You know when you get
Drunk and squeeze a bottle neck
Super tight so as not to forget
This bottle of courage makes me
And I spit loud and casually
To all that listen perplexed
Wondering what's next
This guy can't be real
This guy got ***** appeal
Sounds kinda funny, we'll keep him
Pet monkey
Hahaha
O please, o please, o please. This ***** playing you with ease cause even in my drunken moment I spit words well let me spell it out for you the way I grip this bottle neck heck might as well be a tech the bullets are my vocals leave you hopeful then you hear my joke and you just realized this ****** well spoke

Time is Infinite
There was not beginning
And
There will be no end
It goes on
Never ending in faraway lands
Never ending where I stand
So what's the difference

Time is finite
We live by it
And die all the same
Our existence is only defined by it
Dictating how we move
Dictating what we prove
So what's the difference

Time is relative
The microcosm,
that is life,
Defines time as a measure,
Control was relinquished
Long ago, when we decided to exist.

Drum up the emoticons of Tweeners
Lost between the couch cushions
Smoking on Cush,
                               Listening to lines of lying lions.
No soul,
             Symbols twisted into idols
Non-paralleled,
                         Prophets for profit
Refusal to obey convention
Convection will guarantee a feature flight
                                   To where?
                                    I don't know.
                                   Nowhere near never, never land
                                   The fall will forever fragment followers
                                   Peons of lies, hope, and mirrors
                                   Cause is not lost, for change
                                   Moons tide motions for…
The ebb of conscious thought, drowning the flow of seceded freedoms.

When I die,
Look at my hands.
They will tell my story.
Are they old and warn
Or
Are they young and new?

My hands should be used,
Swollen,
Cracked,
Scarred.
They deserve a medal of honor.
My family depended on them.
My wife found comfort in them.
My children discovered protection under them.

Focus on the fingers
They are swollen, ready to cook sausages    
Focus on the fingernails
They are cracked, a microscopic grand canyon.
Focus on the palm
They are scarred, a farmers plot of scarred earth  
Focus on the back
They are black, too many years in the sun

For I used my hands.
They rocked my children to slumber.
They caress my wives face with love.
They fired shots when we needed protection.

Focus on my hands when I die.
They tell my story.

You know the ones
Fellas’ fulla ice
Runnin’ around spitin’ dice
Love um ****’um, leave’um
Underachieva, please believe in ya,
Boy.
Lies to **** Christ,
Kissin’ the lips of death with every last breath,
A ***** left pressin’ everything in the way needless to say this left him
Stretched.

Up in his mind he lost track of time
He been there done that and decided he could get back
But didn't and now he's pitted his mind against a fitted
and some nikes
and still his life falls down the pipes,
he lost it at a small price
Just a few clothes shoes and hoes
Who knows maybe that all he needed though,
Hell bro maybe that's we all need it more.
We left worryin’ bout food with nuttin’ to do,
our economy ****, man now we *******,
he got out when he was young in his prime actin a fool
**** the best times in life
What happens to us left to die?

You know the ones the king of vice
The ones that love to spit dice
Yea you know the king of vice
The ones who paid the price

Where's my mule?
Matter fact where the 40 acres?
                I'm half that and didn't even see 20
                                            W.T.F.
Am I invisible?
                Must be
                400 million, too many dead
                And they still can't see
                They couldn't survive without us
Lash, lift
               We only 12% now
               Lost in the crack
               The pinnacle of opposites
               Dark as night
               Being cast in ignorant light
               Losing our youth
Lash, push
               Every reason to fail
               Work opportunities scarce
               I think they forgot who paid
               We we're left to hang
               ***** of pain
               Destroyed with vain
Still we survive.

It’s a new rule, I just instated it.
Saves me from the same mistake.
Getting stuck on that girl is dumb luck,
The rest is history she got me here.
Just to please her
Just to squeeze her

I have to look into your eyes to find it.
But then I realize its romantic,
So I offer every piece,
Of mind, body, and soul
Sacrifice
For the love I owe.

But love poems that rhyme have no reason.

Hard pressed to find a love so clear,
Love becomes seasonal.
Summer love
Love falls
Winter rebirths and spring it’s found
Yet questions remain
Should we love?
Does it rhyme or reason?
Or will it follow true form and be blind?
I don't know but love poems shouldn't rhyme.