Yeah, I've been going twenty-four rounds now.
About to go to round twenty-five.

Man, my body is beat to ****.
Had more black eyes than can count.
My body felt different in round thirteen.
Brain rattled in round nineteen.

My opponent, I swear, keeps changing.
He'll throw body blows, jabs, hooks.
He got in a few head butts when the ref
was not looking. Evil SOB.

He thinks he has me on the ropes huh;
He knocked me down quite a lot.
Was almost counted out a few times
and I could see my life flashing before me.

But he should know.
I dont quit.

Throw your worst at me.
Because if this is all you got;
it's only a matter of time
before I knock you out.

This isn't about titles
or about money.
This is about standing up.
Fighting for those who I've lost.

Fighting for those who you
have knocked out.
So go ahead...do your worst.
Hell, we can even fight in the dark.

Because even in darkness,
I will be the light. A light,
who will shine for those
who are afraid of you.

Ring the bell again,
lets go another round.
The gloves are off big guy,
you are going down.

The river runs dry
Choking on earthly pleasures
A flower grows out of light

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Broken girl smiles
The sun reflects her shale tears
Bittersweet façade

----

******* and those hoes
**** around with Charlie Brown
Good grief, hard for pimps

----

Never to return
A dreamer's hope slightly worn
Decaying leaves burn

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Waiting for the sleep
Eyes wider than horizons
Hazy with longing

I went to the ice cream shop today.
A dollar in my hand and excited for
my first scoop.
51 Flavors to pick from.

I stood over the counter and handed the Man
my quarter.
He handed me a scoop of vanilla.

"Excuse me." "Don't I get to pick the flavor I want?"
"No," the Man stated. "This is the flavor you want."

Vanilla may not be pretty, but its the flavor that everyone
should be.  No surprises and predictable.  Wont cause
you any harm. It's dependable.

He pointed to the other flavos and began to describe them.
As to warn me of them like they were a calamity.

Mint Chocolate. Sure it gives you a pleasant feeling in your mouth.
But the feeling fades after some time.

Rocky Road.  Yes it promises you greatness and a salvation of flavor.
But then it just disappoints after you see whats inside.

Cookie Dough.  It reminds you of your childhood.
But it can make you sick if you eat too much of it.

Coffee.  It give you a jolt of energy and focus.
But soon you realize its bitter and soon its just not enough.

I looked at the man as he described other flavors.  
Rainbow sherbet threatened the norm of society.
Strawberry was too ******.
Chocolate was acceptable just recently.

I asked of him, "Why have these flavors
If we should not partake of them?"

He looked at me with a straight face and stated,
"So you know what to avoid when you come in here again."

I posted a status today.
I got the job I wanted.
My heart was was on high.
And no one liked it.

I posted a status today.
It was a youtube video
about some funny dumb ****.
And four people liked it.

I posted a status today.
It was political and a fresh point of view about gay rights.
Six people liked it. And one person de-friended me.

I posted a status today.
It was about drinking and partying my *** off.
Fifteen people liked it. And three commented on joining in.

I posted a status today.
I said how sad it was what I saw today:
That a couple is out to dinner.
And spent most of the time looking at facebook instead of
enjoying each others company and talking.
Twenty people liked it.  One of them was the guy I saw at the restaurant.
A person commented on that status saying, "******."
No one liked that person's comment.

I posted a status today.
"Say -- John Mayer"
What I meant to say was, "Why are we so afraid of saying what we need to say?"
Two likes.

I posted one last status today.
#Amurica.
Twenty-eight likes.
And a SMH as I looked at my smart phone.

Note: I do not own these two songs, this simply a mash-up of these two songs...

Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?

I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten

If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me

I really tried to do what you wanted

It all went wrong again

(Then you've seen me) I come and stand at every door

(Then you've seen me) I always leave with less than I had before

(Then you've seen me) bet I can make you smile when the blood it hits the floor

Tell me friend can you ask for anything more

Tell me can you ask for anything more

I made a vow, to carry you home

If you fall sick, if you pass out

In a little while

I'll be gone

The moment's already passed

Remind me that, once I was free,

Once I was cool, once I was me.

America, how long have you been blindfolded?
It was only supposed to be a count of twenty;
Eight years? Thanks, ****.
September 11, 2001
Sitting in a gym, wearing shorts slightly too small
Hitting a birdie back and forth
The towers fell quicker than the Jonas brothers’ career.
Thirteen and the whole world an opportunity,
Liberties taken away, like a baby needing her milk.
But that baby never had her milk, did she, America?

When did marriage become the window that needed a brick through it?
All we needed was love, but now it’s a prenup and some *******.
Nothing is genuine, except the music people tell us is good.
Holden, you’re just as phony as the war on terror.
Maybe if you keep repeating the word, people get the idea.
Hey MGMT, I'm in the prime of my life,
but the man holds me back every day.
You tube gets me through the day,
It reminds me of a better time
I watch cartoons that remind me I’m still a kid,
Even though I know it’s not true.
Hey Arnold! Did you ever have to grow up?

Did you ever have to tell someone that life only gets better if you believe?
When did people need chaos to give their lives meaning?
I sit with my frat and drink,
Everyday.
We’re the new melting ***, America.
You’ve been sitting on the stove for too long.

I put my heart out as a sacrifice,
I’m not Mayan, but I can see the truth
Dramatic examples drive it home.
RIP Heath Ledger.
Daniel Day Lewis isn’t far behind

December 21, 2012.
Both dates have something in common,
0, 1 and 2:
Two days in which the world was altered
One race; blinded by the truth in front of them
And zero hope, that we dig ourselves out of a pit of pleasures

What about nine?
Nine can turn around and become a 6,
We’re all imperfect anyway
**** perfection.

Hey Chavez,
I'll stick up for you;
Anyone who likes MLK can't be all bad.


America: the place where you can speak your mind;
Every other Tuesday

Is not measured in dollar and cents.
Makes no sense to value that value
that can be artificially raised and lowered.

Is not measured in actions or words
read in black and white or calls and
texts or hellos and good byes.

Is measured by the person you are
and the light which you bring to my life.
Small enough to carry in my pocket
and big enough to fill a room with.

I was thirsty.
So I went and got some water.
My glass was full.
Translucent in my cup.

So I drank.
A cool feeling
in my throat.
Yet I did not feel
my thirst quenched.

I filled up my cup
to try and let my
thirsty feelings fly,
far from by being.

But no matter how much I drank,
the liquid of life could not
satisfy my being no matter
how much I consumed.

Huh...

I tried a different cup...
nothing.

I tried to add ice...
nothing.

I tried to add sweet flavor...
nothing.

How could these things not satisfy
my thirst?

My friend walked by.
Looked at me as
my tongue was sticking out.
He shook his head at me.

"Your thirst was quenched the first time," He said.
"You just thought you needed more."

****.

You built a great tower.
Filled it with gold and rubies.
Great Gothic domes that stretched
to the feet of heaven. and St. Peter.
A great archway of marble.
The pews of redwood and leather.
Scripture clean and untouched.
For all the value you place in it,
there is no real value on its exterior.


For the real value is not in the building,
It is what cannot be measured...cannot be valued...is
what lies within a greater treasure.

I built another tower.
Wood and nails and glue.
I filled it with the greatest treasure
Man could give to man.
The voices of others. Singing and
helping. The Word is frayed and worn.
But it’s the best kind of worn that worn
can be.

Let a book be judged by it’s cover for
sometimes the most un amazing things
are the richest treasures in life.

Your voice is silent, but I
can hear You louder than when
I was younger. Like a dream, I
am in the middle, trying to trace
the Genesis of when You started talking
and not trying to reach a Revelation.

I want to lead an Exodus from the Egypt
that I am currently a slave to and wander
forty years until I find my place in this world.

I do not fear, for you are with me, but I fear me
for I am with me. In idea alone we are You
but in reality i am an equation with an
unsolved variable and no real solution.

You fell down.
I helped you.
It didn't matter,
that I dont know you.

Some days its good,
to know that people
are good inside.
That I am there.

I fell down.
No one came to help.
No one ever does.
It hurts so much.

Eventually I pick
myself up and go
about my day.
My spirit breaks.

I see another fall.
I look in their eyes.
Tears cascade down their face.
I pick them up and their spirit.

I fall again.
Again I am alone.
A pattern of pain,
I always feel.

Just once I'd like to be rescued;
to feel that someone cares for my being.
Every time though, I am left with the taste
of sadness and solitude in my mouth.

But i will not stop what I do;
I will help those until I can longer breathe.
For everyone deserves a reason in humanity to believe.

I’m searching for freedom from freedom.
To not be attached to strings that I did not
know I had on my back.