The hardest people to love arent just those who have had their hearts broken
Or worse their innocence stolen
More than that it's those people who dont have confidence after being shot down so much
Getting browbeaten and your bravado shattered is a pretty heady crutch
Being crushed by insecurities makes one difficult to accept someone's affections, you see

Now there's also those afraid of commitment,
Although if you asked them they're scared to admit it
Deep down they still harbor resentment
But you have to let that ship sail on to where it's supposed to go, even if it isnt easy to watch the water carry it away

If life is a sea then I'm stuck in the ghost ship of thoughts and ideas 
Painting with my words hoping to not slip overboard into the tidal waves of insanity crashes and bangs keep sounding 
The boom of thunder in my ears louder than it should be...
So I paint my words upon the ship of ghosts
Because the ship plays host to my demons I feelings I summon from within to paint these words that appeared from my pen
In fear ful warning I beg tor you to turn back from boarding the ghost ship
The ghost ship has a sign above the door it says
"Abandon hope all ye that have a sound mind"

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

Girl, you're my muse
if my creativity was dynamite
then you're the match that lit the fuse
I know I'm not perfect but I'll always try so I won't lose
this perfect entity that looks so heavenly
Girl it's so obvious we're meant to be
essentially what I'm saying is I've lost my heart to you
I've been tricked by cupid before but now I know it's true
it's like my heart is the zoo and you're the animals within
like your my Sherlock Holmes, and I'm your Watson

you got me going crazier than the joker and Harley Quinn
but don't take this lightly, it's like you destroyed all the cold walls I built up within

My heads going ones way
My soul another
My mind and body are going another way
And my wallet still another

I think i know what its like
To be executed by wild horses
I'm being pulled apart at the seams
Like a college kid trying to make good on some dreams

Poems are my own way of coming clean,
To myself and to those that read,
So id advise gathering some mulled mead
Because i have a desire to talk
because my soul and spirit arent united

I used to be on one accord now I'm more all over the place like an improper progression of chords
I dont know where or what to do or how to go
Can someone lead me? Please...

If i ruled the world id have hockey games settle evry dispute now that may not seem cute but if all that passion by politicians is displayed on the ice then we might not be in needless disputes
If you're rude to me if i was emperor you see id not be cruel and force you to eat nothing but bread and gruel id simply have you put out of your misery because you're clearly a loon
Now you may not like every whim and policy but i promise id try to come off as endearing I'll kiss babies and give to charity and explain my thoughts with the utmost clarity and maybe go on Larry King

But all punchlines aside if i ruled the world and everything in it id make it so we treated addicts like humans not vermin and remain sane to help the insane and truamatized because so many people suffer behind their eyes and
I'd decide to abolish money so greed wouldn't decide the fates of those out here in these streets
Id make it so we gave back to the earth so much that weve taken from it and actually do things that benefit the environment not **** wildlife

I like being by myself
There are times when I require no help,
But when it comes to trying to find someone to share life's wealth
I keep being shot down, like a ninja that ***** at stealth.

The only girls that have stood by my side and lived with my crazy hide
Are my headphones and guitars because they never judge or deride,

My guitars cry, scream, laugh, yell, and talk for me when I don't have any words
My headphones give me insight on this crazy *** world we live with.

So maybe I'm not perfect, maybe I'm a big music nerd
Maybe the notes played by an artist show me more love than an extra drunk dove

Maybe I had the perfect girl right beside me the whole time
Or rather in my pocket, whichever you find.

But while my spirit is filed to bursting my heart and flesh grow grey and bleak
Now I know what they mean when the spirit is willing but the flesh weak

I've never known the kiss of soft lips, a warm heart beating in sync with mine,
I'd give anything to experience this, that elusive feeling so divine.
It doesn't help that the majority of my friends know this to well, what is it? What can I never seem to find?

Theres a rose in the garden that's been through a storm
Its hurt and small now but it seems so worn
Its gone through the wringer but still it stands
Exciting no one it makes no demands but it
Amazes me how to this day
One little rose can turn no one away.

I want you
this lust is eating me alive
I want to drink your body in
because you send chills up my spine

I want you
So bad i can barely stand up
is taking a lot of self restraint
to stop myself from burying my face in your womanly cup

I want you
you're such a tease biting your lip
getting everybody excited with ease
its so scintillating how your hourglass figure is so titillating


I want you.....
but you're on an adult website!

this is the tale of my good friend Hugh
who was once so ***** he didn't know what to do
he tried watching videos on dubious websites
but even that couldn't satisfy his ****** appetite.

So one day he was pondering what he should try
to get rid of this libido he was creating the poor guy
So he picked up a phonebook and dialed a number
"I hate to do this, but I have to put this problem under!"

35 minutes later he started to simmer and stew
until there was a knock at the door, and up jumped Hugh
There at the door was a curvaceous female
he could barely speak he just started to stare

In she walked and off came her clothes
she was wearing nothing, but she looked hotter than melted gold
He immediately jumped in and they made sweet love
so loud the screams were heard by doves

So remember folks if your like Hugh
and so ***** you don't know what to do
just take a peek at the classified section
and you can absolve your Hugh G Rection

When you get home,
I hope you know
I've noticed you've been stressed out lately
I intend to correct that posthaste

I've got your favorite on the table
waiting for you to eat up
I said no to hanging with my guys
so tonight my attention is all yours

I laid roses out for you
remember? Like our first date?
I hope you think of that night
with every step you take

I put on some music
lit the candles that you love so much
those weird minty ones I think
I just want you relaxed tonight, right before we make love

I hope you liked those pics I sent
I know you like when I model for you
just know that all of this is waiting for my queen to take her throne
all for you, when you get home

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

You're a Fine Girl
In a cruel world
You have to be strong like steel
But soft like a cat that's curled
Independent and a maverick
But wise in this world

I'll say it again, you're a Fine Girl.
You're a multifaceted treasure
Of infinite worth
It's hard putting these qualities down
Into rhyming verse
But I can sum it up justly
By saying once again
That you're a Fine Girl, throughout life, until the end

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

First I'd like to say Merry Christmas
Happy Hannukah, And Kwanzaa, and happy New year, this time I wanna do something different
Or, if you will, present a twistmas to the happy holiday of Christmas.

See, I'm from the isle of misfit toys
yes it's real, I wouldn't lie Girls and boys
So this year on this holiday
all the misfits like us should be praised instead of betrayed today

So give to those people out in the streets
beside the beleaguered believers of the salvation army
to those people outside just looking for change
give to them too. time, money, whatever you can spare on the brain

And to the quiet kid in school who has trouble at home
invite them over for dinner, don't make them feel alone

This is Christmas, the happiest time of the year
but I'd like to present a twistmas, so that all are held dear.

I walked to her and looked in her eyes 
Not a part of her I would despise
Passed my hands through her arms
Every part of her brought charms
Kissed her lips furiously
Her body responded curiously

That sultry voice rang into my ear
Not yet, wait until we get home my dear
I let her go and said 
Alright lead the way
We got into a cab
It took us to an apartment
We kept kissing and teasing on the way
Two ***** kids trapped in a train compartment


We got home, she was beautiful
I kissed her making moans lyrical
We got up into the house
Our moans would be really loud
I pushed her to the bed and bit her lip
Giving me a next step tip
She took of the shirt and bra
Looking like a pornstar
I lay on top of her 
How magical In this we were

She looked me dead in the eyes
And nipped at my hat
Come on copper, frisk me, I know you can do that! 
I took off my shirt and caressed her gentle curves
But I think my constant teasing was getting on her nerves 
She took control of the situation, rolling me onto the bed

She put her hands on my hard member
A step I will always remember
Opened my pants kissing my lips
My hands on her hips
She fought my tong with hers
Like a he mouth was a *** curse

It was crazy how quick she got what she wanted,
She threw my badge out on the floor still in my wallet
She stroked my member slowly, but with a firm grip
All the while enticing me with those swaying hips

All of sudden she leads me too her table 
She lays me on it to **** me, and I'm willing and able
She's bouncing on top of me, both of us moaning for more
She ***** out my release And we both lay in bed
Dragging on a menthol
Each wanting more, we silently begged

Losing Hope
Isn't freedom
It's just another bond
Placed onto the soul
It may seem easy
To wallow in deep dank sorrow
But that will only break you faster
Truly, the greatest in human history
Rested, breathed away from the situation
But then fought right back against their trials
Or as cave Johnson put it, they demanded
To not stay down because of life, but to see and speak to life's management

So like I said, losing Hope isn't freedom
Losing Hope is another whip to the back
Remaining steadfast is freedom
Though your nights may be dark and your days be black

If God loves us then why do so many young and loved ones have to die?
And if good loves us why do people want, destroy others and cry?
If God loves us then why is the world rife with pain?
If he loves us then why do these things happen? It's driving me insane!

Now I'm far from a rocket scientist, but I do belive the answer to these questions is
That if the world didn't have needs, then we wouldn't need a God
Now I know that that answer does seem kind of odd
But I believe that terrible tragedies happen so we stubborn humans would actually call on his name
Because we love to pray when rain clouds come over our lives but not when the weather is calm and tame

You know its raining outside,
Right?
Yes thats true, but we're warm
And safe inside.
Well the power's gone out, and we have no
Lights
So what are we going to do for the rest of this stormy night?
We're going to listen to the crying skies
Slam and crash against the window panes
And we may just make love, so much so that it may drive us both insane.

Don't read this
I warn you
You might be able to relate too well to this

Huh still here are you
Alright I guess I'll have to go on then
My friend, my advice is simple

Never date a poet

Unless you want to be endlessly romanticized
To be able too see nothing but a torn form of affection for you and writing in the eyes

If you don't want the burden of being a never ceasing muse
Being paired with someone who's hearts taken all kinds of abuse

And if you abhor not talking, but constant wordings about what's truly on the brain
Then for the love of God don't do it,  it'll drive you insane

So please, unless you want these things and aren't afraid to show it.

Then don't,  Just don't date a poet

Where will I go
I just don't know
I'm in a pretty dark place
In my own mental space
It's strange to me
Most definitely
How can I explain
This invisible pain
Self doubt is a crippling
Burden that has rippling
Effects on the mind
I've tried to leave it behind
And refocus on the daily grind
I don't have a job
I keep getting cracked like a ****
I feel like a decadent slob
But I must go on
A brighter day will come it won't be long.
So where will I go
I just don't know
I might end up anywhere,
Maybe Mexico
But when I find
My peace of mind
I'll keep it for the end of time.

"Of all the Charlie brown's, you're the Charlie Browniest"
Anybody remember that quote?
You know from the Charlie Brown christmas special
I think lucy said that after he Brought in that tree that was broken down and busted

Well, I'm thinking christmas is kinda about that tree,
It was broken down and puny,  but there was beauty in its simplicity

it's human nature I suppose
to place concrete over a rose
to put yourself ahead of all those
that require help from us all
so that we as a society don't fall
and crumble away
like a dancers plie'
or a bad fish filet
the point is we'll all due to die one day
just be sure to make someone smile before then, okay?

If we date
You can't touch my phone
I like my privacy and if you can't respect that then honestly you can leave me the hell alone.
Why do people assume if I don't let you access my social networks and a my electronic devices
That I'm being unfaithful when left to my own devices? 

If we date
Then I'm going to have days when I'll spend time with my friends
Not because I don't like spending time with you but because I need space to breathe and rediscover those spaces in me that I haven't given to you

The problem with being strong is no aids you when your weak
the problem with being small is people always attack the meek

the flaw in being ambitious is you won't have many friends
the flaw in having no hustle is your monetary troubles won't end

The trade off in being quiet is no one will care what you say
the trade off in being a perfectionist only occurs in one bad day

What you give up when you love too much is the curse of the good hearted,
because when you love so much abd they leave you, your mind sinks into places uncharted

It seems sometimes you can't win for losing,
in this crazy thing we call life,
however I didn't mention being a poet,
you'll always win putting feelings into rhyme ;)

Heartless is what I've become
thanks to you
a ******* that cares about no one
is what you drove me away from you

I thought my emotions have me strength
my feelings a super power
now I see people will go to any length
to crush them into a powder

So my feelings are dead in the back seat
along with my happy go lucky self
they've only brought me pain and defeat
so I place them permanently on the shelf

The only thing that matters now
is chasing down my dreams
I'd say you'll miss me when I'm gone
but you don't care it seems

So sayonara human feelings
you put up an admirable fight
but love never got thru the glass ceiling
and only betrayed me at dawn's light

Darling I see you staring it is our first night I see hints of worry in eyes
Just take my hand and lets start it slow
Let me kiss you on those lovely lips of yours I'll be gentle with you this you should know I can tell the movies boring you so let's find something fun to do
Your kiss is has sweet and gentle has you
With your words the conversation is no longer dull 
I've something fun to do and I do believe that thing to do is you
Oh really? Did I awaken your inner minx? Methinks this night shall be entertaining and I can see your wetter than a nice cool drink
Can't you tell in my eyes 
By the moves of body 
 I want you here and now
I think I should turn this movie off, I can look and tell you're nice n soft
Dear turn off the movie and dim the lights 
Let's slip under this covers and just indulge
Thoughts of you and warm embrace going through my head
Excuse me for a moment I won't be too long I wanna make the night special is that so wrong?
Take your time my dear there is nothing wrong that I will wait here for short return
Okay honey I'm back I'll light some candles for us, go ahead and lay comfortably on your back while I kiss on your neck, let's make this a night well never forget
This is a night I could never forget our first night together under the blanket with your body moving with mine
I'm on top of you now. Your eyes bouncing off of the candlelight and kissing you softly if this is wrong I don't wanna be right
Pure bliss in this moment nothing is more right then now
Honey I think we're too dressed shall we derobe each other? I wouldn't want anybody ******* me but my lover
Darling there is far to much between us let's shed this clothes
So I'll help you get your shirt off if you help with mine good Lord dear you look Devine

Dear Grandma, I know you're smiling down on all of us
We Miss You Miss Houston, because you cared so much for us
You were our nurse, our denmother and our friend
I was a baby when you went home,
but in our hearts you still live
and though you have been gone for years, I can still call my dad for stories if you don't mind.
I hate that cancer took you from us, but it was for the best,
God Needed one of his angels back, so he took one of the best

I've been stuck in a rut
And sweet Jesus it *****
Like getting a ladybug shoved up your ****

I keep pulling rhymes out of my ***
Simply because my brain is made of glass
I usually write with more bite and sass

I'll be out of this rut one day soon
Maybe my poems will hit a huge boom
Or maybe I should leave my room?

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

They say the mind bends to deal with the challenges one faces in life...
In this case my mind and cxck were bent to her.. although I knew she was someone's wife
It was deeper than a soul connection. Something darker not pure
Was it love?.... Lust?.. I just wasn't sure
It went deep and strong resonating within. I lost all control just seeing him
I guess I should tell you about her... She's a nurse at the home I'm RELAXING IN! She's always very kind to me... I'm not sure where to begin... I remember when we met.. it was like yesterday
It was a warm summer's evening... And into my room she swayed
I came walking in and there he was. Sitting to the side with demons behind his eyes. It all started there this inexplicable feeling. The sight of his green hair sent my heart reeling.
I laughed at this slender nurse.. blonde hair just as I always cared for
"They say your first time you never forget I'll make it memorable, are you familiar with my lore?"
His laugh, oh his laugh it drew me in closer. He enticed me, he lured me as he wove his sweet tale.

I told her one of my many stories
I can't really remember my past
But Lord how she drew me in with that enticing figure behind the class

His past was confusing twisted and dark. But we all have our secrets that with we cannot part. It was insanity with lust that took over just then. When I asked him to stay AMD let him within.
I looked in surprise "Arent you not supposed to interact with the inmates?"
"Yes but no" I said in reply. "There is something about you I cannot deny."
Turning on the old charm I replied "Well we do have some more time together... Let's explore our twisted minds!"
There we stayed together breaking the rules. We laughed in hysteria like two crazy fools.
I laughed and for the first time I was sad leaving therapy


What we had shared was in rarity. Being without him ripped me of clarity. I hatched a wicked plan my win twisted fantasy
It's a crazy ambition by crazy minds...
But an accomplishable one I'm sure you'll find
I was transferred to solitary after a situation in the lunch room
I just carved a guys eyes out, was that really worth putting me in a padded room?
When I walked into therapy he wasn't insight .
That's when Iearned of his terrible plight. Madness and hysteria came from within. This couldn't be happening no not to him.
I searched and I searched but he couldn't be found. But I heard the most beautiful sound. His manical laugh shook the walls. It's reverberation carried me down the halls.
She walked into the room and saw me in my strait jacket
Her body so clean.. ugh I just had to have it
I was already crazy before I met this girl
Now this... This was twisting my world
This girl, so calm, yet confident in her approach
Clearly figured me out quicker than most
I don't remember my past but I knew she'd be in my future
Right here And now, I had to make love to her
Somehow, some way she got what I was getting at,
She helped me out of my cloth prison, the filthy straitjacket
After getting out of my jacket I walked over and kicked the door
After taking off our clothes I pinned her to the floor
"Now I know your a doctor but I have my own medicine to prescribe"
"Oh please Mr J! Take me like a bride!"
So I ****** a nurse in the padded cell wing
 And she broke me out of the asylum from within
"What's your name dear nurse?"
"Call me.. Harley Quinn!"

So I landed my dream job
Interning at a TV station
I was there for about a good two weeks
Before I ended up in this situation

I was cleaning off the cameras
When the news lady asked for my name
Jean  she said hers was
I replied with mine and she so nicely
Welcomed me in, deadening my nervous buzz.

Anyway one Friday nighy
I was helping close down that day
As I turned off the cameras
I noticed robin In her office, with a strange look on her face

We locked eyes for a brief moment, and I realized what was creating that look on her face
Her hands were underneath her desk, a triangle they slowly traced

I caught myself and tried to refocus on my job
But blood began to rush south
I tried to think with my head instead of my ****
But suddenly i heard my name called out.

I walked tentatively inside the office, naturally very shy,
She ripped my jeans off and pushed me onto her desk
And my C_ck she began to ride

After 20 minutes of relentless ***
She said she needed to get over her ex
I got up and put my clothes on
She said she'd get me a permanent job here
As long as I kept ******* her, "come on." she said, "it'll be fun"

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

I lost it
I think I've finally lost my edge
there are next to no
****** thoughts
running through my head

I can't envision touching on her spots so gently but firmly
holding her tight while she squirmed on excitement
kissing on her neck and biting like that which is my namesake,
I need my edge back, what's it going to take

I can't picture grinding on her hot exposed flesh kissing down her slowly to the area where pleasure rests
licking her bowl slowly savoring every drop like a kid in a candy shop
I'm lost here, I need to really sit and collect my thoughts

I'm losing sight of making passionate love to her allow through the night thrusting deep between her walls like a dark dark knight
bringing each other to life with every moan and squeeze
until that final moment of sweet release

wait... I think I still got it ;)

So who's names can I drop
obviously some people that mean a lot
So let's start by thanking all those people that read what I have to say
because without this great community
I may not be here today

Natasha ML my personal diary and friend
We've written together and told each other everything, all the dirt aired out
That's how you know were closer than most friends

Midnight Writer my sister,
one of those people I can tell anything to
I swear *****, if I didn't bounce stuff off of you I wouldn't know what to do

Renmar, Dash, Doc, Blue Star and cashby,
even when I was ******* about pitiful ****
You were supportive and didn't laugh at me

So thank you all for being here, reading my stuff and supporting me on this crazy Unpredictable journey we call life
I'll always do my best to provide something interesting when I read and write :)

Like that classic hit by Marvin Gaye
I have a story for you guys and gals today
One question you can ask, is how do you mend a broken heart?
How can you fix it when the world you two have created is falling apart

Anyway lemme finish with my tale
It was over a warm summer, the bane of the pale
I was young, wilder, and very streetwise
Little did I know I was dating a snake in disguise
We walked in the park, happy arm in arm

I kissed her cheek softly, like she was my good luck charm,
I said to her "babe I'm gonna be doing the show for flattes and sharpes,
It's a music store that's very very close to my heart

So I threw myself into rehearsals, playing guitar and contributing vocals to another man
Little did I know all the while she was giving something else to another man
I kept in touch with her the best that I could
But she always kept hanging around with the boys in the hood

Show night arrives and I'm nervous naturally
I texted her and she calmed me down actually
I didn't feel a change in her attitude, at least not drastically
I turned off my phone and played both sets
The Show ends and I wake up to an amazing text!
A picture of my girl laying on top of another guy, 
I couldn't help it when I got home i just broke down and cried

But thru that betrayal, from the womb of that pain
Came my list for befriending vowels and blending words now lodged in my brain
Essentially the reason that I write poetry,
Is because a girl cheated on me

February 14th
the most overrated day
all cards and candy.
so ******* cliche.
but big companies love it
they think it's the ****
turning a simple day about love into
buy me this! buy me this!

******* hallmark and Hershey and flowers.com
and Vicks Secret think all the money is the bomb
but still we shell out millions and break our collars
only 85% of the time is there sincerity behind the dollars

Love is beautiful, it should be celebrated daily, not once a year
Everyday you should show you care not just so they'll find something **** to wear
so **** Valentine's, **** hallmark, **** cards and candy,
and if I'm single forever for saying this, well that's fine and dandy

This is the next movement a new notebook a new feeling some spoken word smooth **** for everybody to vibe and groove with
First allow me to reintroduce myself my name is Neroamee Alucard despite the name if I played football I'd need a c$ck guard
My heart is hard due to pain and rain weighing on Me like an anvil on my brain. My mind is icy like Mr. Freeze with ease I displease myself and defeat all these toy emcees
Gears are grinding like a slow jam let me run this poetic program enough of my sappy bland ******* I gotta speak my mind in rhyme so if you've ever had depression or thought of suicide then pay close attention to this line
It sounds cliche but it's always darkest before the break of day so it may be bad and cold right now but it gets better my friend so put that knife down don't let your story end

Twas the night before Christmas
and all thru the house,
not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse

The Stockings were, up and the Chimney was swept,
The kids are in bed, snoozing, with presents abd candy swimming in their heads

Mom and dad are in the master bedroom
Mom wakes up, she gets some water, quick to sleep soon.
but suddenly a bump rang out on the roof
which sounded like a certain 175 pound hoof

Mom remained silent, she didn't know what to do
Suddenly a bag slammed with a thud, at the entrance to the flue
She was frozen in excitement, SANTA VISTING MY HOUSE?!* she really was shaken, like a broke Mickey mouse.

Santa came into the room, his good nature almost visible
"Don't be afraid, dear lady I've come bringing joy and even though you have kids you still get a toy!"
"But I'm 36 what could I possibly miss? I had dolls, a wagon, unless there's something else I forget!"

Santa looked at her and gave a grin,
"Ma'am, my elves out in the field learn all things kept within"
At this she looked intrigued, what could Santa mean?
That's when she blushed red, but on the inside she felt green,
she felt her clothes ripping off at the seams

Santa gave a grin, almost looking insane,
now here's your gift ma'am, your own personal candy cane!

Now ifyou're a fan of South park you may know where I'm going with this
Because out of over 700 million people in the country we narrowed it down to a ****** and a **** Sandwich
Now I get that we're all human and as such we can agree and disagree
Or not have an opinion on whatever we please
But I'll be a monkeys uncle, ah heck I'll be a knight before his opponent on bended knee
Before I warm up to either candidate genuinely
I think this is a sign that we should consider erasing the two party divide
Because with our current setup we leave a lot of people discombobulated and disenfranchised

So I guess we're stuck between a ****** and a **** Sandwich
Now who is who? That I'll let you decide on like being stuck between Harvard and Cambridge

Ever have a browser open
With many different tabs?
Its a slippery *****
From one tab needed,
To about 20 for no reason
Some only open for a second
Taking up more bandwidth than the
Christmas season
It's like when it slows down, your computer
Is committing the high act of treason
Bleeding onto the overstimulated neurons
That occupy your mind with things so frivolous
And then you see..

The holes in your thoughts and logic creeping and creaking, closer to falling apart
Like listening to someone with a perpetually broken heart
Speak about love purer than the whitest dove
And how they'll never fall apart...

That's what my brain is like
Ive long since given up the fight...

A feathered knight
Clad in windy armour
A tornado as a weapon
Eyes are cold and grey
Emotionally, and difficulty is deceptive
Storm Eagle, you fly above the teary eyed clouds

Fly on Eagle, Fly on

It's exhausting feigning happiness
More energy efficient to show apathy
Especially in my case when you can end an otherwise normal birthday feeling crappily
I appreciate all the love and good wishes
And my friends that post jokes that leave me in stitches
But all the laughter, fond reminiscing and talking merrily
Can't do much to stop myself from looking inside and seeing nothing there, and feeling empty
All the drinks in the world can't cure this longing for something or someone
To kick-start my heart like motley crue, and help me find purpose under the sun

Let's take a look at the band
it's the ladies that  they're after
but I'll bet you didn't know
that guitarists finger faster.

Sure the singer's good with the tongue
and the drummer has rhythm mastered
the bass player always slaps the g string
but guitarists finger faster

My Girlfriend and I laid together
on her soft warm bed
little did we know what blazing passion
soon laid ahead

She said "Babe can you play me something? I had a very bad day
I kissed her cheek and with a voice so Meek I said lovingly "Okay".

I walked across the room
picked up my six string acoustic
I sat on the bed and played Stand By me, because I knew my girlfriend knew this.

She said "Babe, I wanna hear something exciting"
As I slowly came to a stop.
I picked it up again, and played one of my favorites, miserlou, by the king of surf rock.

As I played I looked at my lady
sitting across from me on the bed
she was grinning from ear to ear
and her thighs were sensually spread.

I laughed softly and stopped playing
and put my six string down
I got on top her warm body and said
looks like your my instrument now

I kissed her warm sweet lips
and looked into those come hither eyes
I slowly bit on her neck sliding
my hand between her thighs

I kissed her again, growling softly
As I ran my fingers between her hips
I slid my finger up and down
slowly upon her c/it

She said "Baby make me scream I want you to be my master
I kissed her once again and said
"Guitarists Finger faster"

With that etched onto her brain
I slid my fingers inside
slowly, but firmly I wanted her
to enjoy the ride

I started to let my hand pick up speed
Middle and ring don't fail me now
I blocked out all sound but I could tell
my hand should take a bow

I slid my fingers back outside
and put them to her lips
I licked them too and said
"Hmm your pxssy seems like a tasty dish"

You may see a hodgepodge of wood electronics and strings
But to my eyes it's disguised as a beautiful wonderful thing,
I'm not sure what made me want to play but when I got one I found more than my voice that day,
They don't talk back they talk for me
They don't scream at me or nag, they scream my lungs out for me
Now I'm nowhere near any of the greats
But that's my brush with which I create

Wake up
get my weight up
walk to the kitchen, okay my meds ain't up,
What's this?
another nervous tick, shxt! I hope I can learn to deal with this.
Head twinging I think I better lay back down
Again? I feel like I'm an ostrich against my head in the ground
Wake up from my unintended nap
Now i feel a little bit better but my headache is whipping my a$$
Now this isn't a normal day for most
Forgive me for being a poor host
But my brain, because of my condition can haunt me and torture me like an unwanted ghost.
You see, I suffer from a disease called epilepsy
I'm not whining about it I've learned to carry this burden,
but people always asking "what's it like" is tedious like butter churning.

So I'm standing at the lake
watching the waves crash and roll away
listening to the sounds of nature
caress my ears
like I've always been here everyday through the years

I'm crying out tears
Tortured by my gift
every blow cuts deeper
then most who can roll with it

but tis the curse of the Poet
to be sensitive when life is tough
to take heartbreak more personally
than those who claim to be tough

Dear twin,
I know you've been going struggles from without and within
but we all go through pain
it's what balances the sun with the rain
Your an amazing person
you have so much to give the world
I'd hate to see you waste that potential on some ******* who didn't know how to treat a girl.
I'm not saying I'm better in fact i know I've done worse
but it breaks my heart to know it's you that's so horribly cursed
Your my twin and I'll stick by you to the end
You've gone through some **** before.
Now rise like the dark knight sis, your superhero story begins.

I woke up to a stranger
standing over me in a bed
I knew she was **** but I felt in danger
as she tilted her soft sweet head.

The night before flashed into my mind
in one giant head throbbing pulse
we were drunk that much I gathered
but I looked and noticed, your clothes all on the floor they scattered.

Apparently we made love last night
we exploded with furious passion
I woke up and didn't even know your name
I'm still wondering how this happened

I noticed I was handcuffed to the posts
of your sturdy, paisley bed.
whip in hand I was yours too command
I was your personal ****** soldier.

;)

I often drift and wonder why hip hop isn't music in other people's eyes
Its despised because they can't relate to what's played on the wax or on stage
These bars are straight from our heart to the page
Then delivery from the vocal chords to the mic in the booth and then we drop the album and pay our dues
Like DJ Clue mixing up the tapes for those trying to make it off of pen play and rhyme
I find when you're new money with an old soul you're less despised, but despite the critcism of the science of lyricism hip hop will always be unique, for there are many genres of music but hip hop truly is the poetry of the streets