We attempt to victimize,
those who we believe tell us lies,
but we do not take time to sympathize,
instead we drown out their cries,
with thoughts of our future prize,
and how we will one day reach the skies,
and then we can be wise,
and attempt to apprise,
those who we once chastised,
but it is too late and it is us they despise,
they see no compromise,
as we are the cause of their demise,
it is too late to revise,
why do you show surprise?
when you stepped on their rise,
spouting **** like "everyone dies",
meanwhile your have grown in size,
thanks to stealing their supplies,
and murdering their allies,
all so you can excuse yourself from seeing the pain in their eyes.

Oh My God,
Get the **** out of my head,
Oh my god,
You keep me in bed.
I can't stand your smell as if you are a lavender field,
Flowing briskly in the wind without a hitch,
I can't stand the way you think,
With each word my heart will sink.
You used to have me,
in every single way,
But now you are like the sea,
and I can't find the bay.
I'm lost now, because of you,
you made me go far away, into the ocean blue.
But I don't blame you, for I am not a coward,
With all of this water, I merely flowered.

I'm afraid to get old like you,
watching you die has had its effect,
becoming incoherent and without a clue,
living life as if a defect.
You once were so young,
so powerful,
so strong.
Now you lay in bed,
needles in your arms,
everything flying over your head,
thinking you may as well be dead.
I don't want to become old like you.

Rich and lavish, everyone covets them,
wanting makes us selfish, so we choose to condemn,
acting as if the high life is wrong,
and yet we admire it in every song,
but the glittering gold of self-sufficiency,
while believing due to their superb efficiency,
has given the rich a false sense of superiority,
while distilling on us a feeling of inferiority.

So how do we fight back against the man?
We try to take everything we can.
"He doesn't need it! He has so much!"
is what we will shout on a fateful march,
but our words fall upon deaf ears,
as the ones who should listen,
are the ones distilling our fears.

You are so stupid,
you conform to every group,
letting your opinions be molded like clay,
by the power play within these coups.
Create a coup within the coups,
called thinking outside the box,
use your head and lead the others,
for they are lost themselves,
do not stand blind among them,
walking towards hell.

Hold me in your arms tonight,
release me of all my fright,
be my bodyguard for my mind,
to the real world I am blind,
by puppet strings I hung,
until I was no longer young,
you made me walk on my own,
able to withstand every stone.

Hey kid, let's go waste life away,
create our lives by learning from each other,
being told not to go astray,
but we would never bother.
Let's go make one another,
create your life with the sins of mine,
spend nights drinking cheap wine,
while passing smoke with the night.
Like the secondhand smoke you send to me,
it is not fresh like the wine in my glass,
but stale like our love, which has come to pass.
Let us drink ourselves to death,
staring deeply into one other's eyes,
not taking a breath.
Until the last drop is drunk,
the last spliff smoked,
pass the smoke of the last hit,
each let off a cough as we choked.
Letting the smell slip off,
the drink drip out,
we fall asleep on our own side of the bed,
in between us lays our doubt.

We live life with great names,
but perish in glory's flames,
hopes fill our hearts that we will be remembered,
And that our names not be slandered.
Alas life has a way of bringing us to ground,
taking our dreams and turning them around,
placing roadblocks in our way,
creating tolls we cannot pay.
We must find a way to break on through,
whether sneak, lie to get on by,
eventually we will get caught by the toll crew,
And it will be our time to die.

Looking into the vast sea,
unable to gaze into the endless ocean,
the reflection staring back at me,
oblivious to the surrounding commotion.
As our sails are set on fire,
the hole from the cannon is gaining water,
I can see i am about to retire,
as the pirates begin their slaughter.
First they slice my heart in half,
stomping upon it with a laugh,
then my soul is destroyed,
creating an endless void.
But you are safe within their grasp,
they do not hurt you,
you do not gasp.
You stare into my eyes as I die,
and away with then you go off and fly.

Take my name,
take my card,
soon you will own me,
it is not that hard.
I am like an open book,
just type my name,
I'll be caught on your hook.
My information is everywhere
you can find my favorite food,
or most hated place to think,
either way I am *******,
for you will own me before I blink.
With so much social media,
filling the internet like an encyclopedia,
about our lives and what they mean,
there is no privacy that can be seen.
So let us live our lives like animals,
living in cages placed upon these screens,
our lives are owned by these machines.

Are we not the epitome of what we condemn others for,
as we will fight the good fight of our youth,
while we ******* on the internet to a *****,
and blind ourselves to the truth.
That we have chosen to deny what is hurting us,
and instead cover it up with an excuse,
avoiding the humility only creates distrust,
life's truth's are covered by a ruse.
While we tell our children that *** is only with love,
and drugs are what make people die,
while we hide the reason a man ever made the glove,
and avoid the reason in which people fly.
We choose to believe that everyone should be good and holy,
and only the delinquents are what ruin society,
but everyone is the same and going to die slowly,
so why should we all stick with proprieties?

My heart is a cave,
a home...
For animals who live in shadows,
my pathos,
which once shined upon,
removes all doubt,
glowing as a ghost-white sun.
Remove this light of your love,
and these shadows crawl back into their hole,
the caverns within the cave of my heart,
where there lives my long lost soul.
If you continue with the light,
that emits from your charitable love,
you can hold my hand through this fight.
Lead me through this maze,
into resurrection,
implode my heart,
devouring itself.
Yet I am reborn from the ashes of my past,
like a phoenix in the sky,
with you as my guide,
I fly with my wings spread vast,
a redeeming cry,
and you by my side.




And nothing could be better.

Sirens screaming in the distance,
searching for a victim,
a black man hiding in the shadows,
running from his life's battles.
Since the ripe age of fourteen,
he went to school in pain and death,
fond of the power of a weapon,
and the ability to steal someone's breath.
Taught that the only way to be,
is the life of an O.G.,
the hood is all you got,
that is until you are caught.
In the jail the oppression continues,
with the pigs up high,
and the blacks down below,
with this dynamic, the resentment will grow.
When the victim is finally out,
expected to fit into society,
yet this setback put him on the wrong route,
only seen for his notoriety.
So who are we to blame him,
when he sees stars within drugs,
all his opportunities are now dim,
pushing him back in with the thugs.

We expect him to grow and move on,
but the pressure on his head won't allow such bliss,
the only way out is the way with the gun,
such is the life when on the run.

You are the one I love,
that at least is true,
sacrificing my dreams,
for you I will see that through.
Moving to a far away land,
sacrificing my life,
just so next to me you will stand,
together as my wife.
And if things do not go as planned,
Will from my back protrude a knife?
Or will you catch me when I fall,
protecting me from further strife.

Turn on the news and what do you see?
A dead child, and overflowing seas.
Go outside and what do you see?
A beautiful sky and peace with the trees.
Let me sell my joy in life,
to watch others live in strife.
Or I could take a step outside,
and realize what it is like to be alive.

Looking at you as you lay asleep,
unsure of whether to smile or weep,
for my heart you will always keep,
for you are my shepherd and I am your sheep.
I will follow you until my feet run red,
and I will hold onto you until I am dead,
to leave you fills my heart with dread,
for you are the cure for the cancer in my head.
Your heart is like gold,
resistant to mold,
the cure that I need,
and am lucky enough to receive,
with all the love that you bleed,
to grant me my reprieve.
Words cannot fathom what you have done,
letting me live, as if I am someone.
Someone who deserves the love that you present,
when you are the one who deserves to be content.
So now that I am healed, alive and well,
I will cut out my heart and present it to you,
please do not mind the smell...
for it has been molded for as long as I can tell.
If you continue to scrub it clean,
for you and only you,
my heart will gleam.

Come to me my dear,
and I will make things clear,
pushing you down the path,
into my sadistic wrath.
I'll let you believe what you want,
as I watch your naivety flaunt,
but there is a sinister thought,
which I hope you haven't caught,
and a horrible idea,
for which there is no panacea.

So follow me my sweet,
I'll be sure to watch you,
let me take you to my street,
as you believe the ******* I spew.
So don't you dare,
begin to trust me for a minute,
I'll harm every hair,
as my explicit thoughts are infinite.

I was saved from below,
and shown what is above,
thanks to the girl that I love.
For if a monster such as me,
can feel so complete,
which is a feat,
then there must be a being that is saving me a seat.
The things that I have done,
will never leave,
and I will not run,
for a man faces his fears,
and that does not follow a few beers.
Strength must be given or gained,
through experiences that have pained,
but once you recognize the wrong,
and see that you are strong,
then life can be saved,
and with gold the streets are paved.

Suicide to save their pride is what they said when they lied.
How it was to save face to not appear as a disgrace.
Sadly their claims hold no base when you see their life lost pace.
Instead they lived with fears and covered their face with tears.
As we call them selfish and a coward we do not see how they became overpowered.
While we live with the reluctant truth that things are different from our youth.
Life is dark and full of lies and selfish people ignoring our cries.
And when some try to reach out a hand they are reluctant to show they cannot stand.
It is not one person's fault, instead it is societies halt.
The stoppage of love and empathy which has discriminated sympathy and the birth of apathy.
So let us recognize the selfish few who cannot reach out to you.
Go to them and show them love because it is what they need from above.

Save us they say,
they have stolen our hearts,
they have chopped us up,
and sold our body parts.
Save us they say,
they have taken our rights,
and these rights are ours,
we gained them through our fights.
Save us they say,
as they look for others,
we are dying here,
protects our sisters, mothers and brothers.
Save us they say,
as they cower in fear,
unable to go on,
only steering clear.
Save us they say,
as they lie down and die,
I blame only you,
as I have lived a lie.

We photograph ourselves,
to remind each other,
of who we are.
But these pictures end up on endless shelves,
as nobody will even bother,
as they are busy showing off their new car.
We don't realize the image we show,
is not really who we are,
but who we wish others thought we were,
and with this mentality we will never grow,
and we will never get very far,
as we alter ourselves for what others prefer.

I am a torn up sail,
having faced  hurricanes wrath.
You looked upon me like God's gift,
despite inside me being a rift.
Not one to turn from a dare,
you made me able to catch air.
Sewing and fixing like a grandmother would,
you put me together in a day or two,
I never thought that anyone could,
I guess I just needed you.

*******, you stupid *****,
you took my heart, and threw it in a ditch.
You didn't care as you said you loved me,
as it shows in the way in which you got up to flee.
Running like a coward; no thought of repercussions,
only thinking of yourself; avoiding all discussions.
So as you go off and you **** everything that will move,
torturing yourself, thinking you have something to prove.
But you don't, and that is where went off-key with this song,
and with each different guy you lose a brand new thong,
because you believe *** is love and that is where you are wrong.

For I can find a ***** in fifth street,
and **** her until she forgets her name,
but doing so is not any feat,
as she has seen millions of men as they came.
Do you think she loves each man who throws her a bone?
Do you think she cares for his heartfelt confessions?
or do you not recognize that she is living her life alone.
These are business sessions; as she is the object that is sold at the concessions.
So respect yourself and learn what love is, as you will soon find, it is more than being just his.
For love is what will set you free,
and the only thing to make you consistently happy,
and you can love and loss and again learn to love,
and your broken wings will help you fly above,
and sooner or later, when push comes to shove,
you will learn, that *** isn't love.

So I have a blog I just started, only a few articles are in it but I hope to discuss how things evolve and come to be in society with media, politics and so on... So check it out, feel free to talk ****, comment, joke, etc. Maybe you can see where some of my poems stem from (probably not).
http://dirtymittens.wordpress.com/

She makes me sigh with trepidation,
while you steal my breath like a five mile sprint.
She suffocates my freedom,
while you only choke me with butterflies
She burns me with words and douses me with skin,
while you bathe me in love.
She is cancer.
You are life.

I stopped in a broken town called Shelton today,
everything dead and nothing at play,
every building was missing it's store,
And every corner had its own *****.
As I walked into the local shop,
grab a pack of cigs and a bottle of peace,
a man stood like a dog by the door,
begging for scraps and nothing more,
I grabbed him a sandwich and some water,
sitting with him I watched him become fodder.
The church let out and everyone came,
grabbing their food and never mentioning his name,
as he dug in the trash they laughed and pointed,
denying him his bone,
while taking a picture with their phone.
So as I watched him break down,
I wondered why no one took him off the ground,
And with a selfish realization,
no one wanted his contamination.
Losing what they have is what they worry for most,
And God forbid they become his host.

Let me undress your heart,
look upon it's naked curves,
let me give it that jump start,
with feelings that play on your nerves.
Let me love you and feel you,
holding you close to me,
between us electric shocks flew,
like a defibrillator,
resurrecting our lives,
into the one we once knew.

I was drunk off love,
but now I'm hungover.
Your kiss was the last shot I had,
before I threw up my words,
regretting them now that I'm sober...
The hangover cure,
is grab another beer,
and find a nice young lass.
This cures the pain,
but not the problem,
as I drink this love like a drain.

Hey you, let's get it on,
but first let me hit thing ****,
for the sinful lust of obscuring reality,
will help us fight the feelings of mortality.
As we have lived with restrictions upon our souls,
while handed down our hollow goals,
circumventing our wills,
with those little red and white pills..
So is it wrong to want a reprieve?
And not always have a job to receive,
whether it's life's responsibilities,
or our peers hostilities,
sometimes I just need a break,
and while society asks me sleep,
it helps me stay awake.

The calm ocean engulfs you and I as we sink down below,
holding hands and dropping down as the pressure overwhelms,
with each passing second the tension starts to grow,
and you attempt to take the helm.
You begin to kick,
rising up to the air,
but I fall like a brick,
and all you do is stare.

The fakers are takers,
giving to no one,
living a lie,
destroying one's soul,
merely to accomplish their goal.
Take what they can,
like a parasite,
stealing your goods,
then taking flight.
But like a mosquito,
their life is not long,
******* blood gets old,
until they **** the wrong arm.
Slap.

Sleep,
I need it so bad,
I want it right now,
like a ***** for some love,
there's nothing I'm above,
Sleep,
The tranquil appeal of silence,
cut off from the world,
nothing in my ears,
free from all my fears.
Sleep,
Why is it so good,
yet unattainable for me,
is it that I don't deserve,
or is that just what I observe.
Sleep,
I'll get it some day,
as it alludes me like a bird,
flying high into the sky,
dodging me until I die.

The snow is freezing outside,
you don't feel it though,
you are warm.
Come here.

Listen to the fact,
do not use your heart,
it has more tact.
Like a politician leading you astray,
directing you,
like a character in a play.
When you finish and the crowd applauds,
you stand as if you are awed,
but the truth is you are a fraud,
and the entire play has been flawed.
We are toy soldiers,
directed by a child,
told to move boulders,
with our weakening shoulders.
What will they do when we go up that hill?
As our footing breaks underneath our feet,
will they catch the rock coming to crush us alive,
or will they merely stand atop,
looking down to chastise.
They will throw their tantrums,
and sing their anthems,
speak of how they did their part,
and that maybe you should start.
Their part was to give direction,
and because of their perfection,
they deserve protection.
So as we lay dying on the ground,
unable to move,
not making a sound.
They will call upon the rest of the soldiers,
to fight their wars,
and move the boulders.

Squeezing it out,
like the soul from my heart,
it is just unhealthy,
without a proper start.
I must find motivation,
along with an ideal,
get the proper devotion,
to write what I feel.
And like all harassed works of art,
the critics will just tear it a part,
although I'd rather be stabbed than seen as harmless,
I still prefer that my art is not harmless.
Such is life to have no desires,
but I would rather be the spark to light a thousand fires.

Stand up and fight,
you coward,
you wimp.
Will you let them beat you,
as you lay there limp.
Or will you just wait until it is over,
and then pray for a four leaf clover.
Your luck has run out,
but that is only your fault,
you only lay and pout,
and take the assault.
You do not deserve the dreams you have,
when all the effort you put in, is only half,
So stand up and fight,
you coward,
you wimp,
for if you fail now,
you will never survive,
if you do not take that dive.

We are raised with society surrounding us,
yet we feel the need to distinguish,
in-group ourselves with the outliers,
to live with our anguish.
In doing so we gain some right,
believing that different makes us better,
rather than live in that ignorant shroud,
and stand together loud and proud.
What we don't understand is in our drive to survive,
and seem entirely different,
we ourselves have joined a society,
and with that we have fallen into proprieties.
Hot Topic,  and the slop that is gangster,
we wear to create a wall,
between us and conforming society,
who unlike us never heard the call.
The call to greatness,
the call to art,
the call to pimping,
we all had a start.
And now we sit in our ****** homes,
(trying to) make money by day ,
thinking where we went wrong.
How did I fall out with so many opportunities,
where did I fall off the wagon?

Well kid, it happened when your pants started saggin,
when you wore the black to stick out from the white,
when you refused to try because nobody "got it",
and when you were always looking for a fight.
It's easy to put the blame on someone else,
how else can you live with such dissonance?
Maybe if you had shut up and listened,
instead of dirt you would be the one who glistened.

I was young when I met you,
In a corner is where we became two.
Cowering in fear of a new home,
But you didn't realize how much you would roam.
You became my friend in so many ways,
Always agreeing, mentally giving me praise.
I traveled far into a new place,
You remained stead at my side with grace.
We conquered my fears and shed a few tears,
You were with me through many hard years.
We always would keep each other warm,
You kept me safe in the night during storms.
When you were leaving me it hurt so much,
To see you in pain, and without a crutch.
Laying on a pillow without a sound,
It was almost the end of the round.
You said goodbye to me one last time,
I thought you would end up being fine.
I came home to find you so cold,
But you taught me a lesson which was rather bold.
I love and loved you and always will,
I hope we can sit atop a nice hill.

Me sitting here,
you sitting there,
feelings between us of despair.
Awkward eye contact,
with impending doom,
tensions rise in the room.
You stand up,
I stay seated,
things are starting to get heated...
Then you stop and just walk away,
and now I must choose whether to stay,
I stay.

I'm cold,
so cold,
be my sun and shine on me,
be the energy to give me a gleam.
I'm selfish,
so selfish,
so succumb to my needs,
be my mother's ****,
comfort me and let me eat.
Now I am alive,
and you are cold,
but I still need more,
I will be so bold,
and leave you on the floor,
as my insatiable thirst for strength grows,
I will turn away and raise my nose,
for when you die it is not my fault,
you gave to much,
so take that worth a grain of salt.

Let us walk on these streets of gold,
with a Cadillac and Ferrari on the side,
no one dares to be as bold,
as those who show their money with pride.
Keep walking down the way,
until the ground turns gray,
here we find the place of life,
cut apart with a knife.
The attitudes are dim,
the people are looking slim,
for they must continue on,
working on a lawn until they are long gone.
For they visit the golden street,
not to live, but to weep,
as they work to eat,
payed with lies and deceit.
Do we notice?
Do we care?
As their children lie naked and bare.
Do we help them?
Do we feed them?
Or do we just send a prayer?

Release me from this sick reprieve,
let me submit to myself,
like the black sheep,
I am not meant to be.
Let me drown myself in envy,
allow me to erupt with hate,
let go and have me fall into myself,
which is wrought with darkness.
I do not admit the black of my free will,
nor do I shut it out,
but for me there is no magic light pill,
I just must live through this light drought.

You died,
took your life,
couldn't handle,
all the strife.
You are not weak,
but it seems,
you hit a peak.
You left your family,
you left your friends,
leaving them,
to what ends?
Now they lay,
alone at home,
while you lay,
in your tomb.
What did you think,
when you drank that bottle,
did you know you would sink,
sinking at full throttle.
What did you think,
when you tied that noose,
what did you deduce,
by causing that abuse?
And now that you are gone,
you do not see what you have caused,
you were not strong,
to at least have paused.
Think of more than yourself,
you are not just another, on a shelf.
But now you are no longer here,
and it is slowly becoming more clear,
you wiped yourself out, with growing fear.
Think of your life,
think of the strife,
think of,
your future wife.
Because once you are gone,
so are they,
you will not be the one,
who has to pay.

Here I am again,
drunk, alone, tired...
I cannot sleep,
although not due to lack of effort.
Thoughts running through my head,
skipping over my qualms,
about how much I love you,
enough to make me have sweaty palms.
Making me think of the dumb cheesy poems,
which I would write with love in my heart,
because you cause such joy for me,
but you are so far away,
I live life in solitude,
keeping the ****** at bay.
But it isn't that which tears me apart,
because I could **** anyone...
it is because of the setting sun I see ahead,
while you see the rising sun.

You let these stars fall upon you; as we accelerate to our eventual supernova,
gathering energy and heat,
which will lead to the most magnificent end,
but not before becoming a magnificent,
light.

Currently there are:
Thousands of cars zooming down the highway at breakneck speeds,
Millions of lights illuminating the dreary road,
With the power of a hundred valiant steeds,
Causing the cement to corrode and erode,
Thousands of fossil fuels burnt merely to transport other fossil fuels,
Pollutants filling the air and altering our environment,
But these are the worlds most precious jewels,
All to feel the capitalist tyrant.
But hey... At least I have air conditioning in my F150 while heading to set off Chinese fireworks while celebrating the 4th of July.
The American Dream.

Here I am just sitting with you,
looking at the sky as everything turns blue,
What should we do? What should I do?
With you.
We take a drive in your car,
we won't plan on going far,
but we are, and here we are.
A million miles away in this old, beat up car.
You've always been my pretty young wife,
yeah, sure, it caused some strife,
standing on the edge of a knife,
but isn't that the meaning of life?

Do not let me fall down into this well,
please do not let me fall,
gain the strength to save me.
Come and release me from this cell,
smash away at this wall,
come and set me free.
Please get me out of this hell,
I have been brought down to a crawl,
listen please, to my plea.
No one is able to hear me yell,
It may be my fault they did not hear the call,
or maybe I was left cast out at sea.

To lose you,
is to lose my mind.
For you are the caretaker of my sanity,
as I need my daily dose.
Of love.

Looking back on when I died,
and the things which I would hide,
I don't think that anyone cried,
on the day that I died.
The moment before my life ended,
I did not look back on my life,
as there are so many that I had offended,
as my decisions caused strife.
I cared for myself with only selfish desire,
pushing my family and friends to leave,
with my habit as a compulsory liar,
coupled with my drive to deceive.
With no one in my life to love,
leading me to live in a tomb,
hoping to be saved by someone above,
as I die here alone in this room.