It came to me in a dream one day
The perfect words that I can say
But did they work, You may ask
And in my sulk you can bask
As I tell my tale of never ending sorrow
But yet I still look forward to tomorrow
For I know tomorrows a risk worth taking
And even the next day is in the making
For as an old dream dies
Two may rise
And neither are worth ignoring
For they could feed
All the hope you need
And lead you to a life of soaring.

It just comes to a point,
where you don't want it anymore.
When words that are said,
turn you and make your heart sore.

When all the tears are shed,
no one's to blame.
It's neither's fault this time,
you'll just have to adjust to the pain.

Once it has happened one to many times,
you just snap.
You put on a happy face,
never look back.

No one knows there is a battle raging on,
deep down in side.
To convince yourself to move on,
you've tried to lie.

You've got to start over,
pray a bit each night.
Don't look over that shoulder,
find other fights to fight.

The throbbing headache and nausea
I can endure; I've had worse.
Right now I could cry,
such a raw hope consumed me
as I thought about you, desperate.
It was still dark for me then,
when I needed you. Now it's day.
It brings a true smirk to my face
to know you are nothing more
than a night of binge drinking:
a foolish part of my youth,
a consequence of boredom.
I could not hold your liquor,
I vomited all that bile you said to me
in the hedges outside. Don't fret,
this is not a bad memory, in fact
you might never be a memory at all.
I am well. I will drink better and
far more dangerous poisons.
I am today, you are only last night.

sometimes it's heaven,
sometimes it's hell,
I hope I pick the right one
if not, oh well.
I tried to play nice,
But it didn't work out,
sittin in back with a bucket of ice
with my held held high
you're gonna kiss my ***
while i kiss the sky
vindictive by nature
can't supress who i am
with my nose in the air
i'm like toucan sam
I'm a free spirit
and i don't really care
if you don't want to hear it
cause i'm free, free fallin'
enjoyin every minute of it
kickin back with a bottle of ***
if you're against me *******
if you're with me get some
i don't like handouts
so hand it to me
gonna play these strings
like you can't believe
brings tears to your eyes
brings you to your knees
if i stop
you'll be begging me
please , please, please
I need more, more, more
like you can't get enough
like an unused *****
I tried to play nice
but it didn't work out
no it didn't work out

The lanes were strewn with mud
and spattered in fury,
a flurry of blood. Home
he could not reach, in his hurricane
Land Rover he was lost;
lost in the bitten blue
of a windshield blown
with shrieking and sinew.

Only his lover laid a hand
on his arm, softening
the steering, breathing out calm. Sighing
she spoke, voiced a lie
of the night; to which he hissed
and laughed
and callously cried.

Suddenly shouts
shot through the gloom, the shaky
seats, the engine vroom;
flashed out
in streets slithered
with rain, she saw
the point, the place again

and touched the cracks
that marred his face, and felt
the heat of his disgrace. Sirens
melting reality. Wait,
wait, wait for me.

I'm starting to dream in color
swimming in Silvia red night gowns
and dancing into silhouettes of purple and crimson.
psychedelic actually,
if you take the time to think within that perspective.
it's like a toned-down rave set in slow motion by overdose.
and where are you?
are you passed out on the lawn in front of some closed down swapmeet?
did the flicker of insomnia turn you off like a light switch you hadn't paid the bill for?
who now, will answer your phone or pay homage to your quips
or late night phone calls to God?
I wish I could say that I relayed the message
but my nerves never were enough.
I wonder if the angels ever picked up on the twisted games you played on their names.
Many people never bothered to decipher it all.
But on occasion I did.
When the time was convenient,
when the moments were dull.
I delved into it.
I tried anyhow.
Forgive me for never letting you pass.
For standing arms and legs wide apart to halt the inevitable.
I wish for so many seconds
that I was there to do something,
to show something,
some inkling of understanding through sarcastic grimaces.
To you, who will read this and play dead for flair,
may you call upon me from the imaginary casket when you get this.
Fore I do see that you could never leave like that.

You walk
around
your head
held high
and then
all the
sudden
came a
guy
You smirk
and mutter
under your breath
"***"
he pulled
out a gun
you went
from under
the sun
to being
placed into a
bag...

You think
your life
is rough
until
one day
you meet
a guy
that's tough
on the
exterior
but feels
inferior
because
he lives
in the alley
while your
from
the valley
although
your dad
and mom
are split
both are
caring
this man
you met
doesn't
know his
parents...

You are
on top
of the
world when
your car
breaks down
and you
get lost
in a
bad town
your scared
of all
the sounds
you look
around
and judge
all the
people
you see
you say
to one
"why do
you give
me that
*****
look sir?"
he says
back to
you "be-
cause you
look scurred"
you lock
your doors
and wait
for help
nothing
happens
for hours
asleep
you fell...

I walked
to class
for a
year and
a half
wishing
I could
take it
all back
Regrets
for all
the dumb
choices
i made
all the
debts I
still have
not paid.
I get
high or
drunk all
the time
and i
only
feel good
when i
write rhymes
Can I
deny
sorrow
and this
feeling
of pain
or give
a try
conquer
this shame
Looks like
I am
a sad
lonely
cold man
who once
again
will be
victim
of the
cruel act
of the
reali-
ty SMACK!

Me;
Before You, I was
Steeping in an invented
Self.
Comfortably
Immersed in
Oblivion.

You;
You looked at me,  
With kind eyes,
Having seen so much
Failure;
Nonetheless eager
To try.
Nonetheless willing
To be the
Extractor of my
Soul;
Unclogging the drains
Plugged with vile
Misconceptions.
Filtering the murky mere,
Instituting
Clearer waters.
Affirming that I had been
A victim of my
Body—
An excess of cells, merely
Bitter
Of their ephemeral
Purpose,
So concealing the
Intellect—
That which was
Truly sacred.

Us;
Philosophers;
Bathing in our own
Blood.
Thinking and feeling—
Basking in
Questions.
All for the sake of
Some redemption.
Claiming an awareness of
The world,
And dismissing the
Futile cycle of
Our mission.
Nonetheless,
We are eager—
Willing
To try.