You can dress it as much as you want.
Cover it with pretty glitter and flaunt.
Place it in a cave where it can never feel the touch of the sun.
Protect it because you've felt it almost gone, as soon as someone special came along.
All I want is to see your beating heart.
To know that your alive and that when I touch you, it makes it beat as fast as mine.
I want to relate to your love more than anything.
-Christian Ek

I put my signature upon your lips.
Poison in our cups, I grab your hips and the fun begins.
Two maniac's carving names into each other's chest.
Your a graveyard queen and even in death we seek each other's company.
I wouldn't feel the difference between heaven and hell as long as I was with you.
You are mine and I am yours.
Two lost souls ripped apart from one another, would wonder endlessly in search of their better half.

Two a.m, the taste of alcohol lingers in my mouth.
L.A. at night is a walk unsecure, as wolves come out into the cold.
These green neon eyes of predators approach.
Nightfall creates a ghost town. Darkness, a companion of loneliness.
The city is its own wilderness, I watch my step or risk losing my identity. Desperate to escape but poverty is a frustrating trap that can make one break. I can only imagine the life of abandoned corpses, sleeping next to churches, after constant battles of defeat.
Here come the police sirens, protecting the elites, the security force of oppression and brutality.
Where does love fit in this city? It is like love has been removed to save a few dollars and polluted fog put in its place.
I get why people would give anything to hold onto someone at the end of the day.
A city advertised for dreamers but the nightmare of those that do not make it to the spotlight.
I continue to fight despite no handouts.
My memories shaped by experiences in these streets.
Reminding me of what I am made of.  
I will walk in this misconceived city, still breathing, persevering, until I have reached my destination.

Harley motorcycles and leather boots
I burn rubber, so don't even try to pursuit.
Addicted to heavy metal and the people unafraid to jump in the pit.
I got a high for danger and a curiosity for the forbidden.
A speed freak pushing it to the limit.
Energy drinks, the adrenaline just keeps going up.
Fill my tank up with gasoline because i don't want to stop, until my flesh turns into dust.
Because my wild heart is ticking and it wont slow down.
The Panther in me will claw you down.  
- C.Ek

Here it comes again; the losses that disappointed me every time I've been close to a win. This time around I've dealt with it differently, since I have you. Since I have you, I don't only support myself and I have you to hold me up. I use to drown myself in solitude, mourning, what was dead in me. I would let the cold make my bones freeze, because I didn't want to feel a thing. Those bad habits are gone, since I have you now.

They say poets can charm with their words.
That they can create the most romantic verses,
But where do you think our inspiration comes from?
You, so who's really charming who?*
- C.Ek

The buildings crumbled down into scrap metal.
Architects failed to see their structural flaws until it was too late.
Blueprints told stories of what would come.
I'm a constructer that helped build a titanic mistake.
We build on land that was unstable.
We were born to fail.
Born to taste the ground of defeat.
- C.Ek

Nocturnal night vision and these visions are hard to swallow.
Blanket darkness, sleepy hallow, listening to the owl.
Emptiness is out and about, on the prowl.
From the bowls thoughts become foul.
At night they release their most powerful howls.
The sun kills the imagination like the reaper.
Sleep paralysis and my body becomes weaker.
Uncontrollable dreams take a toll on me and
I want to know their meanings.
I stay up thinking about the day like a movie replay.
It’s hard to rest my eyes when nocturnal night visions turn me into prey.

Expand love.
Shrink hate.
No matter your religion.
We are all the same.
No matter our class or race.
Because in the end, we live and die sharing a world we all get to experience for a short amount of time.

Were made to think we can’t express how we feel.
I howl at the moon while tossing a bottle at a police car.
I scream my lungs out on top of a hill for the world to know I’m real.
Tell me I’m worthless, play with my emotions, **** what makes me, me.
Perfect! I’ll use that as strength to make beautiful poetry.
See I turn negativity into positivity. Ugly into beautiful. Hurtful into hopeful.
My homeland is poverty rooted by racial diversity but if the people united we could create a better community.
Guns are directed on neighbors because their flag represents a different set, yet every man bleeds red except for the politicians they bleed out greed.
I know I can inspire more MC’s, writers, artist, musicians and straight passionate people if given the opportunity instead our so called hip-hop creates more plain generic and unrepresented music for our peeps.
I’m not saying hip-hop is dead I’m saying the music industry controls everything.
I walked through flames and came out burned. Avalanches covered my body and I still came out warm thanks to what I past learned.
The pain hurts but I rather go through it than be sedated.
I rather continue to spread compassion than have it be taken.

Little red circle lighting up the night.
Conversations lasting longer than your cigarette.
Bottled soul, your more passionate than you think, you'll let your mind smoke for the hell of it.
We share drinks until our lips get lit.
The unfit will be the last bottle drop, ignorant kids.
Forgotten teens that life neglected but were gifted. Forsaken but awaken.
Those that gave into personality shape shifts. Two older brothers still trying to make it.

My universe wants to collide with yours.
I tremble at the sight of your eyes.
I smile when you smile.
You are Art to me, you are a greek sculpture built to perfection.
A creation better than i could imagine.
Protect you my fist tell me.
I could write a whole book of poems inspired by your beauty.
I want my touch to be the only touch that makes you lust for a body.
In the morning when the sun brightens your face, i want to be laying next to you and witness the reason to start my day.
My heart beats for you, it soars high like a rocket, it's literally about to jump out my chest.

Summer love has vanished.
Snowflakes settle on her lips now.
Frozen and pale.

People come into your life with a purpose.
The universe gives you support or gives you a challenge.
In the last three years I had a person deliver both.
The truth will always surface no matter how hidden it can be.
I've been on the highest mountain and in the highest peak.
I've been submerged in the deepest ocean and drowned in it slowly.
But somehow I've come out more alive than ever.
These hard lessons have made me grow wiser, become kinder, more disciplined and more loving.
I wish you could see me now.
How I'm learning to finally fly on my own.
I cry now because I'm ready, ready to let you go.

The hour is here.
The stars are align.
The stage is set for your entrance.
Good fortune is in your favor.
Welcome the courage to take the next step.
- Christian Ek

Right your wrongs.
Clear your conscious of guilt, if you want to have precise focus.
Convert anger into motivation, don't let it be what holds you down.

You want to be a warrior of light ?

Then hold your torch high above the rest.

Invest in your dreams,
Invest in your drive,
Invest in yourself.

We will survive a Blackened world because we want it more. The moment will come when Metallica will raise hell and the last dying flower is crushed by an iron boot. These heavy guitar riffs shooting out lead will prevail. Awakening the masses and making them step off the conveyor belt. Another Brick In The Wall broken by the people just like when the berlin wall fell.
Freedom is right around the corner.
I am not your Stepping Stone, your seat to enjoy the show. May the Gods of Rock blow your mind with electric mania, liberating their children in the pit. They beg for this music we call metal, ******* and punk to continue.
Rage Against the Machine - "******* i wont do what you tell me!"

Our love was like a roller coaster with it's up's and down's
A spinning round circle we both got caught in.
The expectations were high in the beginning, but the thrill died when we reached the top and realized we did not share the same view.
Our love was a like roller coaster with it's up's and down's.
We felt like passengers in our seats, we felt one another constrained by our seat belts like we didn't want to be there and that the pretty lights that once attracted us there now blinded us.
Our love was like a roller coaster that ended with us getting off and both of us leaving what we thought was love, on that doubtfully safe, old metal seat to rust.

Sweet flowers,
Sweet syrup,
Sweet sweat from last night sprinkled on your smile.
I want to wake up like that, next to you. Smiling at this beautiful gift in front of me.
Breathing in the smell of your intoxicating fragrance.
Our deliverance was brought on by our favorite bands persuasive melodic, hypnotic, attraction. 
Our kissing is a symbol of our impulses at action.  
And your lips the sweetest sugar I've ever tasted.*
- C.Ek

I've given people various pieces of me.
I have come to them in different shapes and forms.
Offering help that could wipe away their pain, but when you give yourself genuinely without wanting anything back, you are drained.
And you will fall, fall into a whirlpool of uncontrollable emotion.
You swallowed their bitter secrets and now you feel hollow like an empty glass on the verge of collapse.
-C.Ek

Life is creation, if you look close enough you can even find it in cemeteries.

I spent dreams waiting in vain.
I should have taken action.
Forgive thyself, for not being more impatient.

The person I was,
The person I want
To be.                                    
Every morning I shed my skin.
A snake whose scales alter constantly.
- C.Ek

" He brought back life into places no one thought could still put up a fight."
- Christian Ek

Its your smile that melts the snow off my cold shoulders.
It’s a warmth you can spend hours in.
All light makes its way to your cherry lips and
I would gladly burn my own in order to get close enough to make an eclipse.
It took one smile and I was hook.
I needed a daily dose like my morning coffee or
else my day wouldn’t feel improved.

I’m on a quest to defeat my deepest fears.
I don’t want this tattooed tear anymore.
I want to explore, adore,and absorb love.
I turn my back to those demons that have controlled me for so long.
I now follow the song that universal spirit sings.
I chase myself until I find that perfect state of happiness.
I move forward and see what life brings.

The most powerful revolution I've witness has been that of the individual because that causes a chain reaction like no other. I love to see the naked human, the untouched by society human, the true human, be that.

At the thought of having me as yours, you rushed.
But when I needed you the most you were not willing to take the next step.
Nights I could have slept but instead I bled in silence from the frustrations leaking out of my chest.
Where were you?
Times when I relied on a drink to relieve my pain.
Where were you?
Where was your love then, why didn't you hold me or tell me things would be okay, instead you cast me aside like a helpless stranger.
You always imagined a love between us but you never cared for the imperfections that came buried under these covers.

We are the writers who defy being told what to say, how to think, or express ourselves. We write not for the glory of recognition but for the sake to give words meaning. For all you outcast that have ever been told you are not a poet, were out here too, waiting to see what you create with your pen. - Christian Ek

"Turn your back on what doesn't keep you moving forward."

The person that finds their own voice, tends to get their tongue cut off by the rest of society.
-C.Ek

Did you think i'd waste my time on you?
When the world came knocking at my door; I would seize the moment with or with you.
- C.EK

They say poets can charm with their words. That they can create the most romantic verse but where do you think the inspiration came from ? You, So who's charming who ?