The apostles say that the love of money
Is the root of all evil
And the wit George Bernard Shaw said that the lack of money  is the root of all evil
I agree with both philosophies, but I won't put any money on it.
Well if money is evil, at this point it may seem to be a necessary one.
But money changes us it seems
Whether we aim to aspire above or live beyond our means.

But I can't Speak much on money, but I can tell you this
No matter how much money you have happiness comes from love and time spent with loved ones not being materialistic

Dear Boomers
Our generation isn't entitled, or lazy
So take off those rose colored nostalgia glasses if you think I sound crazy
You dealt us this hand, not The WW2 babies or even before them
You dealt this to us and we're trying to do better, even though our hope seems slim

The fact is only profit concerned you, not the future children that would populate this earth
Now we have poison in the air, melting Ice caps, an economy that doesn't work for us, and knowing this physically hurts.
You could've spoken up and said "Wait, what will our children have to deal with? "
But you chose to get ahead by any means necessary.
And you call us entitled and spoiled because we don't think unbridled greed and crushing everyone in our path is hereditary.

So to the baby boom generation, you lit this fuse on the earth, and we're trying to put it out.
You can scoff, and say we're lazy, we should just go out and get construction jobs that aren't here, and you can try to break us down with doubt
But a storm of changes is coming, and I can guarantee you will be caught in the tide.
So laugh all you want, because into a better future is where I aim to ride

If I could be a character
In film written word or in video game
I'd have to choose the character
From which I got part of my name
Alucard, yes the Damphir son of Count Vlad Tepes
I would if I could become this powerful walking pile of vampiric unholy flesh

Now you may be wondering why?  Why would I walk down his path?
Well dear reader, I'm very glad that you asked
You see, when I think of Alucard, Castlevania I confess comes to mind.
Symphony of the night more specifically, but I'll save that game for another time.
In the game he battles against insurmountable odds, just to answer the question
Is it truly right to follow the fate to which you were destined, even at the cost of many lives?

The ceiling is black as night playfully leaps across the sky
And I stare the moon and stars in the face as I wander my mind tonight
Neandering through the broken ideas and misplaced thoughts. I start to stare longingly, and nostalgia crawls over me as I look at memories long gone. I walked away as my brain stem flooded with happiness and sadness both from the good times and the bad
I was walking aimless and bumped into my unexpressed desires and wants, and they glared at me intently, I looked back and said, today is not the day old friends, someday soon you will be brought to the forefront

Sometimes being lost in thought isn't a bad thing at all,
But I'd recommend bringing some breadcrumbs along or you may not find your way back from your walkabout

As a black guy,
No, no as a black man
I feel disheartened often
Not just by media or pressure at home
Or at the office
But by our chocolate to caramel skinned sisters at times
How?  Well allow me to describe this through rhyme.

I know we guys can be a//holes at times
But forever saying we aren't anything drills into our minds.
And if you wanna avoid a heartbreak then here's what I suggest,
Pray over it, then consider your options like an instagram or Snapchat post at best

And moving on if you complain about the selection among your ethnicity
Then get mad when we say "Enough of this" and date outside that group that doesn't make sense to me
Fact is there's a stigma around mixed relationships

If someone makes you happy, no matter what their skin color then why trip?  Let them be happy

When summer comes
I hope the sun shines bright
I hope I have lazy days out and with friends long memorable nights

I wish for finally breaking my self crafted mold
I don't want to die old crusty and alone
I hope I can find the boldness that only hot weather and small bikinis can bring

When summer comes to Chicago
I hope my city can act right
With another Stanley Cup  (hopefully!) To celebrate, I hope my summer is bright

Who am I anyway?
All I remember is jenova
And those pitiful humans
Pushing me over
The edge, but my blade shall be their salvation
I'm an angel, not one that is holy
But one that brings devastation

But the life stream will save us all
But by my blade these puny humans shall fall

Who am i?

When I'm happy
Nothing can go too bad
It's like I've got sunshine all wrapped up
In a brown paper bag

But when I'm down
I feel broken into splinters and pieces
Of **** that's not even worthy of the lowliest of dung beetles

It's a weird emotional map for me
Everyday either a rising hill or yet another deep valley
But I've cruised through both, not through
Perseverance but through faith
It wasn't easy believing, but that and my family helped keep me straight

She's got soul
And debonair
A flow to her walk, and a rhythm to her personality.
She can be cold, but still care.

She's smooth and refined
Indulgent like a well made wine
A queen in commoners clothes
Bringing light wherever she goes

She's a little loud at times
And she doesn't often speak in rhyme
But we encountered each other right on time

She changed my life, that's why I wrote these lines

Politics is easily the world's greatest circus
The only difference is the popcorn is your own
And that isn't cotton candy being spun my friends watching at home

But I usually don't discuss politics in my poems
But this election cycle is really pushing me to weigh in
Can we really just present some common sense this election?

Now, one thing a lot of candidates seem to lack is empathy
It's pathetic because if you hold public office your decisions affect the majority, not just a sect you see

But who am I voting for?
Well that's my business not yours.
Although I will say if he does get elected
We may see change by the score

We've all been there before
You find yourself cruising Down crushing ******* them road
Wanting to make that left into relationship city
You finally work up the nerve to tell them how you feel
It's not an easy feat because that requires a level of emotional detachment as well as nerves of iron infused steel

But as your spirits and heart jump into your throat
They hit you with that phrase that's more cracking to the heart than a certain "titanic" boat

"I'm not saying your not a good person, but I think we should just be friends"

Now, now there's a level of self doubt "Am i carrying myself wrong?" "Did they plan on doing this all along?" "Am i just a gateway to free food or free things?" "Is this the end of my hopes when it comes to dating?"

Now let me start this off by saying that you can date or not date whoever you want
But allow me to skewer the people that create the regular friend zone haunts.

Suspect 1. Is that ******* who has to have someone to date as well as someone to complain to
If you keep throwing water into the keel how do you expect to keep your relationship maintained?
If you have to complain to someone complain to your best friend
Not someone who wants to be in your significant other's stead


Suspect 2 is known by many names,
The player, the w-ore but all of them mean the same
This person is so insecure that they have to have attention on them all the time, maybe a bad upbringing is to blame.
But they keep giving others false hope, knowing full well their intentions
And this person can burn in hell or heck, or a super version of those places previously mentioned

Now both ladies and gents can play both of the two roles mentioned
So if you want to avoid drama among your circle, check those two who were mentioned

If I could be in love
I'd hold her close every night
I'd call her and make her smile
Just because that sight would bring happiness to my long dead eyes

I'd accept her flaws
If she was willing to live with mine
I'm not perfect but I'd to my best to prove I'm worth it
Every day and night

Now I've been alone and taken
And happy, and that also means at one point my chest cavity Felt like it was breaking
But my life, is mine and my path is what I'll choose
So all I need is someone to walk with, could it be you

If I could be an animal
I'd easily pick a dog
Why?
Well I could sniff my way out of a blinding
Fog
And I could get cuddled and hugged all day
I could also **** couches with out being called odd

I'd have green or blue eyes
And I'd be able to take dumps and *** on trees
And not be maligned or despised

Don't get my hopes up
Because that'll only lead to you getting shot down after your endorphins dope you up
My mind and chest cavity are closed up
Don't forget me
Don't forget
Don't
Get
Expectations set on anyone
That'll lead to being shot in the head
And fate pulling the trigger
Or your soul burning like ******* in ether

I could have died,
Had I not heard that song
I wouldn't be here now
Had the radio gotten it wrong

I was alone so long, a lost soul searching for somewhere or when to belong
I'd spent to far being strong,
I'd broken like an oyster with no pearl
I'd grown colder to the world

It's been half a decade since that day
So thank you radio for playing
Under the bridge that day

My city has 4 sides and those sides have millions of people with two eyes and a nose and a brain that gives them the power to decide the future and look to the past for lessons but staring in the rear view mirror will cause you to miss blessings

Why are we so in denial when we're clearly unhappy. And then we're hesitant to change,
I swear we as humans (especially me) are all kinda twisted and demented

The pressure to please
Is a CID, Creatively Induced disease
It hurts when you pour
Your heart and soul into your art
And the audience rejects it
It feels like a bullet tearing you apart

The self doubt sets in
"What did I do wrong? "
Can't they see what's within?"
"Am i losing my way? "
"Should I give up today? "

So to offset this problem be your own solution
Understand that you can't please everyone, and to try is a date with a mental institution
Just do what you love, and others will see the glow
Now when you've become great, all but you will know

I didn't go to my high school prom
I figured I'd confess that before my coffin goes across the pond
Why?  Well ill give you the 5 main reasons
The first being I didn't have anywhere near enough money to pay for everything during the season
The tuxedo, limo and tickets would've made my wallet scream TREASON

the second reason I didn't go to the star studded gatsby themed soiree
Was because I didn't ask anyone, and no one to me did the same
The third reason is exactly the same as the first
And it would be redundant to explain it in another verse

The final reason I didn't go is because to be quite frank I'm no good whatsoever at parties
And I didn't know half the people there oddly
Enough but this isn't rough to me
I'm glad I didn't go, yes seriously.

I've found my personal paradise
Where the water is so clear it hurts my eyes
And Good and bad can go totally undisguised
I can see the sunshine raining into my underwater home
And the rain breaching the waves
It's so oddly peaceful watching the droplets collapse and cry into the sea

Aquas, dear aquas, I'm so glad you were revealed to me.
The lack of oxygen could suffocate an ordinary mortal
But you gave me the strength to persevere
To live in n the water I hold so dear

The winds of change
Carried you into my life
It had gone strangely stagnant
Now I look forward to waking
At each new sunlight

The calls may be simple
But the stories and smiles nearly infinite
Well we have enough in common
So I'm cool talking every minute

It ***** that you live
Oh so far away
But hell we've created a ******* sweet bond
And that much is here to stay

What?
Where am i?
Last I recall I was at a bar?

CRACK!

i collected information in with my eyes
I looked over and saw her, 5'6 easy 128 lbs. with beautiful eyes.
I tried moving my hands but I was tied down
I looked Back at her and saw a cat of nine tails, I was in for it now.

She looked back at me and smacked my fresh from the cold thighs
It hurt but my body became even more aroused, as water grew in my eyes.
She grabbed my tie, which she left on my neck
"You're mine for tonight *******, and you'll please me if you want to live. "
"I nodded my head and she said that's what I wanted to hear"
She sat on my face, her thighs atop my ears.

She struck me again, the whip stinging and arousing me more,
"Oh you like pain do you? Well if you don't make me *** on your face then there's plenty in store"
So I ****** on her lovely ***** like my life depended on it,
She grabbed the back of my head and forced my tongue deeper inside her, and her juices fell on me

She said that's one order that you've completed for me
She let me go and took me into the shower and said "Here slave, you can **** me"
She laid back on the sink, and began to pleasure herself.
"Stroke your **** for me you worthless flea, if I see one drop of *** before I want it then this whip will serially damage your health. "

So I stuck myself inside her, and she Choked me as I slid in and out
I had to admit that she felt amazing, of that there was no doubt.
She turned the water on in the sink
And I kept going, her legs pulling me in deeper.
I came this close to finishing inside
And she pushed me off and said, "That's enough ***** for now, you have one more task to complete"

She laid me back down on the bed, and ****** me off after I fell asleep

So there's a new sign in my room
That is hope will spell out doom
For my impulsively repulsive habits.

One goal

Written on a cheap slip of paper just lying in my junk drawer.  Myself and my wallet can endure no more
I'm a money grubbing ***** yes but this ***** has changed his mind

One goal

One goal for me because I need to relearn maturity with money. I already know the days ahead will taste like bittersweet honey

One goal

It's not that I don't wanna focus
It's just that it's hard to
It's not that I don't like school
Just give me something interesting to do

It's not that I can't remember
But the memories are hard to find
It's not that I want to fail test after test
It's that there's a battle going on in my mind

Between neuron and neuron, synapse and nerve.
Each trying to tell the other which way the mind should swerve.

I saw a sign that said,
I spent all my money on scotch, women and guitars. The rest  I just wasted
My life will probably be the same way
Except knowing my luck I'll **** around and have the strings misplaced

Men never really grow up our toys just get more expensive
As a guy I can attest to this
I went from being content with action figures Legos and my N64
To guitars cars and rollerblading on the Riverwalk under the bridges

It's funny how that happens
How materialism changes how we see the world
But pursuing all the finer things
Wanting champagne wishes and caviar dreams
Makes you forget the madness that truly comprises the earth

Judging is about as pointless as a water-skiing budgerigar
Because all it does is bring people down
Turn once proud smiles into bitter sullen frowns
You never know the whole story
So why would you dismiss them, morning glory?

Take for example that homeless man out on the corner
He was a vet that served his country with pride and decorum
But when he got back home his job had been taken
By a young upstart who's boots were still shaking

His pride was shattered and his spirit was gone
So he had to move slowly along
All he could do was beg to survive
While so many people make comments and deride
My point here people is try your best to not judge another
Because you never know of that one day may be you sleeping under a bridge with no cover

Never give me money
I won't ever spend it right
Never give me money
I'm an idiot who's wallet never is wrapped tight

Never give me money
Because I have to make that frivolous purchase
Never give me money, because no matter how much I have I'll still feel worthless

Never give me money,
Because I'll end up with unpayable debt
Never give me money
Because sadness sprouted and took root in my head

Never give me money, I can't say this enough
Never give me money, even when times hey rough

for once in my life
can I do something right
can I get out of darkness
and Back into light

for once in my life
can these weeds of doubt be plucked
I hate to be a downer
but I'm growing more introverted and distant, it *****

For once in my life
Can I finally be proud of myself
Can I find something to be happy about with no help

Now I've kept you waiting long enough
Let's put this story to bed
She jumped me inside my apartment
And pleasured me, with her head
But that was just the beginning
of this afternoon of debauchery

After that I drank her womanly juices
You could hear screaming down the hall
The neighbors most definitely knew our names
My God this girl was so good in bed
It was driving me insane

So I laid her over the kitchen counter
And ravaged her with my shaft
We had opened up this Pandora's box
Of lust, there was no going back

Anyway, we laid on the floor
Both exhausted, and sexually spent
I grabbed a drink off of the counter
Because I didn't even know her name
I offered it to her and she said thank you... I'll definitely be by again

A new girl moved next door,
I helped her carry some of her boxes in
She was very nice
Little did I know what was in store
 
A few months had gone by
She was starting to settle in
One weekend, I was drawing, when I heard a spraying noise
I looked down and saw the girl
Washing her car, her attire, or lack thereof, making a lot of noise.

She looked up at me, saw me watching
She bit her lip and moved her bikinis string flossing
Teasing, and tantalizing, I slowly walked away into my room
It was kinda early but I contemplated pleasuring myself, at least before I go out this afternoon.

Right as I got up to get lotion
There was a loud knock at the entrance to my home
I answered the door and said who is it
And it was her, completely disrobed.

Wait Nero, how does the story end?

Poetry is opening old wounds
For the sake of healing another's
Poetry is recrying old tears
For the ability to wipe another's

Poetry is revisiting old exes
To help inspire a broken heart
Poetry is writing out of love even though you're alone
So that another love won't fall apart

Poetry is many things
From a hobby, to medicine, to therapy
But to me poetry is passion expressed
And the best kind of healing, one in which you create, and into it others can invest

Why can't you see
The beauty that I do
I swear you're so amazing
In all that you do

But you focus on your flaws
Scratching yourself with your own claws
But I see someone special
But you let insecurities boil like a hot kettle

Where you see weakness I see strength
Where I reach out you pull away with a feint
Where you see ugliness I see beauty
Even though you don't believe me when I say so, that you think it's my duty

It's so frustrating when someone is so special
But they can't see it?
Can you see what I see?  I hope you will, you won't regret it

I'm drunk
I'm very drunk
Not on beer or *****
Or wine or margaritas
But I'm drunk
But on what Nero?
What'd you get sloshed on?
I'll tell you
I'm drunk of a mixture of bitterness and lost hope
2/5ths of romanticism and no one to share that with
A shot of insecurity, and a tall glass of stress

I need to get sober
I'm tired of living through a constant hangover
So tomorrow I stop drinking my emotions
I'm throwing that bottle into the ocean

The greatest love
Comes from the deepest heartbreak
The greatest trust
Derives from the bite of the harshest snake

The wisest people
Were forged by the dumbest mistakes
And the greatest leaders
Know what it means to hold that place

These are just observations
From a poetic inclined mind
I know many works are like this
But this one is special, for its mine

The brightest days
Are after the heaviest rains
The greatest pleasures
Are after the greatest pains

The funniest laughs
Follow the most passionate tears
True moments of courage
Follow the deepest fears

Life's funny, you know?
When it's dark and suddenly good comes to the light
One thing that I'm proud to show
Is that I made it through the wilderness, and I'm feeling all right

Valentine's us nearly upon us
So when that romantic day dawns
I'm going to be at the movies
Munching on popcorn
Why?  Deadpool is out that same day
And since I'm by myself again this year
I can trot myself to the movies without fear.

Now I wrote once about how St. Valentine was a *******
I've changed my opinion due to this recent marketing blitz
He didn't like pain, he created a cheapening industry
So he wasn't a ***** fellow, he was simply plain greedy.

But in conclusion, you shouldn't wait till the 14th to show that you care
Show every chance you get or they'll no longer be there

You know I haven't written about looking at myself loathing what I see but is been weighing on my frontal lobe so I'm gonna write this outta me
I've been through to much to feel this way again
I refuse to give up I need to grow up and be strong, if not for me then my family and friends
But then maybe I've been strong for too long
All humans need time to breathe that sigh of relief from not having to fight any longer
But I've taken loss after loss and fallen down and each time I've gotten up I was hurt, but stronger
This throng of self doubt and disappointment hurts me to even talk about every time I seem to build confidence I get crushed by second guessing and doubt without my friends I don't even think I'd be here right now
So thank you all
I love you
And now pen, take your bow

Why is it that reheated fries are so disappointing
Why is it that everybody I like lives so far from my home, *****?

Why do the good die young, why are the evil immortalized
Why does the sun go down, because I can't sleep at night

Why is it that if a bunch of people like something, it's automatically overrated
Why is it that common sense is so rare, but stupidity is hotly debated

I guess
I've been feeling listless
Physically I'm well
But I'm far from my best
I really want some excitement
But I don't know where to find it
I'm in a life based rut
But
I'm breathing, healthy and strong
And I know this slowdown won't last for long

So I was hanging with my friends the other day
We were on a sledding hill where we talked and sat
I stood up for a second and one of them said,
How'd you get those marks on your back?

So i sat down again and indulged them,
I regaled to them this very ****** tale
It all started in my living room on a cold winters night
I know that description is stale

So It was hockey night in my house,
At the time no one was home
When I heard a loud knock at my door
I wasn't for long alone

A lovely girl I've known for a little while
Red hair, cute dimples and brown eyes
I invited her in and we began to eat
After we were finished I returned to my hockey night,

I was focused on the game, but she got my attention
I was wearing loose lounge pants, I failed to mention,
She took my member out, and played with it teasing
At this night it was her I would be pleasing

We started off on the couch, kissing each other, on my crotch she began to grind
I bit her lip and ****** on her neck
I was lust drunk and she was my wine

She slid my pants off of my body,
and she looked me dead in the eyes
She said "This here, is mine for tonight, and right now I'm going to ride"

She was so warm and so wet, it almost drove me crazy,
She bounced on me slow and then slightly faster,
She was definitely far from lazy

I was getting more and more excited, she wanted me to take control,
So we moved onto the floor
And I slid myself in and gave her *** from my heart and soul

But alas all good things must come to an end
Even great *** cannot last
So she rode me again, *******
And I released all over her tight ***

I guess that's the way
You didn't want me to stay
The way love goes
I don't wanna play

I guess that's why
So many write thoughts while they cry
I guess that's the way love seems to fly
You left me yes, but maybe one day I'll see another side

Me and dixie
Made it into the swamp
How did we get into a patch
Of bramble pads and cannon barrels
We're so far from home
In Kremling Territory all alone
But though the challenge is increasing
We'll fight on through the day and night
K. Rool won't take donkey Kong,
Not without a fight

I'm so glad I was a kid
Before social media Took over
Because now it seems like people love going viral
Using any means to get over

I mean I'm 19 and I figured out faster
That anything you post up won't go away, not now or ever and you can't fix a child's pride with plaster

Now I'm not saying don't be strict with your kids
But keep discipline where it's supposed to be,  BEHIND CLOSED DOORS if you don't want them behind bars doing a bid

I hate reading articles about 13 year old girls ending their lives
Because their parents felt the need to document a bad day inside the home for the world to see

There was love here
There was affection here
There wasn't any regret
There wasn't any fear

There was hope
There was strength
There was vigor

There's anxiety
There's some pain
There was sunshine
Now there's rain

But there will be happiness
There will be a smile again
There were scars once
But those wounds will heal again

Walking into the woods
I stared at giant redwood trees
The leaves being crushed under my feet
I sat beside the wise tree and looked up into the moon
Listening to the cries of overhead flying loons
The silence was a sound itself, it was strange to hear myself think for once
I sat there reading and thinking until down went the sun,
I got up and left my small haven in the woods, returning to My meager shelter
Torches ablaze as I returned home
It calmed my inner helter-skelter

Lust is craving
The flesh of another
Lust is desiring
a late night lover

Lust is grinding and biting
And soaking covers
Lust Is moaning and begging
For the moon never to go under

Lust is powerful,
It's the mortals kryptonite
Lust has driven the best of us to madness
All over the experience of one night

Lust is desire,
expressed through the body
Lust is wanton sin that the devil
Wouldn't relish in
Lust is... this night

This close to giving up on what could be because it feels like I'm burying myself at wounded knee
You see I've liked and lived and galen in love
But to try to pursue someone and the feeling not being reciprocating is exhausting
Sorry I like you I guess it's my fault for your name causing dopamine release in my brain
You drive me insane but I keep running back to you
You can see through me but you can't see what I'd attack for you

So I'm this close to giving up
But something keeps telling me to be patient
Well doctor, I'm already under anesthesia
So cut me open, I'm very complacent

Heart for sale

Condition:

Fatigued, has visible scars and marks from where the tears fell down
But somehow brings up a smile from the deepest of frowns

It was new 19 years ago but has slowly but surely began to grow cold
It shows sparks of warmth occasionally but it dims more due to this cruel world

Asking price: something or someone worth investing in

Are you sleeping
Or are you dreaming
Because to me there is a distinction
Between to similar states of being

Simply sleeping will produce no wonder
No creativity or interest for the poet to plunder
But dreaming, dreaming is a powerful state
In which the human mind can do the most amazing thing, create

So are you sleeping, or are you dreaming?
Don't search too hard for an answer
If you're dreaming, capture those elusive thoughts
They move quicker than the tiniest dancer

Since I see a lot of posts about us
I'm gonna spell it out for those that doubt us
So a lot of people think that material things
Are equivalent to the joy that a person can bring

Oh so I'm supposed to have a car a house and two jobs,
But all you can offer me is nothing but a bad attitude and sporadically slobbing my
****.

So I'm supposed to have an entire kingdom at my disposal
But all you bring to the table is nothing but a wallet that's an empty oval

My point is people, is don't flatter yourself
If you can't meet your own standards, you better put finding love on the shelf

How are you feeling Nero?
Oh I'm okay
Because whenever people ask me that question
That and just plain Meh are all
I can say
Some days I feel just off color
Like Romeo without his lover
It might be the weather
But I feel about as competent sometimes
As a really cold sweater

Insomnia isn't helping matters
Lack of sleep is driving me about as nuts as as a lost sheep
Thankfully I'm over my phase of self loathing
Like radio heads creep
But I'm in another transitional period
But what this is for eludes me