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Jimmy Nov 2018
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8 weeks ago you looked me in eyes
You spoke slow. I could see through your disguise
Your lies, your *******, whatever you intend to call it
I saw the pain, but the anger came and left
Zero serotonin in your synaptic cleft

4 times I tried your cell
No answer, figured you said **** it and bailed
this excuse of a community
I just wanted to share an idea new to me
Per usual

3 times I knocked on your door
Maybe you were in there feeling boorish and down on yourself
But to be honest, I wasn't there to offer help
I was too late

And then it clicked.
Have you ever felt like you were forgetting something?
Or maybe had this thing on the tip of your tongue, an answer to the test that you didn't think of until the bell rung?
It all made sense. I ignored your pain.

And here's the ******* rub
8 weeks ago I saw you. I could've stopped you bleeding out in the tub
At the very least delayed
You were always the one to persuade me to take a righteous path
The antithesis, the person I could have been if not for social math
I needed you. I felt alone before you. You may not have given me company but you gave be hope that I could cope with the solidarity that comes with being on the far end of polarity,

I knew you. You knew me. Every now and then I start dialing your number
8-4-3....
But you ain't accepting calls no more
The pain you must of been in
The pain that I let you sit in.
*******, you scared to death to fit in,
But I knew.
I pushed it back because I didn't want to deal with the fact the world isn't mine
As I sit here and whine, I could've done more. I could've done something
**** I need to tell you about this epiphany, let me call you up
8-4-3...
You don't know what you meant to me
But I don't know what to do with your legacy
Jimmy Aug 2018
Excuse me.
Can you spare some change?
I swear to you I'm not deranged
I just bear an estranged relationship with a quick thinking chick who painted me insane
Of course I get nothing.
I just need something to eat, get out of the heat, get back on my feet
Then, after that, I will look for jobs
Don't I have rights? Where is Hobbes?
What about the mobs in the street protesting for peace and equality so that necessities aren't commodities.
But they're not gonna bother with me
I'm just an individual who can provide some residual support on a tv report

Oh you still here?
Listen I'm intelligent, I see things clear
I see all the money in the world, there is enough to share
But I get it, its not supposed to be fair
The people who got it, worked hard for it
But did they have a dad that beat em?
A mom that didn't feed em?
A teacher who wouldn't believe in em?
Maybe.
I just want some some dinner

I see that isn't gonna happen
So keep using me in your movies
Keep saying I'm balistic, keep calling me a statistic
Keep saying I'm lazy keep saying I'm crazy
Keep writing me into poems
Keep using me in protests
Please man, I just want change
My archetype gets no rest
Jimmy Sep 2018
Hamlet missed his chance
Antigone would've ousted Creon quicker given the stance
Had Lenin the foresight he'd have placed his bets on Trotsky
What options does that leave me?
you can know you're not them


The voices in my head speak softly as the man I want dead paints what it would cost me
To exact revenge
Make his world end
And mine, its a fine line to debate on crossing
You could let it go

I'm blameless here, no?
He's the one who sold his soul
He landed a hit, but he better have another punch to throw.
Swing at me!
I promise you I won't go gently
You can forget it

What would the wise say?
If you turn away there's a price to pay
An eye for an eye and
a lie for a lie
This cuckold better say goodbye
You can forgive

Do you think Montresor has any regrets?
There was no tell-tale heart beating when he laid himself rest.
Was he satisfied?

I know what I'm doing
I'm passing this test
The wise can watch his demise
Game
Set


Fine, you've made up your mind, enjoy your story being lost in time.
Enjoy your rhyme or reason for convincing only yourself this man is guilty of treason.
You're going to take a part of yourself with this, you've let your temper grow.


Hey, where'd you go?
Jimmy Nov 2018
This morning I opened up my eyes to exercise my right to the democratic process
It doesn't matter if I did it with heart or thoughtless
Regardless I am standing with my brothers and sisters trying to make a better system for the sinners by supporting snakes and trying not to see censors

That 45 minute wait allows me to contemplate what it all could mean.
Was this really the dream of so many before me?
I've grown so worldly with knowledge of the Caravan, the Taliban, the Muslim ban, and the wedding bands around the families of Americans

We all just want to keep it together, some to let go become a feather in the arms of the weather we call political tides
Is that a blue or red wave coming?
Whatever it is. It means nothing.
Jimmy Oct 2018
Do I love you or do I need you?
Whats the difference between the two
Do you love me or do I just feed you?
Where's the difference between the two

Johnny, you better start running
Having regret for your cunning?
Johnny, swing set sitting on your land
Certainly Johnny, daddy was a rich man
He was important, see? A judge
And your mama showed you love
But your karma is catching up
You best start running
Before the rest of your family starts shunning

Johnny, you were born a null-man
But you were sworn to be a law man
Scorn so strong, knocking over the less fortunate's beer can
The darkness in you, kids call you peter pan
Perfect man to hey-mister, the guy that touched on your buddy's kid sister
You best run

Faster friend!
Feeling free is false, even if you promise not to do it again
Keep carrying on until the commas in your bank account are long gone
Run.

Well, you've made it
Old age hasn't been gracious
That gun in your drawer is looking flirtatious
Why do you keep it?
A secret? Well if times get tough you can seek it
Or maybe your scared someone knows your address and are about to leak it
At least tell yourself that, let the invisible ink show, add jest and hope neither are true

You could have been so much Johnny, but you are you.
Work in progress -- big time
Jimmy Sep 2018
I can't afford to be free

A dance with the devil might cost a whole life
But a kiss from an angel only lasts for night

Have you ever heard an honest man lie?
Have you ever heard a warrior cry?

Have you seen the beggar put up a fight?
Have you seen the thief do what's right?

Saint Peter was called upon after saying he couldn't deny
George Washington was asked to be king and he said 'not I'

Man is born free, yet everywhere he goes he's in chains
You have no control of fate, from Rousseau to Nietzche its in flames

At least that's what the devil whispers in my ear
Yes I may dance with the devil but I do so in fear

Of the alternative
Jimmy Aug 2018
What the **** are you doing?
Got some bad news and now you're brewing
A way to ruin your day
You're spiraling away
Man I have some **** to say!
Is it too late? Am I running against a clock or fate? It makes all the difference
Slam into your neighborhood, at your backyard gate
Blue lights, they're here to solve the case
I wanted to be there for you
I swear on my life that's true
I was here, you ******, you knew!
I love you
We already lost a friend, I can't lose another
Maybe that why we tried to put some distance between each other
I even called your mother
It didn't work, I'm not covered
I still feel, its so real
The last thing you wrote
Was an obvious suicide note
I should've known when in that spoon in your room there sat that nugget
You know what, man?
**** it
Jimmy Aug 2018
The clock strikes noon
You went for the stars, and missed the moon
It's too soon to be living with scheming demons
Trying to make you forget the way you lit up when you thought you had a chance at redemption
Cheer up kid, you get recurring pain as a pension
One two, da dum, one two
Can you hear it?
One two, da dum, one two
Do you fear it?
One two, da dum, one two
Try and drown it, and it'll amplify
Don't you get it? YOU ******* KILLED A GUY
You should've listened when he told you
You shouldn't have been so eager to buy the white lie he sold you
But now you let me in, and I'll mold you
For the rest of your life
They say envy makes you green
Well, Guilt will make you scream
Now the tell tale heart beats soft in its grave
One two, da dum, one two
And I'll make sure you never turn the page.
Jimmy Nov 2018
He sits by his window staring alone at a brick wall that will not answer his call
Each night, he drifts farther from home, each second a free fall into the into the core of his resolve

Each day his hometown moves father away, the more miles the more the guilt piles without decay
This concrete jungle told them 'come on' before the saw blade made it's way

That's part of the trade, he heard the old woman say. "You put your life on your back and keep the stack of grief until your dying day"

He asked Him why his home is gone and his pain persists. He told him he was searching for a place in his heart that doesn't exist.
Jimmy Dec 2018
Stop, go no further, here lies the bones of the murdered
You don't want to end your life by a place never recorded
Go, pay it forward, go warn those with curious toes to stay in bed
Rather wither away than enter the Kingdom of the Dead

These folks here were like you a me
But the fell for the rouse of an unanswered energy

Oh but the energy is beautiful
Emotionally brutal
Trying and prying it away is futile
Every finger, every cuticle, every office, every cubicle
It left hurricane evacuation towns lootable
It left schools and innocence shootable  

It seduced Adolf and Bernie Madof
And Mao to play the inflictions imposed on the civilization supposed to be better off than those who ignored the message
Oh the beauty that lies in the heart of every sinner

This is the Kingdom of the Dead
Do not enter.
Jimmy Nov 2018
Last night I was able to get a few minutes with the devil at midnight, I was telling her about my ambien fulled mid-flight fist fight
She looked at me with delight as she offered a key with some coke that just hit
just right
She told me
"Kid you're on the right path, people looking to tear you off may tell you that there is value in sit ins and coups, but these chickens get to be yours for the picking. Stay the course
No remorse
Until you're forced on your deathbed
Stick here and you'll be well fed
Maybe your spirit dying of thrist, but what good is a death if you can't afford the hearse?
I'm here to tell you first and last, that after life the afterlife is laughter in the mind of a child. Kid go wild"
Jimmy Jul 2018
Liberty falls when mint leafs hit tea
Sitting in the sand, 120 degrees
The first round is sweet
Wait no, bitter, blame the heat

First is bitter like childhood, scary and unknown
Second is sweet like friends, never being alone
Third is bittersweet like death,       leaving a legacy of your own

Est-ce que ça c'est té ou de l'eau?      
Both are vital and I frankly don't know
Jimmy Aug 2018
Whats up
How you living?
How you been? How's your friends?
Its been too long, it's a sin

How them funds bo?
You an investor, no?
I got a buddy in Paris selling guns yo
This ain't for fun though
I'm talking real cash back
Im only here with the cold hard facts

"Hm, I doubt that
Its been 4 years since you were ran out of town and now you bounce back?
And now you're with the facts?
Now you're not a hack?

Look you made me and its appreciated
But you understand that **** is depreciated
Because the wrong choice you debated too
Now its time to meet who created you"

CLACK

Oh no
My blood is so warm
But my body is so cold
This wasn't supposed to happen,  I was supposed to grow old!

To do what kid? Nothing is given
Give one good reason to return you to the land of the living
Your time is up, these are the last seconds before atonement
You oughtta be treasuring these moments

Well where am I going? Hell?
Me and Lucy have a lot in common
I was an angel and I fell

You think your afterlife is made by one decision?
And you still hung up on superstion?
Listen, that choice you debated hasn't got anything to do with where you're fated
Ha! This belated inflated charm of your won't work snakeman

And who the hell are you?

Me? I'm death, I'm life
I'm passion, jealously, I'm Christ
I'm Moses high upon the mountain
I'm buddha, I'm Mohammed drinking from the fountain.
I'm Newton sitting under and apple tree
I'm everything that can and will be
But so are you

So what I thought was true, I am a god amongst men

Nah, youre the universe's whim
And you aren't going back

Ive learned nothing
And then it all went black
Jimmy Oct 2018
I get a lot of calls from Sebastian,
They're always calls to action, and attempt to do a fraction of damage I used to be capable of
Or they are sometimes him in traction looking for a place to stay when he's kicked out of the cabin
But this time was different.
He left a voicemail, and his tone was solemn, so I decided to call him.

He asked me for a favor
I knew he would sooner or later,
He said high upon the mountain top
where it is quiet enough for a pen to drop 20 feet
That's where I would find him, calling with the same message on repeat, to the rest of his friends

Who knew. Driving up from the coast had me anxious
I hadn't the faintest idea of what Sebastian's pain is

I drove up and put my car in park
A petty insult was the last thing I got out before Sebastian would start
slurring sober thoughts into shouting words
"Forget about forgiveness, I lived for this business, I understand the the impact I've had.
I wish I could've been there for my sister and dad
I wish I could've been there for you two. Jimmy, you too
Now, you see, I'm gonna be living for my true father, and that father needs me to be a martyr. A warning sign for anyone who thinks they can slip behind enemy lines and not be deranged. Guys, I love you, everything has changed for me, when I'm gone please keep your sanity."

I looked around at my friends faces,
they were frowning, with a look of pity, no disgrace
The fire was crackling as the voice of Sebastian faded in and out again
I glanced back down.
If this clown is trying to bring around a new beginning for himself, he is obviously misguided.

Why is everyone sitting there, why is no one wound up and excited?
This guy isn't a Mohammed.
Typically I'd let this slide, but Sebastian about to throw his life away, and I'm sure as hell not going to be standing at the grave with a bouquet, okay?
"Sebastian, let's take a second"

"No I don't need to second guess it, I've had minutes at midnight running on candle light, and I have just enough energy for one more fight. It'll be what's right.

"No"

"You know these honor killing ain't nothing but sleeping snakes, ready to get their heads chopped off as soon as they wake"

"Sebastian, you ain't gonna change culture overnight"

"Maybe, but I can put up one more fight, goodnight"

These mountain winds take me back to your ghost again. It's a shame you didn't win, Sebastian.
Jimmy Sep 2018
Hey old friend
I would love to see you again
You used to be so care free
But now you just carry
The weight of the world eating off your dinner plate
Pour the passion out
Fill back up with hate
Throw the dreams out and
Find some second hand fate
Then get fired from your job and pack up your crate

You're a fake
Because this ain't you
You of all people letting fear dominate your life? That cant be true
No one made the choice but you
You're trapped in freedom
How the hell you going to lead 'em?
You promised !

You swore to sing their songs,
you swore to carry on,
you swore that when they were weak,
you'd be strong
What if you were wrong?
What if you don't belong?
What if that desire is gone?

Is it too late?
Oh I know, maybe you should contemplate
That'll get you
somewhere,
somehow,
someway
Ha! There went another day
You sat in the class and gave your word you had things to say
But now the cats got your tongue, your sword has been swung
The only thing left for you is the enternal beating of drums

Hope it was worth it
I did mean it
I would've loved to see you again
Jimmy Jul 2018
Hairdressers daughter,
Momma wanted her to make farther without a father
Couldn't even manage an alama matar
From the far South, no clue how to keep her legs closed, nor her **** mouth
These blackhole guys with their cast oil lies, let her keep the disguise
That she don't know better
The 'basic' girl, she fits it to the letter
But she's actually pretty clever
Just miserable, intent on making things intense for the individuals who fall for her ******* lust, their faces change fast when they see the red plus
She hits them with 'whats that mean for us? How this gonna go down?"
They give her money to get out of town, they choke
Little do they know it's all a joke, one gift store test puts her with the best of all con artists, its a high for her, but she still don't feel
Until one day it all got real
That equation on a stick that helped her get rich, she couldn't go through with it
Came back and latched hard. 9 whole months,
Had to become a hairdresser, took out her phone, clicked on 'mom' and called her
"You're gonna have a granddaughter"
Jimmy Dec 2018
There was a young boy, who lived Behind The Beautiful Forevers
Ray, his name, fancied himself rather clever
In every endeavor he borrowed a bird and returned a feather
Born to poverty and a daddy that said 'bye honey' and he walked through the door, no one heard from him more

But, forget about that, Ray decided whether or not his story is legit, he'll get notarity at the cost of his piety
He raised up money and business to keep with the mighty
Funny, hard to find a witness to attest to the sickness he wanted to tidy and package like another product on the shelf, any damage he inflicted, it was all to himself

He just scimmed off the top, a slum lord without a taste of the *** he was
Without the knowledge of the **** he was
But to come up he was
Destined by Dad's deadly ditching to receive his sinful dividends until his itching will stop
Ray will take everyone down, he's on a clock
He doesn't think life's worth living, all you got is your time and then your legacy is left kicking
With that mindset these fools were his for the picking

What's a little money laundering when everything is section 8 and the IRS isn't going to go pondering
Add some harm to others on top, a little inner hate, nothing can touch Ray, not till the ball drops
No no, don't even try to call the cops, better with the feds, Ray has the town on lock
Meanwhile Dad figures his blood son has some lump sum from his work
Dad starts sneaking around the office, starting to lurk trying to find out if Ray still gives a **** about biological family
A little loan to much to ask for Papa, it cannot be
He wouldn't ask if he had another opportunity

They meet face to face
Ray starts going off on him, and for a moment dad hides the disgrace
But in a stroke of destiny Dad stands up and shows Ray his place
"You've gone far but there's miles left to go
You think you broke the rules, but what do you have to show?
A couple section 8 properties some thugs and some drug money?
You oughtta be thanking me, I made you who you are kid
You think you beat the system, but the system accounts for the pitiful bouts of a child gone wild
You ain't special, you ain't even above the grade, you're just the lucky guy getting paid right now
Now put your pride down"

This got Ray some kind of mad
A Greek chorus calls out 'Can you actually **** your Dad?'
Or maybe you'll grow up to be like him. Have a son and leave like him
Just do it Ray why are you waiting? It's your precious time you're wasting, talk about a legacy.
Just stab the guy and you'll be free from the inner scrutiny

Dad yells "Do it to me!"
"End me, exact your revenge on me, show me how it feels to get beat
All those times your mom got bruised fixing that 'leak'
Are you weak?"

Ray finishes and goes straight to the bridge where he is ready to jump off
Deep into the water his body rests underneath free will and all its depths
Jimmy Dec 2018
It rained and everyone gained self-awareness
Staring at the ****** corpse of the Greek and the humors
While I try to shut the molded doors.
Just a loner with some suchers
All I hear is rumors that the old ways are the future
Reason resonably rendered senseless
Someone resend me the recipe for reciprocity because the only thing separating want and won't is an apostrophe
Screwtape told me to keep my eyes peeled open just in case I find the human still coping with the new old ways
That's when I make my play
Corruption in the blood, The Vinegar Tasters buried in the mud on this rainy night
The world's first time in the mirror and collapses with the gift of sight
Jimmy Dec 2018
The second to last time I seen you, you invited me up for a movie,
I felt excited, my eyes were widened, hadn't had one on one with you in quite a while
I wanted to see what was going on, what you'd been putting on
But of course I left my phone on.
You see Pete, the reason I couldn't repeat our past hangouts was because I was too busy trying to get my paper published and my last chance bangouts
I got up from your couch because you had tide I had to get a stain out
I wasn't all that worried, me and you, we mixed like some good curry
I remember the time we were in India and DC, Everytime you gave me an excuse for me to be me
It's not easy remembering the movie, maybe because my phone was buzzing and I was so moody
I left early
A girl I was with at the time wanted hang, sue me
But I am truly sorry I left at the 20 minute mark, if I could go back in time I would put my *** in park

Id ask every question, just as an escuse to pause the movie every second
I'd change the language, and we'd try paint the scenes on the screen
I'd ask you to play it again,
Because I had no idea that at 2 hours and 22minutes the movie and you would end

The last time I saw you, your body was black and blue
The cop sat there and asked me if I could identify you
I really told her no
I didn't believe it, I held up this investigation for a weekend because I couldn't see how it could be that you left me and everyone else
And I know you didn't for yourself
But I miss you for myself
You still weigh on me, it's killing my health
I don't have many words left
I'm bargaining with God, Mohammed, and the Devil trying to forget your death
Jimmy Aug 2018
Small town kid with a pocket full of dreams
Ran to the city to bust on the scene
A taximan told him "welcome to intellectual hollywood, Washington D.C."
He smirked and cracked back "y'all gonna need me"

He had enough work ethic to make up for what he lacks
But no lawman nor humanitarians are hiring, he fell through the cracks
He sure came a long way to have nothing to say
His dues were passed time to pay, but instead he sat on his stoop with a cigarette puffing away

He would just say to himself
One day, one day, one day

He just wanted happiness
Instead he got this
He got mediocre.
What if he got his dream?
The voices of Yeats and Socrates would chime in
"What then?"

Don't look for fruit on a rotten tree
And don't try to follow the stars by their reflection in the sea
And definitely don't take your dreams to Washington D.C.
Jimmy Jul 2018
What's it worth?

Power and money can't go with you when you get put in the earth

I mean what's it worth?

Leaving a legacy for your pedigree
Who go around porting your livery

What's it worth?

Ain't no free will, you just bound to be
Ain't no one give a ****. Dont bother with secrecy

The ****'s it worth?

Ground em up, pound em up, build em back up

Just so they can go and face the day without having to ******* sack up

What're you worth?

Running around seeking adulation
From gods abombimal creations

What're they worth?

Theyre nothing, and they're nothings everywhere
Without a hair of deceny, ******* plans easy to see

What's it worth, kid?

You need a plot,
One life that's all you got

Smoke a little ***
Pop some little pills

Until you are unable to enjoy the thrills
That's the **** that kills,
What happens when happiness is blasphemous to an Übermensch activist?

What if there is no me left?

Soul stolen slowly by surplus serotonin circling the synaptic cleft

Reflection in the mirror looks like death.

Wait.. it couldn't be clearer

The figure in the mirror is

some sort of fear or hatred that has allowed me to be

complicitely complacement in the fact i'm just
alive adjacent.

I'm living without meaning, I'm latent.

And I don't have the patience to do things of greatness.

Wait, no! **** that. I'm intelligent and I'm gonna do diligent

Belligerence to be the next GW, Johnny Cash or Eric Clapton.

I'm in charge of my life, Nietzsche, call me captain.

And that very next day, all of a sudden, nothing happened

— The End —