Quite frankly I don't give a ****
If you give a **** about me
What I've got to say, you're going to listen
For it is my time to show my backbone
Each and every time you sharpen your blades
Across my emotions my feelings
Torture my inner soul
This is for all those times, you selfish *****
So tired of the bruises you've caused
The pain you've given me
The grief you've thrown in my face
The ******' agony of it all
So ******' tired of running after our friendship
The wasted time I've spent listening to your empty promises
In or Out choose one or the other
No more having your cake and eating it
If you’re in, I need you to want to be my friend
If you’re out, stay the **** away from me
As you have been doing all this while
Now it is time for me to walk away
To leave you the biggest decision of your ill-fated life
Remember this though
I pay no homage to the ******’ WEAK anymore!

Listen as I shout upon the darkness
A darkness which seeps into my heart
My heart ceases to hurt more than it should
Just a mere feeling of relentless aftermath
Running through my mind which ***** the weapon of choosing
Which is fully loaded with empty thoughts biased momentum
As my life slips continuously through the fingers of time
Whilst my shadow leaves my side at the sight of temptation
During the glimpses of the decrepit future that it bares for no one
Envision the blanketed universe as it becomes trivial
Questioning its surroundings, embracing the foretold tale
Of the corpse which holds the key to my mind ****** destiny
Only through the eyes of the corpse may you get into my mind
Then you will see the nothingness I look through on countless days
Endless nights never seeing the sight of dawn as it approaches
Lurking like a wild cat, rummaging through gargles of judgment
A wistful momentum of earth-shattering damnation
A damnation which could only be thought up by the beast himself
Suddenly realizing it was all a dream as reality slips on by
Misfortunately conceptual moments unlike these could only be dreamt of
Perpetually the forsaken child lives through it everyday
An adolescent losing his way and never to find his way back home
The tragedy of this story draws neigh as he takes his own life
In front of millions to see, watch, linger about in sad driven tears
The boy will soon be forgotten as sadness dissipates into oblivion

Persistent exertion of body or mind, Drew which is it the mind or the body that puts you in an upper class position way above and beyond the rest. Without a single poem for the rest to read and put to the test, rules are rules. If you aren’t going to play nice and share your shear genius how dare thee critique in such fashion of bashing and sliding your nubs that you call fingers across the keyboards of your choosing whether it be any computerized word document or written prose with empty ink well pen slid across onion sheeted papers.

Allow me to count the ways of your mind being splattered tattered all over Kingdom Come’s pearly white walls, leaving blood puddle splotches in intricate places. Only to spell out words of distraught behavioral patterns and rambunctious ditty flopping. Twisting up words, spitting out tantalizing paraphrases, spewing out last night’s junkets…without even placing your mind in another’s shoes, how dare thee call themselves a poet. Respect dies short of another ******* in the wind, farting midnight anthems of disrespectful ploys.  

Now we come to your body, hmm…what toys are there to play along with, when the heart doesn’t exist in open minded doorways leading to your defeat? Believe me when I say I will hunt you down, with homing devices ******* into place of ever living crevice of your rotting carcass left out in the sun to roast like last week’s luau piggy. Taking walnut crushers to every fingered bone in your body, this little piggy went CRUNCH! This little piggy ran into a CRUNCH! This little piggy went to market square to his surprise he also went CRUNCH!  

Now listen up you twisted little sick **** with a toothpick of an idea of getting your rocks and socks off at turning the world upside down and showing what a wonderful bugle boy you are. Bow down and beg for mercy, because you are now my ******* up storm racer as I place my 8 ton sledge hammer down on your cranium, Lightning may strike…but the force will not be reckoned with my dolled up misdirected **** of misfortune.

Into the dark I go, out here on my own
Though there are people saying they are near
The ability of being near is yet still too far
I’ll catch up is all anyone could ever really say
Hit or miss, emitting smoke signals from my mind
Staring into the void of the great wide yonder
Will I ever be the one they turn to for the answers?
I think not, so here I sit upon wide mouthed dock
Skipping stones, admitting that I was wrong
All along the time has submitted its ugly truth
Baring its gifts of misfortunate misconceptions
A ball busting empathy of sympathy, a fist full of rage
An uplifted spirit as a spark of genius enters through the shadows
Go on you will be fine with just a bit of fate, timing is all you need
Land with the punches, deliver the messages…entertain your youthfulness
Be young my friend, age is only catching up…think twice before you sign at the dotted line of any lawful contract
Do you really want to turn your soul over to the one who can give you all the eye can see, without taking single leaps of fate?
Stand up; get up, fight for your right to be all you want to be
Standing as tall as any high rise building in any city you can be
Catch the sun in tightly weaved baskets; Go ahead bask in the glory of a newborn child as it is delivered into the world
Taking in of all that is around you, only to release a powerful message onto ears who once did not listen, catching their attention pulling them near as they yearn to hear more of the wisdom you convey
Leaving the darkness to enter light of day, persevering through inspirational notions…Believing anything is possible, putting your effort and mind to the test.

An idea is soon forgotten
A writing is long to pass
Short minded
Otherwise mild tempered
Danger painter
Paint my misconceptions
Responsible failure
Truth brings denial to the falsified rumor
Spoken out of character
Standing tall, But barely standing at all
Stumbling through life's greatest feats
Never to fully understand, A grasp of wisdom
A spark of influence, Shattered concern
Riches & fortune never to come easy
Easy street livin', Begging for breathing
Thumpin' the wastes of inner being
As a hard knocks life wheels and deals
Pimpin' it's struggles, Pushin' through its roughness
Fame may come, Fame may go
Just never stopped here
A shed of a single tear, May stop the world
A moment that shall never be turned back

Stick stuck in the ground
Caught deep in your bunker
Where people parade by you
Like some Macy Day hooligans
Children climbing your limbs
Soaring high above are birds of radiant colors
From your head of foliage
Ladies tie a yellow ribbon
In support of their troops
No worries Babe's dear friend
Has long passed us by
His infamous axe is hanging above
The golden mantle, so many
Can look upon it in audacious stares

An earthquake passes
Beneath my toes
An unsettling notion
Is left in my heart
As thoughts of concern
Race by like 2 ton trucks
An empty freight train
May shake a small town
However the frenzied freight truck
Shakes my nerve
Serving up appetite for destruction
Watching with watchful eye
Seeing itty bitty houses fall to the ground
Like a house of cards being blown over
Once the appetite is fulfilled
My notions will be settled
Once and for all
Justice, Peace at last
Resetting happiness
To the beginning of
A brand new day
Where love settles in the hills
Looking over the tip top of the mound
You notice the sun shining
Brightly