Where'd you come from?
where are you going?
tell me lover,
are you lonely
the seas are cruel
as time go by
the waves roll and crash
on an infinite time
maybe a parallel place
where we go to meditate
is where you've come from
the east or west
show no restraint
from blowing us away in a Boeing
to being so gentle and dear
Like mothers milk
the queen of the sea arises and provides
her life giving love and so it flows
the queen of the sea goes where she goes
I'd still like to know
Where'd she come from?

Why do you ask questions
I don't have the answer to?
Why do assumptions fuel your gumption,
Because I don't feel comfortable doing what you want me to?
Can you just leave this be?
I'm having enough trouble working through this.
I'm in a position more awkward than a 7 10 split.
So stop with these ******* questions please,
Because I'm already ******* sick.

I wish i could chase them
The radical dreamers,
And their wild untameable spirits
Following whims and whimsy
Around Like dandelion seeds in the wind
But then I'm in this place for a reason
I'm stable, but unfulfilled
I have a foundation but like steely Dan can't buy a thrill
So maybe i don't need to chase those following the dreams of childhood and even adulthood
Maybe where i am right now, though not exciting necessarily is a sign i should be content, so i have it good...

It's storming here,
The rain is kissing the air
And caressing my window panes
It reminds me of the internal storm I face
As I fall deeper into the recesses of my brain

It's a hard sensation to explain
It's like I'm sick of myself but can't abandon my name
I'm collapsing internally, externally I'm all the same
I know I'm odd, I'm cut from a different grain

Am I too sensitive? Too emotional?
This has been burdening my brain
Should I shut out my own feelings?
Protect myself from them, as an umbrella does the rain...

Oh honey you seem to have mistaken me for a toy
I refuse to fall for your thinly veiled ploy
I'm no puppet, I'm no one's pride and joy
much like Iggy Pop, I'm the one the world's forgotten boy, I think is what he said
What you did too me miss succubus still needles at my head
You used me to get back on your feet, then ripped my heart out to leave as food for the buzzards,
stone cold and dead.

Are you surprised I'm alive?
I'm surprised somewhat as well
considering you put me through what any one would consider the average everymans burning hell
But now, after going through that pain I finally found some measure
a saving grace some may say, I happened upon a much greater treasure.

because all though I am the world's forgotten boy,

I can still search out those that hurt me, then proceed to mercilessly destroy

Ever see a face and see nothing but reassurance?
I know it's an odd sentiment but i'm going to need you to let me explain
This thought that's on my brain
It's insane I know, but when I see your face
Im reassured somehow, that things will be alright
When I see your eyes somehow I find peace only rivaled by chamomile tea
When I see your smile I feel butterflies and feel hope in my chest and nothing but thoughts reminiscent of beautiful music take residence behind my eyes...

I know it's a strange sentiment but I hope you understand the compliment

You often reflect on your family
That much is true
But when it's all said and done
And the film of your life has cut to black
When heaven's chorus has begun
And you no longer need or lack
When the preacher says "They're in a much better place now"
And your coffin is in the grave
And the dirt is shoveled over

How will your family reflect on you, when death strikes like the king cobra?

I wonder what its like to look at a mirror, stare at your reflection and not want to reject it
Eject it into a vat of ether so it burns slow like tuna casserole
I know i shouldn't be writing about these things but its been haunting me since i was 16
Still young and somewhat pristine but no one went my way like cards on a riverboat, I've hid that feeling for a long time with an overcoat
Made of self deprecation and little derivation from that formula of running from things i cant see, but you cant avoid your own feelings
When they hammer into you like nails on a wall,
Its a winder I'm still standing up posted like a ghostbuster in city hall...

I wouldve been gone years ago, bur music saved me y'all.

My cosmic girl has writers block?
Oh me oh my that's quite a shock
Your thoughts are muddy like a swamp
Or fast and fleeting like a college romp
Thoughts are jumbled ohhh what a mess.
My mind is blank and heavy is my chest.
What to write i just don't know.
My heart is hurting and so is my soul.
Hmm...
Well what to do we can't have that
Shall we write together to get the spark
Back into your head because your writings are amazing
You muse on any topic wonderfully milady
Thats the problem I think i got,
I cant pick a topic to fill the spot.
All thought seem to fly on by.
Leaving me aggrieved and ready to cry.
I think we both just need to vent,
Because we both seem emotionally spent
My mom quit her job and I'm horribly sad
I never think I'm good enough for anyone to be glad
I'm trying to hold it together but I'm falling apart
Now tell me madam, what's been burdening your heart
Ohhh this and that and everything,
A breaking heart unwilling to sing.
My family is dying one after another.
I hold em together...everyone's mother.
I am the strength and I stand alone.
I am just so cold right down to the bone.
No rest for the wicked they say.
Well neither for those who keep it at bay.
This release therapy has benefited us both
I'll play the role of an anchor to hold you steady and close
Well that's all the time we may have I suppose
Thank you very much for being here for me Natasha M L the rose :)
Anytime I am needed I will be near,
and I am truly glad I got you here.
Thanks for listening I needed to vent.
Now I feel less flustered with time well spent.

You'll have to forgive my lack of rhyme, honestly there hasn't been much on my mind but by digging into my past i'm positive ill find something worth putting into rhyme
So i'm gonna guess and say that, dear reader, you're new to poetry and you may wonder what writing these strange thoughts down will do for me, you see poets tend to reopen old wounds, you may think its crazy but its as normal to us as lunch at noon
So intentionally scabbing ourselves is par for the course,
so why, oh why is the pain we feel still like a brillo pad, very coarse?
well basically although  to you were insane, but to us expressing our feelings and pain, is our claim to fame

I think I'm like a mega man fan in 2012
I'm unable to sleep correctly
Fiercely debating what I need to do in my life daily
Lately, I've been restless even though I know I'm blessed it's
A monkey a can't kick off my back

Has anybody else been here?
Slapped in the face consistently by fear?
of not knowing where you're supposed to go
or where your river of life shall flow?

Second guessing can be a blessing
steppin back to consider the lessons
life teaches you on the way
To where you're supposed to be going
it's better than where you've been, I can guarantee.

restlessness is a persistent imp.
following me like a pulp fiction style gimp
so stop following me,
I'm done with thee

So you ripped my heart out of my chest
in a public area no ******* less
I'm hurt yeah, but I'm far from dead
so now I'm gonna **** with your head

That friend you have, the blonde with the curvy body
you may not know but I always thought she was a hottie
and before we met she actually told me she felt the same
So I called her up with fantasies untamed.

I took those pictures we took together then burned them on the beach,
I sold all the stuff I had bought you each and every jewellery piece,
And your friend? oh we ****** on your favorite sweater
so now until you wash it her ***** juices and smell will remain on it forever.

All the stuff we wanted to try? I did them all with her.
I tied her up, she did the same to me
and I caressed her every juicy curve.
At the office? oh yeah I ****** her at my desk,
you know the one thing we always wanted to try?
well I ravaged her at my desk, in front of my co-workers shocked and aroused eyes.

So thanks for breaking my heart you pitiful *****,
thank you for putting my dignity in a sling.
because I found out Over this week
is that revenge is a funny thing...

I'm not a moral compass
I can't say what's right
But
I can say that what i want to do
tonight
Is definitely wrong
And i want it to last
As long as i can
I want you to be satisfied
With red marks on your back and ***
And pleasure induced tears in your eyes
Despite
My inexperience i aim to please
I hope i can fulfill your needs...
And i can't accomplish that I'll at least have done the Deed

-Neroamee Alucard

Am I the only one that grew up watching ****** tunes?
I loved those animals much more than the ones in the zoo
Daffy, Bugs, porky, and Elmer Fudd,
got me laughing as a kid, even when I was in a rut.

But my favorite toon, if you couldn't guess
was Wile E. Coyote, and Roadrunner, They to me were the best
Would He ever catch his prey? as a kid I only fashioned a guess
with each and every failed trap, showing the Roadrunner was blessed.

Now to use these two metaphorically
I'll be Wiley, and Roadrunner would be
amour, you see.
Now in every episode I keep trying to pin it down
but just like Wiley, I get blown up, flattened, or otherwise hurt while it roams around

maybe it's fate
or a strange genetic trait
all I know is sometimes living in a cartoon *****

WATCH OUT OF THAT TRU *POW!!!!!!!

I rolled over.
I was asleep, but then.... nothing
Again.
Air and emptiness
Darkness laughing in my face
No one there occupying this space
No face to gently smile at,
No soft body to hold onto,
No one person who i know has my back.

I smiled and thought, "how did it end up this way?"
And then i remembered "oh right everyone I've ever cared about lives arbitrarily far away."
See,  whenever i meet someone new my brain goes on shuffle with no pause button, tangents fly like seagulls and eagles in every single discussion

My own brain is responsible for the love i lack
So i rolled over the other way, turning my back...

-Neroamee Alucard

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.

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 ***

We're like sand castles
Glad to be built
In such a lovely place
Right by the salty tang of the sea
No one to bother
You or me
But when the water comes flowing
In and if we're built too close
Then we'll fall and crumble away
With the emotionless sea

But like a sand castle
If we're built properly
We can withstand the waves and crashes
Of the non forgiving sea

Hello ladies and gentlemen
This is Blitzen calling for the world to hear
It seems like Santa won't be making the trip this year
But you'll still get your gifts, of that you don't need to have fear

Now you may be asking, what's causing this delay
Well that's where Mrs. Claus Comes into play
Every year he makes the trip and at home she stays
So this year she changed things up, yesterday she wore Santa's favorite outfit
And laid on their bed
she called for her husband like she was trying to raise the dead
He came into the room and with a great surprise
She was wet and willing with a ***** look in her eyes,
She jumped on her man as if she were insane
and began slurping on his candy cane

So sorry people of earth, especially kids with frowns
But some pretty nasty stuff is going down
So don't worry kids when Santa gets out of bed
he'll bring all the presents so don't you fret!

Satsui No hado cleanly translated
Means "A surge of murderous intent"
I intend to channel that forbidden desire
To sear off my personal demons rotting flesh

I'm sick of living with life killing doubt
Tired of days where my body is up but I'm mentally down
Done with my once constant smile is replaced with a constant frown.

BEGONE! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!
YOUR BAGGAGE IS AT THE DOOR
LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT!

Can I be the world's forgotten boy?
because you forced me to search and destroy
you employed tactics taking advantage of the fact that back then I was still a boy
but I've since then ive put down my toys
I seek to destroy what you did to me and my familia with that not so clever ploy I'll probably find some perverse joy in ridding myself of your influences and mentions to the family uuu tried to separate me from I felt back then I was always under a loaded gun but I ripped those burdens asunder with your "love" but it's done now. it's over wow and all I have now is a smile on my brow

Have you ever given yourself a second chance?
Not every mistake you make has to result in a Donna Summer.
A Donna Summer?
Yeah another self imposed last dance.
You'll never get anywhere flawless My friend.
So allow yourself those ***** ups because the most important thing from them is the lessons

I realize know ive been living with ine hand behind my back
So from now I'll make peace with the things i lack
And use my strengths to make an even greater comeback!

Spiralling into unconsciousness I know I brought this exhausting ordeal I feel nothing and everything at once it's like I'm trying to eat while I'm about to lose my lunch


Falling under pressure and avoiding that its to no fault but my own wondering when I finally break from my blindness to others emotions & my deafness to their tone


I've never come down off of a high before but this must be what it's like 

If I wake up, no when I wake up I'll be flatter than the inner tube of a bike but such is life I guess random unconsciousness coupled with stress

I don't need a doctor to tell my track record is like the clash straight to hell
I'll sell my heart to the highest bidder I'm not bitter I know everyone comes into your life for a reason and you can't mix up people for a moment or even expect them to be there always and only be meant for a season

maybe I'm taking this to harshly but I'm growing color and it's costly to myself and whoever The Lord Has planned for me
My head and heart lost pages long ago in fact I'm sure they aren't even reading the same book anymore I don't know what's in store my head tells me spend some time alone work on yourself and my heart says you can't come close to doing that without a woman's help it's an internal conflict my own personal hell...

but I put a mask on so is hard to tell

If i could make sense of these screams could you quiet them?
Silence them like a billion violins with plucked strings
Please end the ticks and static buzzes floating from neutron to atom to neuron to cell
Just still my mind for once so i can end this Hell
Let me be at peace with myself
Then maybe I'll be able to accrue some kind of wealth
Monetary or mentally im meant to be something, what exactly i don't know
I hope i find out soon because this wild world is still very cold.

-Neroamee_Alucard

I've been adrift before
On memories and happiness
On sunshine and rain
Falling from my face
But now im on a bit of a new drift
On one of misplaced trust
I guess

I've got a story to tell
I'm not very good at this sorta thing, but hell
I'll give it the college try so if it *****, oh well.

Allow me to tell you a story about my pathetic love life
I met a girl that seemed too good to be true
Had quite a bit in common and scratched those itches
What is this, odd thing im feeling
Who knows it's probably nothing
Anyway we talked very frequently and grew close
At least to the point where we felt comfy sharing intimate thoughts competently

After a little while I wanted to ask her out
Only to find out, on valentine's day no less
That's shes taken
****... another story going behind these drinks

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

Shiki zoku se kuu means
Form is emptiness.
How do you write based off of a quote
When the quote can be a poem
On its own?

Form is emptiness
Is an odd sentiment to express
My physical form is far from empty
As i wouldn't be writing if it was, you see
But is my spirit empty?
Is my mind unfortunately empty?

So many questions, so little time

-Neroamee Alucard

Shon Goku Setsu, cleanly translated
Means "The Wrath of the Raging Demon"
I happen to have one following me
And much like a corrupt politician, it's constantly schemin

Some days I awake with a spring in my step
Others I have to force myself up
Some days I want to drink all life has to offer
Some days I can't even lift up the cup

I'm sick of being miserable! I'm sick of writing about it!
DA-N IT DEMON I HAVE DREAMS TO CHASE DOWN AND GOALS TO ACCOMPLISH

"Shut up Nero! misery is all you know!"
This demon won't relent, directing me into channeling the Satsui No Hado

They say that you make a difference in your life by changing who's around you if that's the case I've been replaced so often I'm like a lizard in a grotto,

I'm pretty sure everybody since 8th grade hates and probably would spit on my grave, maybe throw more dirt on my name it drives me insane like a kamikaze without a plane

I hate having insecurity, but it was nurtured into me like breast milk or shaved silk I'm a human contradiction like a stereotypical scot without a kilt.

I've been stabbed with the sword and kicked with the hilt I know how I'm built but my rhymes awaken my inner guilt, I'd poetically be dead but death is boring it's dull like Latin class left me snoring exploring for a new way to end the pain I'd probably drop shots but the alcohol will poison my brain

Shout out to the outcasts
Your individuality will outlast
Shout out to the mediocre ones
You have talent but you don't feel good enough
Stay with it love, develop your craft and grow into the best
Here's to the underdogs,
The ones who feel they don't belong,
And for so long have been hiding away and starting to decay,
Don't settle for the nutshell and say it's just as well,
Rise higher than the tree wild and free,
They don't know who you really are don't let them take it too far,

There's a sign there
A stick person in a wheel chair
And i know its intent
And whoever made it
Is currently paying their rent
But
A sign can only say so much.

A sign wont capture the staring
The misguided attentions from people in a state of caring
The glaring into the sun
Kids wondering "what have they become?"

Human curiosity is a wonderful thing
But that doesn't lessen the impact
Of ignorance's sting.

If I didn't put this pen to this  page I'd probably be gone now or twisted over with rage I engage in my self deprecation as my own form of dedication to life and my craft it's like Richard Roundtree when he was shaft I grab this pen to save lives maybe end a few careers I guess it beats draining my sorrow into beer not to judge those that drink but when I think of someone holding alcohol my mind goes to when I was younger and saw those broken dreams and shattered men on the street corner battling a habit that'll never truly die that's a lot to take in with young innocent eyes my pride may be strong but my heart is weaker than a cheap speaker it's crazy because I've known love very well it's slippery as hell like an electric eel I'm an eccentric I feel like I tried to fit in my race but that shouldn't be in my brain

*drops Mic

I find myself at the watering hole
aiming to drown my sorrow
I drank until I knew I was
going to feel it tomorrow

Out of reflex I looked down the bar
and what did my eyes take in
A long cool woman in a dark red dress
A siren, in stunning scarlet.

I drank in her features and summoned some courage, I had the bar ask what she was nursing
"****** Mary" I the waiter said as he passed me by he said she was also violently cursing

I bought her a drink and Sat back down
Watching the Blackhawks game
When shockingly enough she crept up behind me and asked me for my name

"Nero, I don't wish to be rude but I just had my heart snapped in two"
"Funny, the same thing happened to me, so whatever shall we do?"

I downed the last bit of whiskey then said
"I know this may sound risky but how about instead of going to our shared beds we go to a hotel instead?"

"Right to the point, I see," she said as she nursed that ****** Mary.
"How about this, I'll do you one better,
Right in the alley, it's warm and you won't need a sweater, it'll be hot enough with me"

laughing softly I said with quickness
"We both seem to suffer from ****** sickness, the alley then shall be our destination
to practice passion without hesitation.

so she walked outside, swaying her hips
I sat and watched, licking my lips, I paid the barkeep, her tab and mine
then proceeded to walk outside,

I arrived at the alley across the street
and what sight should my eyes first meet
this same siren, hitched up her dress,
her slender body she gently caressed

I began to kiss her with some of my passion
thinking "How in the Heck did this happen?"
She must have read my mind because she said
"empty those thoughts out of your head
My name is M, if that's all right
you know it well by the end of the night

I cant sit on a thought
For crap lately, so maybe i should get off the
***.
Not smoking i am sober as a button but
My head's turned into rotten mutton, it's disgusting what is said lately, no discussion
Or debate needed. To far is too far like that time i had one too many white Russians.

But, the heck with it maybe the words will find their way into line, rhythmic meter and rhyme and with time a poem will come together like the Beatles and be reflective like a bold and proud bald eagle

Today I'm annoyed not because I'm perpetually unemployed or that I have all of the appeal of a penniless mayweather named Floyd. Anyway this sketch deals with the subject of skin debate, so if it's offense I create in your home please don't throw your phone

Lightskinned Vs. Darkskinned? What a ******* stupid debate
Seriously why debate about how much melatonin your skin creates? It's just pointless why Argue and divide a community that's already split up as it is...

but I'll finish here all of us follow different guidelines and were made differently designed so going for universal appeal is a pointless endeavor

I look at the sketches i left in my notepads
I wonder what would these works say if they
Could be brought into corporeal exsistence
If they could be animated, the things ive created.
If the words I'd written down in my phone and in various notebooks
I stop and then i look
Rattled again, im still shook
I had this happen again
The dreams end when i put down my pen
And my heart, yet again decides to soften
...

What are the souls of the creative and awkward to do when...

If sleep is the cousin of death then all of your dreams must reside on your breath
But death is as constant as the rain
So Like a lions mane wear your dead dreams sewn together proudly like a grass skirt in a luau in Maui

I see, and i know that no one is perfect but was jeopardizing our entire way of life worth it? I know i just discussed dreams earlier on in this piece but please allow me to indulge and talk about this elephant in the room.

Why is it that you thought that a man who is of African descent and a woman would lead us to our doom?
See, like Kennedy a lot of us had dreams of going to the moon and making a difference in the world more impactful than taking off the rest of the day at high noon,
Soon he'll be in office and i can't change that but let's face facts
We stood by and allowed your ignorance an audience we built your hate filled echo chamber that is certain parts of the information superhighway internet

O-******? Classless? Slime? January 20th the end of an error?

We all saw the comments on all the news pages and while those despicable words enraged us we know free speech is a part of what made this country
We have to take the good with the bad but, i do have one request.

Don't expect me to give him a chance as he panned and pranced all over the people who built this country off of our ancestors backs...
Don't expect me to not take him to task lyrically because maybe it'll be all that i have.

He. Is not. A president.

So like i said, sleep is the cousin of death.
But wake up friends...wake up for the mistakes we have to correct...

1 am

I spent this hour getting drunk texts from a friend
she's the weepy kinda drunk and her spelling mistakes didn't end
I mean she's a great person but the bottle sees the opposite

2am

Went to get a midnight snack
made myself a sandwich because obviously I don't get any a--
peanut butter and honey
yes it tasted yummy

3am

and I'm still lonely
I've been listening to sade and her voice got me chilled out and *****
Mulled over a **** Sunday addition
started to toss and turn
with alarming rhythm and precision

4am

finally went to sleep
dreamt of my gf laying beside me
me just holding her like a teddy bear in a warm embrace
her loving lips locked with mine in a tender embrace

I was sleepless in Chicago for several hours last night
it might've been the cold I have, but I woke up not feeling too bright
now it's 11 34 and I'm trying to nap
maybe tonight I won't fall into insomnias trap

Am I adjusting to the *****
that time brings along
Am I all out of hope
what am I doing wrong?

Each thought I think
gets stupider each time
my brain is starting to stink
from my rotten tired rhymes?

Have I reached my peak
has my slide begun?
should I end it now?
stop abusing ink?

Equally at home in the streets and just as gifted in a suit with a delicately done press.
the smooth operator Is one of the most dangerous creatures we've yet encountered
They're found everywhere, coast to coast, from NY To Chicago, also spotted up north in Canada and down south in Key Largo.

The smooth operator is equipped for any encounter with eyes that pierce deep into the soul and can approach anybody with a confidence level unrivalled by none but their own kind.
There is only one, Nay Two known deterrents of the smooth operator, either a pathetic Roger Rabbit like nerd, or a spilled drink.

careful out there ladies. it's a jungle.

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

people like to blame society
forgetting that we are society

So I have a confession

My dad's a cop

Yeah, my dad's a cop he's worked his job for 30 long years
In that time he's probably seen a lot of messed up things that would probably drive most to insane laughter or ****** bitter tears.

Now you may be asking.. wait where are you going with this?
Are you going to register some harsh anti police sentiment?

Much like there is good and bad in the world, there are good and bad cops
That's true, and most are in agreement that these problems are a avoidable and should stop.
The fact there needs to be a distinction between "good" and "bad" cop
Is already a problem, so it seems as if we're ******* already from the top.

But, call me an incurable optimist
Because I think and know in my heart that we'll find a way out of this bloodstained mist
Not through division, but unity
And when we finally move beyond this... what a day that'll be...

Somedays you can't get rid of a bomb
Somedays you wanna know what's going on
Innocent blood spilled in the sand
of a far off eaten land

Somedays you win
Somedays you lose
Somedays you think am I really going to make the news?
found dead in the street, robbed or beat
is that what is my due?

Somedays you wonder
can life be once again simple
because now it's as difficult is picking off a pimple
or can I find the answer, in my girl's sweet dimples
because when she smiles it takes my breath away...
and I no longer worry about some days

Some days I wish
That I was the only seed wrought by my parents
Honestly I wonder what it would be like
To not have my older sibs

To not have to be compared to my older brothers,
Or not to be messed with and harassed at times by my sister.

I'd probably have that pair of roller skates that I'm after
I had to get at least I've joke out, forgive me master!

Somedays I wish I could take control of my life like the Sims
And see what it'd be like without my sibs

Sometime special
you'll meet someone worth your mettle
that makes your heart whistle and Boil like a hot kettle

Someone special
that causes a physical pain without
that when the rains around they're your drought
It took me a while to figure this out

That daytime could be more than worth seeing
dreaming out every single day you'll be meeting
Loving every second of their company
aching when they're away

yes.. only someone truly special can make you feel this way

I'm sorry I'm eccentric
I'm sorry for my strange aesthetic
I'm sorry that I'm a fan of Jimi Hendrix
I'm sorry that all my hobbies to you don't seem worthwhile
I'm sorry that my oddities seem to make you hostile

I'm sorry that I'm a different person than what you planned me to be
Blame fate, don't blame me

I guess we shouldn't have done all that swearing
but I guess I can say I'm sorry for caring
Sorry for sharing my emotions and feelings to you
sorry for taking to you like a friend is supposed to
Sorry for worrying and being concerned about another human being
I apologize for seeing the beautiful soul behind those eyes
I'm sorry for wasting your time
go ahead, pursue your dreams
go ahead, do all of that it seems
like we weren't meant to be one
I'm stuck being world's forgotten son

I learned to crawl on basslines,
And learned to walk on the back beat,
I learned to read when i heard 4 or 5 bars
Delievered through the microphone.
And i learned how to dance when a DJ started scratching the records.
In other words, music is in my DNA
I'm a proud soul child and I'll gladly throw that flag on display.

There's so much about music that's strange and unique but,
There's always one thing thats constant.. the beat.
The heart of music that you can feel from the darkest ghettos and projects. All the way to the urban sprawl that is our cities.
The beat.