Satin soft skin, sweet kisses upon my face and the warmth of your arms around me got me thinking of a comfortable return to you.

If you ask me about the time I forgot to kiss you goodnight...I will claim I don't remember but missing you has turned me into a man that's wants to cater to your every need physically and emotionally.

I will etch the little things you love behind my eyelids so that I will never forget what makes you smile. I will carry the weight of our problems around the world until they fade away and make us immune to them.

Forgive me of my wrongdoings toward you. Fights should not break us but help us better define who we are in each others eyes so that we can fall deeper in love. So as I walk this earth thinking of the possibilities to make you happy. I long for a comfortable return to you.

I turned to my *****
as I lit my cigarette.
Hella stressed
I said
"Ain't life a *****?"
We trapped
between the rich and the poor
trying to make it to one
and stay away from the other.
Our people step on each other
to get above one another.
Instead of extending a hand
to help a brother.
Do you know
what they did?
I know
what they did?!
They brainwashed us
to **** each other.
If we aren't killing each other
they plotting
to lock us up with each other
to do a long bid.
The cops, the judges
and the politicians are kin.
They don't want to
give us a chance to win.
They got us separated by
religion, race, and ****** orientation.
To worsen the complication
they got the police waiting
to **** a black male with no contemplation.
Because they say
we are likely
to start a confrontation.
There's no peace.
When I look around
all I see is hatred.
Jesus, Ghandi, and MLK
told us to turn the other cheek.
Will we ever face it?
Forces reaching our soul
through the airwaves and spaces.
All I see is satan.
All I see is masons.  
All I see is the land of the broken,
,lost and forsaken.
We ball up our fist.
Trying to make it through the day
without getting too ******.
Wishin that we could just quit.

**** man,
Ain't life a *****?

No disrespect to women.
This is how I'm feelin.
If she call herself one
then she shouldn't be offended.
If she do then
she see how we ain't winning.
That's why every night
she's up in the ******* sinning.
To catch a ***** slippin
To catch a ***** trippin
To catch a ***** trickin
off his last.
She will give him some ***
Because she need that cash.
**** a paycheck.
She knows this money comes fast.
If he's trippin hard enough
She will run his pockets rough.
Until his soul is gone
And the repo man
is taking his truck.
With every ****** interaction
She loses a piece of herself
in the temporary satisfaction.
Like her soul is being extracted
and if she meets her soulmate
he wouldn't be as attracted
to her soul
because it's all in fragments
Her mind has grown stagnant.

******* it.
Ain't life a *****?

I use to know that face
Such a beautiful and familiar face.
Time has kept you away
And you've changed your ways
In the midst of your troubled days.
Your beauty is immaculate
And your smile puts me
In a love ****** phase
But I can't help but ask
Who are you?

You are who?
There is no way
This can be you.
It seems as if
you've lost your way
And who I thought
was the true you.

I am lost
And you seem
to be too.
This rendezvous
Has my mind
In wonderland
You are Alice

And I am Alice's Absolem

I hope these words
float to you through the air
And you inhale
Everything that I have to share.
So when you exhale
You feel my longing
To be trapped in your enticing stare.
As much as time has passed
I can't help but ask
Who are you?

You are who?
There is no way
This can be you.
It seems as if
you've lost your way
And who I thought
was the true you.

I am lost
And you seem
to be too.
This rendezvous
Has my mind
In wonderland
You are Alice

And I am Alice's Absolem.

Have you ever seen
A *** in the trash?
Searching for food
And to put some clothes on his ***?
That's how I feel at times.
Not in the sense of homelessness
But deep within my mind.
I've wasted too much time
Coasting through life
As if things were alright
And they would just find their way
To the light.
That's something I know wasn't right.

And now I know that
I've wasted too much daylight.
I've wasted too much time
Lost inside my mind.
Over time things have dried.
Something's have even died
And now I'm left with what I've become
Over time.
All I can think of
Was that a mind
Is a terrible things to waste.

Procrastination possesses my soul
Like the cold
When I've been accustomed to the heat.
The feeling makes me a bit bold
To take a break
From what keeps me up at night.
Just to get a little sleep
And get further away
From what I see in my dreams
When I open my eyes.
Many schemes, many strategies
Go to waste and I give in
To the weak part of my mind.
I hit the snooze for the sixth time this morning
As I leap from my resting place
In the present time of my life.
Half asleep, looking back on
Where I've been.
******* because I am
Not where I should be.
Too many times
I've given into me

And now I know that
I've wasted too much daylight.
I've wasted too much time
Lost inside my mind.
Over time things have dried.
Something's have even died
And now I'm left with what I've become
Over time.
All I can think of
Was that a mind
Is a terrible things to waste.

At first sight/
I fell in love
and I knew that
something wasn't right./
The temptation to stare
was hard to fight/
and thoughts of her
made it hard to sleep at night./
How gracefully she
walks the earth's crust
floods my mind like
New Orleans when the levees broke./
Leaving me up late
drowning a misconnected love
in **** smoke./
Hoping.
Wishing.
Praying
that I give up all hope./
Hoping
Wishin
Praying
that I fall out of love./
the type of love
that feels like ******* drugs/
to addicts and I've had it./
I've had it.
I've had it up to Jesus's colic.
I've had it.
All because the atrocious acts
that my heart committed./
Falling for someone
who could never be committed./
Conflicted/
because when i wanted a chance
they didn't./
Now I'm looking
like an idiot/
because I couldn't resist it./
I couldn't resist/
falling in love
before the first kiss./
I couldn't resist
falling in love
before the first kiss./
I couldn't resist
falling in love
before the first kiss./

"You have a beautiful smile baby
Why won't you smile for me?"
Is what my mother tells me
On a daily.
I am sorry but these days
It's been hard to get out of bed lately
I feel like I am by myself
And something has got ahold of me.

I know I am beautiful
But the media tells me otherwise.
So I try to conform
To attract attractive eyes
That's dressed behind
Conceited lies inside minds
That could never realize
We need to be ourselves.
Not what we see that is televised
Or plastered about
That make us have doubt
In ourselves.

You see, I battle these bipolar demons
They rest in my mind
And sometimes I can feel them scheming.
I wish I could enjoy the ambience
Of life
But they've robbed me of my happiness
And turned me into a *******.
They've distorted my truth
And robbed me of my youth.
Left me battered and bruised
And it's hard to figure out
What to do.

I know I'm not alone
But my mood tells me otherwise
The voices in my head won't stop
Telling me these demonic lies.
Showing me visions of my death
Right before my very eyes.
It's become a fantasy of mine
To see the crying faces
When they realize
They will no longer can see mine.

You see, I battle these bipolar demons
They rest in my mind
And sometimes I can feel them scheming.
I wish I could enjoy the ambience
Of life
But they've robbed me of my happiness.
Stripped me naked
And dressed me with sadness.
Thrown me in the depths  
Of sheer madness.

I know genuine love
Makes the *******
About face
But when it's absent
Or gone to waste.
That is when
They are back in my face.

You see, I battle these demons.
These **** demons.
Lord please rid me
Of my bipolar demons.

I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
Now never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.
When the evil within tries to get out.

Its time to reroute./
I've gotta reroute. /
I've got to get up on my feet
And shout. /
I've wasted too much time asleep.
Only ****** at myself
Because during the time I've spent
Trying to dig deep into her/
I have totally forgetten
Where I was and who they were./
Those who held me back/
gave me plenty of hugs and daps/
but made my time on earth a blur./
I love my brothers so/
And I lift them up
When they're low/
But when it's time to go/
**** its times to go./
Open up my crusted eyes
And let the Suns holy glow/
Help me grow./
I just hope that when I rise
I begin to know

I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.
Round and round and round
My mind turns about.
But never again in my life
Will I try to doubt
Who I am
and where I will be.

Camels and Arabs/
I often wish I could walk
The land that they have./
Yet, I walk the land
Of trends and fads/
Expensive homes and tags/
That make me see everything
I do not have./
Only to drag me further away
From my true path./
Desensitizing me of
What I'm not suppose to have/
And throwing me on that circuitous route./
Now that I've figured all this **** out./
I'm going to backtrack on my life
And add in everything I left out. /
Reconstructing my mind
To make it my vibrant home.
So when they ask and say
"Klash, what took so long?"
I would reply

I've been taking a circuitous route
Only camels and Arabs
Know what I'm talking about.

I found her
resting atop a hill.
Where fields stretched
far beyond I could imagine.
As I approached her
She told me her name
and took my hand
and led me to places
I never thought I would go.

She led me through lustful forests.
Which heightened my senses
to the point where my mind
was overtaken by
every essence of her.
She craved for me
and I could not resist.
She pulled and tugged
at my heart.
Just as she did my hand.
Until I practically
became her shadow.

I followed her
through bad times
that brought about feelings
of pain and suffering.
These feelings would
gradually transform
to endless tears that would
slowly drip from my face
like rain upon a window.
She was still with me
but I felt her slipping away
from our grip and leaving me
to return to the restless state
I once belonged to.

She soon drifted away
and I refused to be alone
so I chased her.
With all of my strength
I pursued her for days.
Until her presence
no longer existed before me
and I was once again
alone.

My good morning
was followed by a statement
In which she said "I stank."
It was the cigarette stank
That made her utter the obvious complaint.
She doesn't know my struggle.
A mind of potential
with the heart of a saint.
Yet bound by demons
And voices that say "I can't".
I wish to tell her.
How they help my mind go blank
And away from the thoughts
That are as loud as voices.
How they help me think straight sometimes
And give me the courage
To make the right choices.
It's just remnants of my fall
From when my mind
Hit rock bottom and I was unable
To make the right choices.
All of my demons, I've fought them
And this is the smoke from the battle
In which they are engulfed
In its flame.
The ending of the cant's and aint's.
The smoke from this cigarette.
So please excuse, my cigarette stank.

Oh How her complaint
Will echo through my mind
And never become faint.
I can't take this
So when I get the chance
I will light another cigarette
To forget all about this
And make me become correct.
****, I hate that
I have to smoke another cigarette.

My good afternoon
Was followed by a glare.
A glare that married women
Should never think to dare.
She could see into my soul
And knew that all isn't fair.
Her beauty was one
That I could never compare.
So right back I would stare
Until something broke my attention
And again I begin to stare.
Until I pictured her bare
And being lost in lust
Covered in each other's hair.
Her eyes were flames of a flair
Flickering off in the distance
and Shining through the night air.
I want to reach you
And see what's up with that glare
But life isn't fair.
It has lead us to where we both
Are a separate pair.
Attempts to become close
Will be followed by no's or I can't
And how our meeting was too late.
Which will be her complaint.
The agony, I can not bare
So I will let it fade away with
The smoke from this cigarette.
So please excuse, my cigarette stank.

Oh How her complaint
Will echo through my mind
And never become faint.
I can't take this
So when I get the chance
I will light another cigarette
To forget all about this
And make me become correct.
****, I hate that
I have to smoke another cigarette.
Another cigarette
Another cigarette
**** I have to smoke another cigarette.

My good evening
Was followed an expression
In which it looked like I stank.
Her face was the face
that God makes when we all sin.
Disappointment cloaked in forgiveness
And love.
She smiles as she gives me a hug.
I look at my daughter
And even with her I can feel the love.
When I'm alone I sigh.
My mind is a puzzle
And my true thoughts are shielded
with a muzzle.
So I let them fade away with
The smoke from this cigarette.
I just hope they excuse, my cigarette stank.

I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold

I want to feel your heart
rapidly pump life
through your body
as we come apart.
Apart from our outer shell.  
Away from this world
in which some call hell.
Your presence is angelic
so I use this rhetoric
to paint a picture
That's luminescent
in this dark world
And become one another's
Obsession.

I want you.
I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold

I want to feel your body shake.
I want to make your body sweat.
I want to make you feel close to love
And far from hate.
All for your bodies sake.
Let me take you to nirvana and back
Because the night can not wait.
Let me take you to
nirvana and back.
I want to feel your soul
Connect with my soul.
From the tip of your head
to the bottoms of your sole.
Internally and externally.
I want to make you
feel whole.
What we feel is physical
but the way we gaze
at one another
It almost feels spiritual.

I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
and watch your soul unfold.

I can hear her knocking
at the door of regret.
Knocking at the door.
Knocking at the door.

Each sound wave
breaks through my cell membranes
making me reflect on the days
I use to be depressed.
I can replay every moment like a videocassette.  
Rewinding to the beginning,
playing from start,
I can see how you took my love,
and ripped my heart apart.

From the mountains to the trees
from the trees to the leaves.
From the leaves to the dirt.
My tears filled up rivers
as your conscious ways left me hurt .
Oh how gay it sounds
but it's oh so true.
Have you ever had somebody
you love so much
and they end up hurting you?
Well I have and I have broken hearts too.
I even think its more than a few.
Only because of how much I missed the essence
of being there right next to you.

I can hear her banging
on the door of regret.
Banging on the door.
Bashing on the door.
Banging on the door of regret.

Deep clouds of smoke fill my every corner.
Drowning out every thud  
like I am underwater.
Taking away all the pain you caused
through the vents
like water down the sewer.
I've washed myself clean for once.
So now when my story is told
I won't look like your little dunce
left in the corner.

From the couch to the floor.
From the floor to door.
I make my way to where
you could possibly enter
and I've seen this all before.
I can not let you enter.
My entire struggle
would have been in vein.
Only to open up to you once again.

I can see you knocking
at the door of regret.
Knockin at the door.
Knockin at the door...

Drunken letters
Escaped her mailbox
Like ruffled feathers
And saturated at her feet
As if it was flurry weather

What we use to be is
No longer there
So I've written down my wrongs
To try and make it fair
And my everyday thoughts of her
As well as what we use to call love
Is what I am willing to share
Even though my tactics are rare
It is what's going to strip me
Of my insecurities
And leave me bare

God I hope
I wish
I pray
That she reads my drunken letters

I see my letters like flares
Gaining height in the dark
Hopefully they are bright enough
To get me somewhere close
From a far to her heart

They contain vast descriptions
Of her beauty
The way she carries herself
And how she moves me
How calm and sweet her voice is
And how she soothes me
How much I miss her glare
And  how my mind fools me
That no one can compare


I hope she gets my drunken letters
And see me as a troubled soul trying to do better
She's changed like the seasons
And my mind just won't let her
Because if there was a way to measure
The love I have for her
I'm sure it would be in all of my letters

God I hope
I wish
I pray
That she reads my drunken letters.

You have fallen
so far from grace.
When you look
in the mirror
you can't even recognize
Your own face.

You have become a
living vessel.
A waste of space
locked in your own shuttle.
You are far from settled and
you have fallen
so far from grace.
So far from grace.
**** it.
You don't even want to
see your face.
Too much pain there.
Too much shame there.
You see what you
have become there.
Who are you?
What have you become?
I remember from the darkness
you use to run.
Now you're as still as lumber
And you feel it's linger
When it comes.
You have given into yourself.  
You have given into your demons
Keep giving the light
the ****** *******.
Because further from it
you will fall.

You have fallen.
You have fallen
so far from grace.
When you.
When you look
in the mirror.
You can't even recognize
Your own face.
Your very own face.

Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.

Oh you think that
you know me?
Tell me about
the visions that I see.
Tell me about
the places I will be.
Tell me about
the faces I will see.
All the hands I will shake.
All the hearts I will break.
All the deals I will make.
Tell me about
when I found myself.
Tell me about
how I was before
and how I worked
with all my cards
that were dealt.
All you know
is what I choose
for you to see.
So, believe you me
my minds travels deep
when I separate
you from me.
Coming to you live
from the depths of me
and deep inside my mind.
Where my soul
and my ancestors be.
Fighting evil influences
that try to destroy me.
Who guided me in the direction
where I'm suppose to be.
Yet I still don't know
where I'm suppose to be.
You think you know me
then you know that
all I've got are

Fantasies and poetry.
Fantasies and poetry.
All I've got in life
are fantasies and poetry.

These fantasies and poetry
are what I use
to fight the powers that be.
To fight the demons in me.
To show you the demons in you.
To tell you the truth
That that box of distraction
that they've made for you
you will only see a few.
So you will never know
exactly what they do to you.
That's why I write to find
the lost.
I write to free
the trapped.
I write to shine light to
the blind.
I write to hold
the loveless
In a world that seems
so soulless.
Where appearances and possessions
make those the boldness
only on the surface.
I write to warm
the bitter coldness
of the mystical human experience.
With the strong arms of Samson
my love you won't have to ration.
As long as we don't let negativity
become its assassin
and let its actions speak
as loud as a cannon.  
It will be in
like it is the latest fashion.
Then I will be free to imagine
what life would be like
without my own captions
of fantasies and poetry.

My worthless desires
are heartless admires
that burns through my soul
like California forest fires.

They kiss my lips
and make me shake.
Squeeze my mind
and make me hate
the world in which we live
that's filled with hate.
Where everywhere we turn
losing our soul is at stake.
Either to someone's selfish wants
or to society's expectations that haunts our every thought.

My worthless desires
are heartless admires
that burns through my soul
like California forest fires.

They hold my hand
and make me follow
the things that shine
which will make me shallow
with such an urgency
that I lose my shadow.

My worthless desires
are heartless admires
that burns through my soul
like California forest fires.

Will we be truly happy?
Will we be truly free?
I ask myself this **** on a daily.
Who the **** is going to save me?
I answer
Only yourself man, only yourself.

Is it vanity? Is it money?
Is it love that keeps
you happy?
Will you give your all
to hold onto your sanity?
All because you feel
that you are happy?
Will you never sleep
to chase a dream?
Even when you lack self-esteem?
Even when those around you
don't believe in your dream?
Will you be happy?

Will you be happy
when you lose all of your friends?
Because perfecting your craft
means more to you than
what you all did in the past?
Will they follow you
on your self-paved path
or will they wonder off
and let life become wasted trash?
You know life is precious.
You know life is meaningful.
That is why you protect yourself
and perfect yourself.
So that you can
make life more beautiful
in your eyes, in your mind.
Will you be happy?
Will you be free?

Will you be happy?
Will you be free?
When you are where
you need to be.
Will you still be true to yourself?
Or would you follow the crowd
and follow the money
and become a **** sell out?
To sell your soul
completely out for
someone else gold paved route?
Will you still love
the way you use
to love?
Or would heartache and pain
distort your heart's vibrations
and cause you to love no longer?
Free of attachments.
Will you be happy?
Will you be free?

My love for you
Can not prosper
Without a love for me.
What's left in me
Is cold and dark
And it rests in my heart.
It influences my actions
It influences my choices
And blindly steals my happiness
From right in front of me
Leaving me hopeless.
What have I done
To deserve this madness?
I've let evil distort my view
Of love
And I view that evil
As a knife
That I have turned upon myself

If I have gone crazy
That is for you to decide.
I give you my wrongs
Because I can no longer hide
So this is my heartbreak suicide.

I've ****** up
With all the women I've met.
Either I cheated, lied
Or left.
Now I am alone and stressed
Hurt and depressed
Because it's like
I ripped my ****** heart
Right out of my chest.
Yeah, these are
My heartbreak suicides
And how I've killed myself
On the inside.
Because love is blind
And I've been chasing
That blind *******
For some time.
With this gaping cavity
In my chest
Stumbling over lust
And wasting time.
Losing my ****** mind
More and more each time.
Love is suppose to be
Patient.
Love is suppose to be
Kind.
What they didn't tell us
Is that love is
Transparent.

When we chase and search
It only leaves us more hurt.
We fall and refuse to get up
And we forget our self worth.
Committing atrocities to
Feel less hurt.
When in reality
Each atrocious act
Has only set us back.

What do we do?
Do we keep up the pursuit?
Of something we can only feel
And only look through?
Or do we wait?
Until it unexpectedly drops on us
And make our souls shake.
I guess I should go with the latter
Because I'm tired of feeling
Bruised and battered.
I've made the choices
That have led me here
And my heart is shattered
From the falls.

I am reaching in
And pulling out the fragments.
Piecing it back together
With no sadness.
Praying to God that he never again
Let this happen.

Who am I to decide
If I've lost my mind.
I'm just not accustomed
To change and what comes with time.
I've set my anger loose on the inside
And this is my
Heartbreak suicide.

I've let her tears rain down
To the point that I think
I'm gonna drown
they cover my chest
straight down to the ground
and I don't think I can make it.

They have filled the cracks
and rushed the halls
destroyed racks, tables, curtains and all.
and all for what?
Because our hearts would never stop
the continuous brawl
and sorry is buried deep beneath
this ridiculous free fall.

Stop the tears
before you fill my lungs
and choke me to death.
Life has differences
and they are the causes
of our loves last breath.
I still love just a little doubt.
Like a deserts well during a drought.
I will be filled again.

So just Absorb me
in your house of tears
and let me hang by the ear
in the basement with my fears and troubles.
Until it collapses and we are left beneath
the rubbles masses.
Trying to breathe for air
hoping that someday
we would actually care.

Hurt people hurt people
It's all that we seem to do.
Sometimes I wonder
Will we ever learn people?
Because there are way too many
Hurt people.

As strong as love is
We say we love people.
Things change and get
rough and tough
Then we abandon people.
Instead of working it out
to become better people.
We get lost in our
Emotions and thoughts
And become bitter people.

We seek out other people
To feel loved again
Hoping for a redo
Something like a sequel
only to realize
When it's over that we've
Become more scared
And tainted people.
And the cycle continues.
Until we can no longer
Trust people

I have no idea why
Hurt people hurt people
The very act is oh so feeble
To love each other equal?
I doubt we ever will
As long as hurt people
hurt people.

Even religious people
can hurt people
they find God's love
and think they can judge people
Like there isn't any evil
Going on inside that cathedral
Like they've forgotten what it's like
To be amongst the struggling people
Yeah, prayer changes and helps but
We are all the same people
sane people
Living in an insane world
Filled with unanswered questions.
Which is probably why
We can't be peaceful.

I will never know why
Hurt people hurt people
The very act is oh so feeble
To love each other equal?
I doubt we ever will
As long as hurt people
hurt people

So as I sit at home alone
And peer out of my peephole
I wonder what has caused
All this evil
That makes these hurt people
hurt people.

I know your name well.
Like It's embedded in my brain.
I know your name well.
It is a bit complicated to explain
I know your name well
I believe it keeps me sane.
I know your name well.
You are the essence of love.
A lovely presence from above.
I could address you by name
but I'd rather call you Beautiful.

I call you beautiful.
Yeah, that's right.
Id rather call you beautiful.  
It seems so suitable for you.
The way you do what you do.
That's why I call you beautiful.

I know your name well.
It feels so unusual.
Like I met you
In a past life but
I could be delusional.
I know your name well.
If what I feel is mutual
then I am meant
to be with you
In physical and spiritual.
I know your name well.
Baby can't you tell?
I'm a nervous ****** wreck
but when I'm around you.
I come out of my shell
and off my minds carousel.
To bask in your presence
and hope that we
don't say farewell.  
God, I know your name well
but I'd rather call you beautiful.

I call you beautiful.
Yeah, that's right.
Id rather call you beautiful.  
It seems so suitable for you.
The way you do what you do.
That's why I call you beautiful.

Sometimes I think
That I might love you.
Maybe it's because
I can see through you
the way that you
can see through me.
Your beauty
is not only skin deep
but it's also on the bone.
So when beauty fades away
I am left with what
made me feel
at home.

That is why
I call you beautiful.

They can have you/
cause I don't need you./
I don't want you./
I don't need you./
I don't even want to see you./
Wouldn't wanna be you./
Couldn't believe the ****
they told me about you/
came true./
Now I'm lookin like a dummy too/
because I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./

You're the apple of all their eyes./
Even though that apple bottom
is nothing but lies. /
See I'm more wise
than most guys. /
So it's easy for me to curve that ***/
everytime that she tries./
Because she curved my ***/
everytime I tried./
Let me down light
but destroyed all of my pride./
So I had to improvise/
and step up my game
like a redesign/,new edition.
Brand new me
like the roof was missin./
No more dreamin and wishin/
that she the one I'm kissin./
Now when I see her in the streets/
she tries to play it sweet./
Talkin about how she's glad to meet/
and she wants to get close to me/
but all I think about
is how she made me weak./
I could use this chance
to destroy her guts in satin sheets/
and have her body and soul
begging for a repeat./
I can see it now
her clawin at my feet/
while she sob and weep./
As I delete her number
and become cold and solid
like concrete./
I don't need you.  

They can have you/
cause I don't need you./
I don't want you./
I don't need you./
I don't even want to see you./
Wouldn't wanna be you./
Couldn't believe the ****
they told me about you
came true./
Now I'm lookin like a dummy too/
because I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./

Do not my name nor think of my presence because at the moment I am lost in the music...

It has taken me to a place much more simpler than yours. A place where a life of routine does not exist.

A place where the lies and screams of your world are muted and never heard. Where the volume chokes the life out of juicy words that spill from lustful lips...

Do not come to look for me or think where I have gone because at the moment I am lost in the music.

It has showed me a place where I can select my feelings and fantasies of that one beautiful person without worrying about rejection and shame...

A place where I can re live the good moments that I have lived and fast forward through the times that I have cried.

If you really wish to find me...grab my hand and let me lead you to this world of mine. Where we can create our own memories and fantasies and together become lost in the music.

You would probably see me in ten years
Far ahead of my peers.
Spaced out at a sea of cheers.
Screams as far you can hear.
Bodies as far as you can see
And those that are close to me
Feel my presence like their worst fears.
Faces are covered in tears
As my soul bleeds into their ears.

I am a musician.
I am a musician.
I am the greatest musician
To ever speak in this business.

I had dreams as a kid
Of fans screaming my name.
As an adult the same dreams
Makes me feel insane.
I am the only one blame.
I've taken the wrong roads in life
And driven into quick sands.
That has eaten my time
And blinded me from the light.
Yet ideas and rhymes
Beat down on my head
all the time.
Like the fall of rain.
Spacing out at a blank page
And I can see my pain.
I can see their pain.
I can feel their pain.

These are my aspirations.
What I see when I close my eyes
But I lack the patience.
To fulfill my contemplations
Of becoming what I've always wanted in
Life.
A musician.
A modern day prophet.
With a soul so strong
Even satan can't stop it.
These are my aspirations.
To become greater than what i am now.
My how has become my when
And I know exactly how to win.
How to beat this game of life.
To become secure.
To become sincere and open minded
To the essence of life
And tell the things that people
Only observe and never utter.
These are my aspirations.
You've read it first
From the mind of Klash.

My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****.
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.

My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****.
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.

Been stressed
Ocean blue
like windex.
This is how I
express
the **** that I
can’t confess.
The **** that
make me undress
from outer form.
One man megazord
but these ******
can not see me
like I’m underground
like dinosaurs.
I fight a war
that’s mental
with bare fist
and clinched dentals.
This **** is detrimental
and my hearts become resentful
it’s so hard for me
to leave my residential.
On a instrumental
I release
and then I assemble.
The type of ****
that make yo
dome piece tremble.
So *******
yo *****
and the horse
that rode here on.
Oh.  
Or should I say whip?
since we livin in new days.
We all know that
we all new slaves.
We see the blood
on the leaves.
The flies laying
on a baby’s cheek.
The cries from a mother
in a streets
when she weep.
Honestly
I’ve gotten so high
I’m desensitized to pain.
Don’t call me by
government name
because

My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****.
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.

My mental health is shot to ****
I dream of wealth
cuz I ain’t rich.
I dream of peace
and neck a fifth.
and smoke a spliff.
If you can’t feel my ****
then you can kiss my ***
and **** a ****.
The **** is this?
Depression creepin
over my body
like it is insects.

Christ and Satan walks the earth
Between three and six am
when drunken minds wonder their worth
And the powers that be possess them.
When its come to me and them
I am more in between
Than the seem down your jeans
That splits your *** in two.
The black **** in between your tiles
That you can not clean.
I do drugs
But I am far from a fiend
I am drugs
The one the people crave
And will always love

I am the rising son
Brighter than
The morning sun
From a place where
the heroes run
And the ******* children
Are always shunned
And made fun
I am the rising son.
The Nephilim

Keep your eye
to the rising son
For my light within
Is far from
The darkest dim.
I am Nephilim.

Far from the normal
Yet close to the insane.
Enlightened thoughts
swim through my brain
As big as Jonah's whale
Covered in flames from hell
and from above.
Those that are blind
Would say that I've gone mad.
In reality I'm just sad
And depressed.
Because in this mad world
The brightest minds are oppressed.
I am obsessed with the thought
If I am blessed by Jehovah
Or have I turned over possessed
By Satan and his aura.
When it comes down to this
Wicked **** that I've spit
Upon this page
You don't know ****.

I am the rising son
Brighter than
The morning sun
From a place where
the heroes run
And the ******* children
Are always shunned
And made fun
I am the rising son.
The Nephilim

Keep your eye
to the rising son
For the light within
Is far from
The darkest dim.
I am Nephilim.

Four *******
And a third eye.
This is the answer why.
We need more before the end
Draws nigh.

Nothing.
The world was created
from nothing.
And for some reason
I can't get my mind to say something.
I will probably search the world
To find that one thing
That makes my souls sing
Way after life
And the many things it will bring.
My voice
My voice that will shake the forts
Of comfortability
Without all the complexities
I try to tell myself
That it needs.

Let the soulless feed on
What I've created from nothing.
Let them rave
And say that it was touching.
Clutching, each of their arms
Wanting to bring back that feeling
That I've created from nothing.

Let them remember
What I've created from nothing.
All to give them something to feel.
So when times get hard it helps them deal
With life's problems when they're surreal
Or to simply escape from the thoughts
We keep concealed.
I hope it helps them heal.
I hope it helps them heal
From the wounds caused by how the heart feel.
When that other can't reciprocate the love
They once had.
All from what I've created from nothing.

Until that day
I have to write something everyday
And turn nothing to something everyday.
Until the old me fades away
And reveal a being far brighter that grey.
Until that day
This pen will write away.
Until they know my name
And that my voice is here to stay.
Until that day
I have to remember
Everything comes from nothing

And in life
We are here for something.
So my words should come
From nothing.

Because in reality
We know nothing.

Dark rooms and locked doors.
Broken men and heartless ******.
Roam these halls in search of love
without their drawers.

We met at the end of the hall
In a room that was all white.
She wore lace that was off white
from a store I had seen her in last night.
Her beautiful smile was all white.
Mine was kinda off white
from the chain smoking stressful nights.

We sat on a bed with sheets that were all white
And stared at lines on white china
that rest on her lap
that was off white.
Fornication is not the intention
in which I forgot to mention.
As the night grew colder
and we relieved all our tension.

All night
All night
all i see is all white.
All I see is all white.
Nothing can be all white.
Everything is off white and
someday our minds will know
what is right.

We conversed
About our anxieties and the evils of our minds
What we seek in life
and what we do
with our time.
How we've each found love
and how it lost its shine.
How without that shine
We have lost our minds.

Without our minds
we've become emotionless zombies
to society and lost in time.
This is why both of us are here.
We've forgotten love
And given into fear.
In an attempt to somehow
get our minds clear.

All that is pure
Is what that is all white
And If I am sure
I have been here all night.
Our lives have been compromised
by what society deems right
So we drown out our pain
Until everything is all white.

All night
All night
all I see is all white.

Today is one of those dayz
Where I don't feel like talking.
My head is down.
I'm dragging my feet while I'm walking.
They talk to me and all I hear is blah blah blah
****** gawkin like Charlie's parents on the phone.
Today my mind's gear box is stuck in overdrive.
And I just want to be left alone.
Blunts and alcohol to the dome
Rarely help me figure out what's going on.
I just need my thoughts to rise to the surface like foam.
I just want to go home and sift through my issues like a comb.
To rid myself of the thoughts that has never left me alone.

Today is one of those days
Where I don't want to think.
I thought about having a drink
but that will only lead me to bottom of a bottle.
Where my soul becomes pruned and I began to sink.
You see, the way my mind works
I travel to and from my past to decipher my future.
I can't quite say it works because my choices have always lead me being hurt.
Somewhere in my journeys I've lost a part of me. Forever buried in the dirt.
What I see on my quests
is that the music never left.
Always and forever
it compliments the beat up in my chest.
Like a drink with my cigarette
It has made life far from intricate.

A lot of my time goes toward thinking what have I lost and what I need to insert into my troubled mind but today I don't want to think. It hurts too much.
Today, is just one of those dayz.

On overcast days
When the clouds block my sun rays
And the shadows are away from the day.
I wonder about my pessimistic ways
And will I ever get out of this phase.
A phase where my mind is in a haze,
Bound and trapped in a cage.
In the cage is a bird that sings
Songs of mental freedom, peace, love and other things
That helps bring the joy that life brings.

On overcast days
When the clouds block my sun rays
My mind scrambles to find the right way
Like a mouse in a maze.
My soul is ablaze
And on these days
I can feel the gaze of God
And his eternal adversary.
It makes me daring and wary
Of the demons that haunt me
When my visions of success
Are right before me.
Displays that leave me in daze.

This is what it's like.
This is what it's like.
This is what it's like
When my demons leave me at night
And arrive strapped like medieval knights
On overcast days.  

On overcast days
When the clouds block my sun rays
I stare at the sky all day.
Wondering if the Angels
Partied the **** night away
And these clouds are the aftermath
Of their mass party.
Probably celebrating the coming
Of the end of mankind.
While I'm here stuck on earth
In a mind different from other minds.
With recycled souls brainwashed and blind
That has lost all sense of time.
Where will we go
When this speck of time
Ceases to exist and these words
No longer rhyme in a design
To speak to you?
I have hope when the sky is blue
And feel lost when it is grey.

This is what it's like.
This is what it's like.
This is what it's like
When my demons leave me at night
And arrive strapped like medieval knights
On overcast days.  

When and if it rains
I hope it washes away the pain
Of this strange stage
And give me hope
To keep my head up
Through these wicked times
And overcast days.

This is what it's like
On overcast days.

My mind and body come apart
down a page for me to start
  to speak what's on my heart.
To yell whats in my soul
thats written in all caps
,bold font.
I moved passed those wants
developed a swole con-
-scious I spit hot ****.
Devils ****.
Rebel fist
In the air for the woke.
I provoke all the dreamers
in the hole.
To touch the sky
and find your gold.
Clutch it tight
and never fold.
Never cross the path of Klash
if you ain't glowed up.

Oh ****
Here he go again
spittin fire blowin in the wind.
Mouth full of sin
Chasing ends
to my dark days.
Part ways from the *******
when I star gaze.
Super blazed
Super lit.
So that **** that's
flowin out your mouth
is sounding irrelevant.
You ****** up
my element.
You ****** up
my vibe.
Can't you see I'm
heaven sent.
Rip to Jimi
I kiss the sky.
A life of bliss
you holding
just to comply.
I rather be
the molding
that you apply.
To your everyday
basis for living.
Heinous decisions
got me thinking
I'm winning but
I'm lost inside
these prisms and rhythms.
I can't tell the ****** difference
If I'm free or in prison.
On a road to perdition
with poetic emissions
and prophetic provisions.
For the love
of some riches
you tend to
lose your religions
or get lost in the system.
Or get lost cuz you blind.
There's no time
to play the victim
we might be all out of time.
For you I empty
my mind.

****** and bass
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
**** that's why
I won't pursue her.
Love and the essence of life
don't get through to her.
She is an addict.
Running from life
and abusing ****
to get away from it.
So much beauty and potential
but he she wanna be a dumb *****.
She wanna be that *****
or some *****
that gotta man that's rich
and follow the crowd.
Blowin loud.
Poopin xans
and sippin lean.
She ain't never seen
a trap but
She listens to Future
and shes stumblin.
Choppin it the **** up
and mumblin.
Lickin her lips and giggling
because my sub in the trunk
is tickling her pearl tongue
and both lungs.
We are both young
but that's no reason
to act so dumb
and walk around all numb.
When I kick her some philosophy
she doesn't care
all she can think about
is her on top of me.
All in her soul.
All in her face.

****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
The Promethazine King.
The codeine connoisseur.
You can't be a loser
if you wanna get
through to her.  
She needs your dollar signs
and expensive ****
before you even see the ****
or a *** or an *** cheek.
She's fine as hell but
If you ask me
she ain't no Ashley
from Fresh Prince.
She's nasty.  
Freaky and far from innocent.
She wants it blasted
in her face
until she can't see straight.
She wants the force from the back
till she feel it
in her stomach and her back.
She listens to Future
but I'm no codeine cowboy.
She's mistaken me for him
because I'm
as fresh as an altoid
and my eyes are as low as
the unemployment rate.
I set the bait
and there is the prey.
Now she is
all in my face.

****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

So far so good
Not quite just yet
Her heart is still covered
In a shirt that's wet.
Not from the summer's sweat
But from the tears she wept.

No one is to blame but me
For our relationships past
And what we use to be.
How our dark past will forever
Haunt our future to be
And I dont think we will ever be free.

We've done the utmost
To bring us back close
But when anxiety starts to approach
Our souls scatter apart
Like roaches in the dark.
Unlike the lovers in the park
Where we felt our first spark.

So far so good
Not quite just yet
This is real life love
Not a movie set

My heart is still torn
From the women I've adorned
That I've ran off because
My mind is far from the norm
and my words aren't what they were
When our love was born.

Don't blame me blame genetics and God
For creating me equally to the odd.
We what we seek is a truthful love
so don't be blinded by life's stinging fog.
For me I choose not to blame anyone
I want to love you for the one you are
Flaws and all
My tales aren't tall
**** they aren't even tales at all
I just hope you trust me before our love falls
Until then it's

So far so good
But not quite just yet
I hope we meet on even ground
Before we act as a jet
And be one with the sound
In the wind.

In my world she brought life peace and serenity/for her I've gone crazy and don't know what's gotten into me.

In the world we share she walks this world a trapped soul. Her evil ways has blocked out my sun rays of life
looking for someone she can mold
Or someone to mold her and hold her
And take away everything who she thought she was.

Her mind and her soul will become encased in a box full of hate for herself. And the name that she thought her parents gave to herself will be lost in the wind. Until it rests as cluttered dust high up upon someones trophy shelf of lost causes.

I lost my cause for life when I decided to pursue you/ walking through life with no effect/ scared as **** that i wouldn't have you. Now the only thing that's left is a handful of regret and a mental picture of you.

So as I stitch together my shattered being from this puzzled affair. I drop my heart into a cement chest so that it will never tear. So when the lightning strikes beneath my feet and wakes the beast who always sleeps. I hope it cracks the ground beneath your feet and take you straight to hell.

Because in my world she gave life peace and serenity. For her I've gone crazy and don't know what's gotten into me.

So as i write and rhyme all these things that make me ***** and whine. I try to take the time and think about my problems because I know I've got mine.

Mic check. Mic check.
I know you hear what I'm saying
but are you listening?
There's a difference in hearing
and actually listening.
I inform you of my day
and the demons I'm slaying.
Yet, you change the subject
like passing periods.
Fast and furiously,
far more than seven times
You've disregarded my troubled mind.
To talk about others problems
all as if they were mine.
Actions that drive me far away
from my eternal sunshine.
Only to leave me far behind.
to realize that our love is blind
And that it may not
be love at all.

Mic check mic check
testing One,two,three.
Are you listening to me
or are you just hearing me.
Mic check mic check
testing one,two,three.
I show you love
Why can't you show me?
Why can't you show me?

I know you hear what I'm saying
but are you listening?
There's a difference in hearing
and actually listening.
Your actions are prohibiting me
from giving you factual conditioning
of my love and how I'm feeling.
Silent as the night they are.
Derailing my train of thought.
This is why I hold **** in
like a reservoir.
And you begin to wonder
why I'm so angry and bizarre.
It's like I'm talking to myself
and I'm locked behind bars.
Oh well, I guess I'm
going crazy again.
Self indulging with drugs
just to feel loved again.
So far gone
when you knock
you can't get in.
Smoke fills the temple
that my soul sits in
because Im at
my wits end.
All because you struggle
to take the time to comprehend.
Mic check. Mic check.
Drop what the ****
you are doing
this is a sound check.
It's just you and I
and our hearts on deck.
I will do my best
to hear what you have
to get off of your chest.
I just hope when I'm next
you set your pride aside
to hear what's on my mind.

Mic check mic check
testing One,two,three.
Are you listening to me
or are you just hearing me.
Mic check mic check
testing one,two,three.
I show you love
Why can't you show me?

-Klash

What we know/
Is far from what
we need to know./
What we need to know/
Is the only thing
That will help us grow./

You ask me
What do we need to know?/
I tell you
The hell if I know./
The whole world
has gone insane./
Our brains are programmed
to erase the obvious stains./
From our vices we never refrain./
Speeding through life
our minds remain slow./
Drinking from a legal bottle/
with a message at the bottom/
that will leave us low. /
To allow our demons
to grow six fold. /
To attack our souls/
with a grip of a choke hold./
Master you. Know you./
Is something that we don't do./
Is something we were never told./
So behold
a world with experiences untold./
A life with no true goals/
to find what it is
That we need to know. /
I search and search and search
for answers with standards/
Deep in the land
of the *******/
and the crooked pastors./
Who tell us our obedience
will get us to the kingdom faster./
All this talk of faith/
across the globe
has caused a mental cancer/
because we can't see his face/
and the tired souls can no longer wait. /

What we know/
Is far from what
we need to know./
What we need to know/
Is the only thing
That will help us grow./

You ask me
What do we need to grow?/
I tell you
the hell if I know./
The right question is
what do you need to grow?/
What is it that
makes you whole?/
Is it money?
Is it love?
Is it knowledge of self
found deep in your soul?/
That That gives you goosebumps
from head to toe/
is what lets you know/
you are achieving a true life goal./
No boundaries or rules
should stop you/
from doing what
you need to do./
As long as those actions
do not hinder you/
from doing you./
Paying attention
to the signs of life/
will keep you free from strife/
and far from pain./
Life is no game/ nor irritant
but an experience/ to gain
resilience from the infinite/
powers that be.

Even when that is achieved/
we still should seek/
What need to know/
and what will help us grow/
Because
What we know/
is far from what
we need to know./
What we need to know/
is the only thing
That will help us grow./

The capped monkey worked
to fill up his cup of change.
Cents that made no sense
To free himself and hopefully his people.
What is your purpose?
Capped monkey.
Why are you here?
Capped monkey.

At the highest amongst your people
All with the help of money.
How can they be amongst you?
Capped monkey.
It is because you are controlled?
Capped monkey.
I guess that means we are trapped
Like ants to honey.
Now we all look like dummies
Because we decided to follow
The capped monkey.
So I say...

We have to look past the delusions
We have to look past the disguises
We have to think through the illusions
And open our eyes.
He is like I
Yet he is controlled and capped
And he who controls him
Has all of my people trapped.

Everything we are suppose to know
Is hidden.
That means whoever hid it
Has the right to tell us
What is written.
All to change our way of life
With efforts from the capped monkey.
Ahead of his people because
Of how he was trained.
Assisted by a large sum of money.
You know what's funny?
I bet his leash is like a bungie
So if he does stray from his controller
He is snapped right back
Into making us all trapped.
Who knows how these years will play out.
Therefore, I shout...

We have to look past the delusions
We have to look past the disguises
We have to think through the illusions
And open our eyes.
He is like I
Yet he is controlled and capped
And he who controls him
Has all of my people trapped.

I'm caught up
and brought down
in my feelings today.
That is why my face
shows depression
next to a frown
before you wave.
The thought of you
floods my lane.
So I detour
to get further  
away from you.
There is never
a right time
to tell you what is
on my mind.
That is why
I sit and sigh.
Trying to convince myself
that your very presence is a lie.
Once again
I'm listening to too much drizzy
and trying to remain busy
to forget what you have
done to me.
These are the days

The days in my feelings.

I fall in love with you/
when i see the God in you./
When i see the odd in you./
When i see no facade in you,/
and the God in me/
recognizes the God in you./
So the God in you/
recognizes the God in me./
That's why i feel complete/
whenever you look at me./
That's why i feel complete/
whenever you touch me./
A love that is free/
coming from an aura/
that i can can see./
Its sorta humbling
yet comforting to me./
A love that is
its very own entity./
That's why one and one
is really three./
God being love/
with man and woman
and peace being the outcome./
We are really the holy trinity/
but that is something
the world can not see./
Because everyone is too
busy taking too many **** selfies/
looking for happiness inside/
with an unhealthy mind./
I know love though,/
and i know where to go./
I look for you,/
and when i look for you/
that is when
I see the God in you./
I see the God in us./
I see the love in us./

When I see/
When i see/
When i see the God in you/
I fall deeper in love with you./

It was the muse that kissed the *******
And turned his inner pain into happiness.

A face that often frowns turns upside down when she comes around.
Clothes rain to the ground
And screams of pain and pleasure
become hard to decipher.
Its not insane he found inspiration in her
they found love in their pain.

****** bitten lips
Ripped out hair follicles
And hand printed bruised hips.
He grips her curves
Like wet tires when they swerve.
She grips his neck
Like she is trying to pinch a nerve.
He grips hers to make it feel better
to make them feel light as a feather
hoping that they die
And drown in each others nectar forever.

It was the muse that kissed the *******
And turned his inner pain into happiness.

She didn't need him to romance her much.
When their eyes meet its as if he's tranced her
When he touches her
Kisses her
and loves her she summons a flood.
As if she was a rain dancer.
The face of an angel with a heart
Of cold marble.
Their love could only be partial
Even though they get so close
Their hearts are separate like
Stones of cobble.

When she leaves to pursue herself
She traps his mind and heart in one grip.
Not for a moment but for a very long trip.
His inner pain returns and his invisible tears begin to drip.
In the form of flowing life
From his masculine wrist.
He wonders will he ever find love
As strong as this lust?
Will his inner pain allow him to generate trust?
Or will the pain cause his heart to erupt.
Leaving a more heartless being.

So when they want to know what happened
Just let them know
It was all an accident and
It was the muse that kissed the *******
And turned his inner pain into happiness.

You are a victim.
A victim of your vices
giving into everything that entices.
That leaves your heart
colder than ice is.
Your actions are the worst,
but I can't blame you.
You are just a victim.
A victim of the thirst.

Your flesh is weak
but you know that.
You can't help yourself
So you don't fall back.
No attention at home
Makes you feel all alone
and your soul is crying
for some contact.
So you scroll through
all of your contacts.
Wondering who just might
call you back
As your mind paces
back and forward.
The thirst begins
to call on you
and that is when
you follow through.

You have fallen.
You have fallen.
You have fallen victim.
Victim to the thirst
and with all of your worth
you have become
the worst.

The thirst of lust.
The thirst of lust
and the sin of vanity
has influenced
Your latest calamity.
That will become the cancer
that will eat away
at your very sanity.
Until all you have left
Is the thought
of your conformity
to the community
of the heartless.
Body, mind, soul,
Bound by your effects causes.

You are a victim.
A victim of your vices
giving into everything that entices.
That leaves your heart
colder than ice is.
Your actions are the worst,
but I can't blame you.
You are just a victim.
A victim of the thirst.
and with all of your worth
you have become the worst.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.
Which is why
I'm so unlucky.
It's like my money
telling jokes in my pocket
because it knows it's funny.
I live in Texas but
My days are never sunny.
They are much rather gloomy
and the darkness consumes me
until I get a bit wreck less.
Faded
till I'm speechless.
Smoking
till I'm breathless.
Til my mind isn't restless.
Sippin the devils elixir
made me far from quicker
but I feel deathless
because I'm high
off of **** and antidepressants.
God don't like ugly
and the people
walk about corruptly
in this world of vanity.
That grips the sanity
til it produces
a lack of empathy
for its fellow man.
This world of vanity
has me trapped
In my own reality
because I'm not
appealing to the eye
and my words
not appealing to the soul.
Still dress to impress
to catch a lost ******* soul
lackin control
to ride this ****
like a slippery *****.
God don't like ugly.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.
Like a ******* child
that's he's forgot about.
Made in his image
but far more warped.
Who realized his potential
and leaped from the porch.
Into a sea of fakes
trying to achieve an image
sharp as a sword.
Just as mighty as the lord
but they always come up short
because they are mortals
between the portals
of heaven and hell.
So the paranormals ******
the brains of the godawful children.
Until everything is up for sale
including their soul.
To feel a feeling that will never bail.
This life has been hell.
Yet, we bask in the heat
of the moment.
When temptation rains upon us
we always lose focus.
How can we resist it
when him and his enemy
sent it.

If God don't like ugly
God don't like me.

-Klash

Weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
When will we wash vices with bleach
until they are as white sands on a beach.
Maybe when we lose ourselves
we will become familiar with our true selves.
To save ourselves from the fearful and mystical
place we all call hell.

Though hell is on earth
it is the reason we are all born at our worst
and heaven is in our mind.
Yet, we are all slaves of time
and a punch in clock.
Cashing in time for currency
hoping that the pain will stop.
The pain of missing our seeds grow.
The pain of longing for what we don't know.
Life pains so deep
you don't get any sleep.
Weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
Some say life is full of ****
a whole colostomy bag.
It hasn't been the best
man I can't brag.
Shots to cure the pain
I drag with mary on my brain.
She helps the drive
when I'm going insane
or away from those
that claim they are sane.
In a world filled with
doubt from the poor
and no hope from the rich.
You might feel
like calling it quits
but the sun shines bright
over the hills.
Even at night
it shines back at you
through the moon.
I stay up late
and watch it shine through my room.
Through the door
and down the halls.
That's how I know
I'll never fall.
Superior beam of light
with the will to fight
the monsters of the night
and the demons of the day.
That is why
I can tell those that are lost
that the weeping willows will wrangle wayward wanderers wrestling with worries washed with wrath.
Don't let the darkness
of the day
dim your light
and steer you from your path.

I thought I didn't have to turn on the lights to find you/
I figured you'd be right here standing by me like you use to/
Now I am alone and crazy hoping all my wildest dreams come true/

What's the point in wishing for love?/
It's snug fit holds our heart like a glove/
From a doctors hand that reaches in and pulls out
A gift from above/

I hope my love for you becomes taboo/
So that it doesn't hurt so much when I look at you/
And songs on my radio that remind me of you fade away with you too.

If you came crawling back I would marvel your action/
And wonder what made your mind side with this faction/
You claimed you didn't love me/
So everything I see before me is acting.

I wish I knew love like the old folks do/
My mind would be fresh as the morning dew/
And I would know exactly how to love you

I wish I knew love like the old folks do/
So I would know what to do when I am around you

I just wish I knew love so I won't have to
Feel the way that I do.

The thought of staring in your eyes clouds my mind like a storm/
With winds that's sure to leave most of its contents torn
In the form of a queen who moves peacefully and serene/
In a flash destroying her path creating a different scene

I use to hate hearing "you got it bad" growing up/
Now when the first chord strikes all I can think about is throwing up/
You've caused me so much grief a blind man could see fields of the times I've given up.

Maybe I am just young and I still have much to learn/
And when love comes around again I will have my turn/
And the scars you left will no longer burn/
And the tears that fell will all dry away/
Making me anew like opening my eyes to a new day/
But until then

I wish I knew love like the old folks do/
My mind would be fresh as the morning dew
And I would know what to do when I am around you/

I just wish I knew love so I won't have to
Feel the way that I do.