
of times
No disguising it
This child has lost

A dreadful crime
He executed
right along with his
mind

Another series of 10w stanzas

#lost #hopeless #revenge #traumatized

Justin G Apr 2015

Deceased Sympathy

Her Love belated
Like flowers
She only arrived
for funerals

She would often smother me
but unfortunately
She suffocated first

Fade the last verse
She is not deceased
but jaded

When everyone else died
I cried
Life never felt dissuaded

Erase the eleventh line
nobody died
I just been forgotten

But honestly
They should be less
sympathetic
And more rotten

Because all I ever did
was simply pathetic
And misbegotton

A series of 10w stanzas

#poetry

Justin G Apr 2015

Landmines in Baltimore

History is being made right before us and all you can contribute is contempt? Since when have we all become so polarizing? There has never been a civilization not built on war.

I'm all for mind over matter,
but If all lives matter?
than please respect mine
Show admiration not shame
Because they aren't to blame
It's hard to remain sane and ignore
When every month it rains and it pours
They see looting and dysfunction
I see grouping and discussion
Anger is no way to communicate
But it's the best commute to irate
I'm all for mind over matter
But if all lives matter?
Than I don't care whose
Business you mind
Just as long as you
Don't mind mine.

#baltimore

Justin G Apr 2015

Graffiti, ****, & Spit

Lets go for a joy ride
I want to take you on a trip
Straight down enormity
I'm talking grand larceny
Trespassing
You know
A little vandalism
Here and there
I think
It'll be fun
To raid someone's home
Degrade their throne
Take what's theirs
And break their phones
Lets not care for fear
We have no time for tears
Just spit in their face
And tear up the place
Paint the ceilings red
if you have too
Just don't forget
To spray the walls
Along with each door
Because we can't leave any
Witnesses
We're still going to need a few
Graves to **** on

My crack at the crimespree challenge.

#home #challenge #gps #invasion #crimespree #criminalminded

Justin G Apr 2015

Ace of Spades

Every card I was dealt said bad decision, so how can anyone expect me not to draw? I will shoot and aim higher with phenomenal precision even if it means a bullet lands in your head.

I'm through playing games,
I'm through listening
Everyone likes to hear themselves talk
But we all know money walks the walk
Too many followers mimicking;
Cheerleaders
Too many followers tweeting
All birds
No bees
They sees where I reside
All rhythm and blues
You snooze?
You lose
We play for keeps
But yet every card
I was dealt
Said bad decision
I wonder what it'll take
For one of us
To gain some vision.

Justin G Mar 2015

Not One To Be (A poem for me)

Ignore the mind
Too difficult
To confide
Too much
Story telling
Misguided intention
An age old conviction
Too ill intended
   Pitiful thoughts
Plentiful lost
Death toll enthralled
Each skill was killed
No depth
Nor sound
No gold
All sold
Now
They're teasing me
I've lost space
Came in last place
Everything stolen
I'm feeling squeezed
I'm losing it
Mistook it for empathy
It kept misusing me
The sweetest of symphonies
  The smell of fresh failure
Everything freshly faked
What a Life
A piece of cake
   Nothing decisive
Existence is strife
Collecting undeserving data
Nihility is unadulteration
   The purest form of freedom
No water for family trees
   No soil for plants or seeds
Too much abused energy
       To be is transient
Evoking unfulfillment
Provokingly altering
All reality conflicting
A deep sea of dreams
Why be?
When being
Always falls
... ... ...
Short
     ... ... ...

A poem for me?
Why me?
I'm not one to be