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 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
Creative expressions, examine artistic talents.
Plan it out, count ounces, keep countering the balance.

Distant planets i feel more at place with,
disgraced by the disgusting face human-race-lift.
I'm currently placed here, a pessimistic cynic thinkin
sink or swim, who cares? i'm already ****** dippin in it.

Deep thoughts dropping, with brainstorm droughts often,
countermanding clever cogitation conjured in common;

I'm om nom nom-ing, busting every ****** ******,
endowed well where it counts never gave a ***** a problem.

Now drop that on an album, lay down a simple beat.
Sample the same **** over and over on repeat.
Call it a hype track, make some mixes, overlap.
Over a short duration you can claim to be savior of rap.
It's just that easy. Innovative minds depleting,
stillborn America with its heart still beating.

Patiently waiting..
I'm about to go crazy..
Basically, I better blow up or this hate is gonna take me.
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 Jul 2013 Anne
Di
Backwards
 Jul 2013 Anne
Di
I reassemble,
The wind flows backwards to your hands,
I am returning from whatever version of “beyond” you choose to believe,
Each particle caring a manifest blessing back with it.
Perhaps tears flow up your face, retracing the progression of grief down your cheek.
Or maybe I was an awful at the end and in rewind you whisper “dead is ***** old that god thank.”
But either way that is the past… or the future,
It isn’t prudent to examine such distinctions now
It’s movement not direction that matters.
My form is re-forged by fire,
My bones smoothing in the heat
My flesh hardens from liquid to coalesce around my uncooking muscles,
And still I rewind,
Personality and character drifting through the cobweb wrinkles of my skin,
Till somewhere in the dynamo of my body my heart finally beats its last “*** ba”… and then it’s second to last.
How strange is a life lived backwards?
Would words taste different in my mouth, have new meaning in rewind,
Would I find satanic messages in my everyday phrases or just speak in nonsense, a string of “a-blah-blah” that takes too long to be made sense of.
How different would my actions be?
My hands could peel away bruises,  unbreak eggs, and **** insults out of the air
Yet who would be responsible for these miracles,
Some dreadful foreword version of myself.
 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
You know I have issues with trust,
You continue to remain suspicious.
Situations arise, I can sense lies
I think your feelings are fictitious.
Love is blind, daring, and cruel.
I've went through it all before.
If there's something I've learned from it
Its when I should walk out the door.
Alarms go off in my head, you see,
I know signs that hide the truth.
For now you have benefit of doubt
Unless convinced otherwise by proof.
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 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
I'm so tired, but I can't get no sleep.
My deep thought ***** incrementally steep.
I keep getting visions like I have a disease.
My life expects so much, I just don't have what she needs.
I'm caught up in a moment where I'm lost in my mind.
Kinda ***** a bit because I'm alone all the time.
I'm always stressed about it, there's no others of my kind.
Rhyming feelings, I find is healing, at the present I am fine.
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 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
Countdown
 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
With heavy sighs, I release my breath.
How many more do I have left?
Exhale my life, seize up my chest;
Anxiously withering the way I know best.
I might love life, but it doesn't love back.
Im jealous of others that have theirs on track.
Attacking my ego, self-worth and respect,
If I keep hitting rock bottom, I'll eventually crack.
 Jul 2013 Anne
Jesse Belcher
A perfect moon that settled above the ocean tide,
two unique strangers' walking the beach from opposite sides.

A majestically beautiful woman, who felt so alone,
she prays everyday, but everyday; something always goes wrong.

She walks slowly trying to figure out her fate,
she wants love she wants more than what this life seems always to initiate.
A sudden breeze blows her jet black hair,
for there was a different feeling lingering in the air.

She sits down and looks at the moon,
making a wish, and hoping that it happens very soon.
Lethargic she feels not wanting to stand,
so as she sits and she wishes drawing in the sand.

50 yards away a man walks thinking about the past day,
The pain he feels; the pain that never goes away.
He suddenly stops and looks at the moon,
He too makes a wish and has faith it will happen soon.

He starts walking again, by a force unseen,
his eyes adjust and he sees a beauty so serene.
As he gets closer her beauty illuminates his eyes,
but as he reaches her, he feels sad, for as the closer he gets, the more he hears her cry.

Hello the stranger says, as he got by her side,
Startled she got, as she was lost inside her own mind.
A moment of silence as they looked at each other with surprise,
And then he saw it, the beauty of her eyes.

She said "hello." and thought he looked so sad,
as they stared at each other their minds were no longer distracted
for he saw her, she saw him
and in more ways than one their feelings' reacted.

He sit next to her and just looked at her beauty,
she couldn't contain her smile, cause he was such a cutie.
No words were said though was the strange thing,
but deep down inside they both felt a kinda ring.

Finally breaking the silence, the man asked "why do you cry?"
She said to him "well why are you so sad?, I can see it in your eyes"
"Oh just life  breaking me down every way it can."
and she said, "I know what you mean for my life, I've lost all command."

They talked for hours and shared their thoughts,
in her eyes he found beauty, the beauty in this world he always sought.
In his words she found some hope, true love and joy,
cause she felt his heart, when he talked about his little boy.

As the perfect moon started to fall
silence befell them, and time seemed to stall.

He stood looked down and grabbed her hand,
"dance with me, he said," dance with me in the sand".
He pulled her up and as they danced the world seemed to fade.
And in each other, they realized the life that was intended, the life that God made.

They slowly stopped the dance and in their eyes was a shine,
a light anyone could have seen, a light so divine.
slowly he bent forward cause it felt so right,
anxiously she waited, under the perfect moonlight.

Slowly and softly their lips touched with passion,
and it was the best kiss, anyone could have ever imagined.
A kiss so heartfelt a kiss so true,
a kiss that felt right, a kiss that seemed to be the reason the ocean was blue.

As sunlight came the strangers felt love like never before,
but what would it become, for they stood on the ocean shore.

One thing was true, as they saw the sun and it's beaming light,
Who could've known that love could be found under a perfect moonlight.

A night anyone would want, a night not to miss,
a night of passion, that led to the perfect; moonlight kiss..
 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
Clearly I'm self-aware, copacetic with myself.
Can't help lying, slyly sneaking words in with stealth.
But if I told the truth, I'd find it hard to just continue
living each day revolving around the same issue.
There's a time and place, I'll just let it fall into that.
Slowly bleeding out though, health is ruining my stats.
I wake up every morning like I'm somehow surprised.
The hardest part of doing that's to open my eyes.

I let go of everything that gets too close to me.
It's not really hard when all they want to do is leave.
I can't keep a straight face while my heart beats,
like it's just a joke, or some sick kind of make believe.
I guess my life just likes it to match my humor;
dark, sinister, perverted. That last one's just a rumor.
I ruin lives like addictions to a bad drug,
disconnected mothers that never gave their children a hug,
accidental situations replacing limbs with awful stubs.
The only difference is that I just make it easier to love.
I provide the tools to lose yourself within the moment.
When its gone, I only have one rope, i guess i can loan it.
I need it back though, never know when it could be useful.
Youthful euphemisms hanging from the ceiling, plain beautiful.

Will I ever see the brighter days before my last comes?
Raising my standards after each and every "last one."
My life is like Detroit roads with all its holes and bumps,
dumpster diving bums searching every scrap and crumb.
I can't interpret karma, reasons why it put me here
living life as less of a person than my surrounding peers.
Clouded judgement, but my intuition's much more clear.
I can't find the road, with abundance of potential to steer.
 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
Insomnia day dreams deliver the message
Messing with emotions gets hearts arrested
Blessings disguising as anthropomorphic
Telling me lies, scary times like horror flick
Side notes enabled, let me see you comment
On complimenting verses like toilets to *****
I'm dying to see what it is you can say
Sorry for sincerity is lacking today
Try to be convincing in your words of dismay
Disapproval is common, for me anyway

Let your heart pound as you slip down deep
Not quite a coma, something other than sleep
Rest your heavy eyes as you come undone
You'll need the strength for when the time comes
Unravel your mind, let the brightness glow
Then open your eyes to watch it explode
Just open your eyes is what it comes down to
Open your eyes, insomnia impromptu
 Jul 2013 Anne
Jobe David
It seems places I call home are in all different spaces
The placement is unjust, miserable in all cases
Dates I can't remember, they go by so fast
The last place I came from I lost with a crash
It all gets confusing when motives aren't clear
Far-heart intentions, my mind commandeers
Actions are pointless if my love wanders long
Gone forever searching to fit where I belong
There's nowhere for me, especially where I am
Everyday I give more *****, but less of a ****.
I hate being a product of a ****** up culture
My ***** of a life sends me back as I approach her
I hate those surrounding, surrounded by those that hate
Their ****** up decisions and distorted mind states
Opinions, I guess, from heads in the sand
When I'm in the clouds, I'm outstretching my hand
I swear if I leave, I won't ever come back
Homesick feelings are something I lack
Rather constant impulses of allowing my mind to roam
Missing love of my heart where in my heart is home
 Jul 2013 Anne
pierced soul
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 Jul 2013 Anne
pierced soul
Living through substance and broken souls
Wandering hopelessly through my mind
.....Wondering will it ever hit a beautiful reality
Ever make the right that was once wrong
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