Though it may not have been as beautiful as I imagined
The day we watched the world end was my favorite

You painted the scenery and I sang you limericks
Our hearts never could understand society

I think this was the moment we were waiting for
A place where there were no more expectations

As the fires waged, your brush strokes replied
Every shout and cry could be replaced by another line

I know some may not understand,
But there really isn’t much to

There hasn't been such a simple existence
We had each other, and that was all we needed

Just as Nero played the lyre while watching Rome burn
You and I created on the day the world ended

Why practice self pity?
Self worth is a rewarding
gift that only grows.

I happen to remember a writer
One that didn't hide from creativity
And that scribbled his chicken scratch
Whether it was shame or glory.

I happen to remember a writer
One that dribbled with a ball point pen
On the court of composition
And his unique game was his story.

I happen to remember a writer
One that was afraid to speak
So he wrote his thoughts on pages
And it didn't matter if it would flow.

I happen to remember a writer*
One that shared his voice
With the world and helped others-
I wonder where he decided to go?

Walking into a room I know all too well
Pretending I don't want what's inside-
Temptation is a cruel monster that eats me
Yet I've trained myself to lie so well
Everybody believes me when I declare...
"I don't do this stuff anymore."

Lady Wisdom calls
upon us, but we ignore
her useful advice...

The phony has been played
by an all-star known as James.
(Yes, I'm referring to myself).
The phony does everything
he knows he shouldn't.
The phony is everything
but himself.
The phony won't even
dare to look in the mirror.
The phony is a hollow
being incabable of dreaming.
The phony doesn't get hurt
because he lets no one in.
The phony is an exhausting
role after a while.
The phony eventually dies
like everything else...

*However, once the phony dies
the genuine you is born.
And life truly begins.

Wondering where to wander next
I calmly collect my thoughts.
I realize that revelations reveal
truth thoroughly through the mind.
Hoping I hear the higher power,
I meditate mending my mental.
Posion, passion, and possessions
become bitter but better then before.
Fear forms from the hidden forest
and death desires the depths of my soul.
A light leaks through and I learn
I'm sad, sorry, sorrowful, and need to start over.

Fill that cup up, I'll be back in five
It's been a long time since I've been high
Or should I say low? This is a depressant
I've been clean for weeks, did I mention?
Well that all changed, once I stepped in
This bar and entered another dimension
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
In just a few hours, ten ******* more
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
In just a few hours, I awake on the floor

Yo I'm tryna hear some new lines, some true lines
Maybe in this darkness I can see the Blue Sky
Like Common Sense, tryna get us out the dirt my friends
But instead, we choose to listen to those who abuse
Those that sound like an alarm clock snooze
Brainless, in ten minutes we'll hear the same ****
Y'all love to make music? That's not what it seems
Cause its apparent to the people, you had a dream
But betrayed that dream once you saw some C.R.E.A.M.
All that paper for a couple of lame joints and some haters
I wanna hear a rhyme about the government, or at least the truth
Like how it's our time to shine a light for the youth
That way, one day, they'll know that wisdom is what we follow
So they can stay away from the darkness before it swallows
Cause once you get in it, there ain't no escaping
From the sky scrapin', paper chasin, devastation, soul deflation
That can occur with the exchange of only a few words
Its absurd how so many let producers be the choosers
You may win that Grammy, but to us you're still losers
Now tell me, is that how it has to be? Cause actually,
The artist that works the hardest never get credit
What I loved so much is no longer respected
So unless you to plan to change and stop fronting
Do us all a favor and don't say nothing

Throughout life's quest we encounter obstacles and stress
Frustrated, we search for shortcuts and easier routes
Straying away from the road less traveled
Our fascinations become falsified
Through fabrications and awful lies
Deceptions is here but have no fear
The light shines in even the darkest of tunnels
Embark on the right path and you will embrace the aftermath

Change! Can we change?
That's up to you...
You know the right thing to do
Will you fall for madness
Or understand your brilliance
Follow me on this pilgrimage
We will defeat this mirage we call a world
Every human falls victim to the illusion
Betraying belief and following delusion
Instead of asking why, look in the sky
Keep faith in what's true
The answer will come to you

I've been here this whole time
Guiding many lost minds
To do what is right
And every night
I visit people
Displaying
Their worst fears
And greatest ambitions
If your ego confuses you
Don't get scared
Just confront
And acknowledge
Who I am...
Your conscious

Eventually we will be tested
With potential or without
each and every one of us
will reach a crossroads
We will have a choice:
Continue living our
lives like we have,
become more, or
become worse.

**Choose Wisely.

I was at a crossroads:
Continue living this life,
depressed, miserable,
lying, and dying.
Or, come back home
start over, get sober,
and write every night.

Many won't understand
and claim I'm weak
But speak louder brethren:
You live in an apartment,
and can't come to grips
with the fact that you're
lost and scared to admit
drugs took you over
While you smoke cigs
and get high every day
waiting for the weekend
and a day off of work
to drink your pains away.

I love you, and when you love
something you truly do have
to let it go before its ruined.
I pray that you all turn around
and find something or someone
that makes you happy
Most importantly I hope
you find something to do
with your time better than
destroying your beautiful souls

We all have a vehicle
being our bodies...
However, sometimes
we don't take care
of our vehicle...
Though our soul,
being the driver,
is a separate piece
The condition
of the vehicle
will affect
the health of
the driver.
I never realized
this until very
recently, when
in a drug induced
state another driver's
vehicle crashed.
It made me think:
When will I crash?
Why did he crash?
Was it his time?
When is my time?
These paranoid thoughts
spin out of control
making my driver
confused and scared.
And at the perfect time
I'm reminded, that I am
the driver and I am
in control of this vehicle.
From this day on,
I'll take care of my vehicle
and the driver inside.
Listening to him before
anything else, because
he knows whats best.
I encourage you to
do the same before
you crash and your
driver dies...

The only thing that could be seen
was a pair of shadows holding hands
on the wall next to a bed.

She had long hair, an hourglass body,
a little taller than him, and with a firm
stance one could assume she was confident.

He was thin, with hair that touched
his shoulders, and by the shaking of his
hands, you could tell he was nervous.

She pushed him down onto the bed,
climbed on top and kissed him on
his forehead.

After performing, the laid down for hours,
and all that could be seen was a pair
of shadows holding hands.

Paper tabs* and white powder
brings clouds to the mind
and thunder to the body.
**Meanwhile lightning strikes the heart.

I pray for you more than you know.
I pray that you will one day be at peace,
and accept the things you cannot control.
More importantly I pray that you will
begin to appreciate what you have...

A man threatened your life on Friday,
and you were mad that he didn't take it.
Danny said that three things stopped it.
The cab that almost hit you, the cop that
tried to arrest you, and the third was me...

I don't feel bad even though you wanted this.
Two other events prevented your death.
Clearly something else agrees with me that
you still have more work to do before you leave.
Until you do agree, I will continue to pray for you.

I got butterflies,
for the first time in many years,
feeling your embrace.

No more false declarations,
This "wisdom" I possess,
No! In fact, I'm much less,
What I say is unimportant,
Work was a contradiction,
Supporting my addiction
And in this moment,
I really need guidance,
So I'm going to try this...