It's like that Spark is fading
the desire to keep creating
maybe I need a quick respite
a break if you will
some time off wouldn't ****
but I love transforming my thoughts into words
I'd hate to be another buffalo in life simply following the herds
my hearts begging for more but the brains running dry
tell me, is it possible for this to pass me by?

To Be Free as a falcon
my soul one with the wind
no problems beside me or behind me
just open road in front of me
Not caring for tomorrow
only appreciating the moment I'm in
that to me is perfection
it's no wonder I'm a speed demon
my bike is my wife
the streets my mistress
Those around me my friendly foes
they do know me and where I go
but tis the curse of a speed demon
you have to make foes without and within

I'm a spineless puppet
A foolish doll that everybody seems fit to play with
I'm too scared to say what I feel it's
Annoying when I don't want to do something
And everybody keeps shoving thoughts ideas and opinions down my throat
Like I'm a **** hungry ******* what the flying ****
I'm not a sellout so stop forcing yourselves into my head

Please, let me grow myself a spine... Before my individuality is dead

Nerozy you're at this age..
Where you just wanna be set free..
Like a little birdie..
To fly over the world..
To see the seven seas..
Instead of being stuck at home..
In the same cold world..
With no place to turn..
You got a head full of ideas..
Crazy enough to believe..
Somehow you just gotta be set free..
To preach out..
To reach out..
To be yourself..
With no ones help.

Hillzy were birds of a feather
Except in my case I'm experiencing better weather
Whatever you're right
I gotta get out and love my life
I gotta be free
And you do as well

Go and explore..
Spread those wings apart..
Just always remember..
Your big sis is always here to help...
If you wanna go big..
Go big..
To the fortune and fame..
If you wanna go small..
Stay in town..
Go and explore for yourself..
You're a pilot of your own life..
Baby bro..
Just remember you're always welcome back home..

Hillzister be free and roam the world
Be a take charge Phoenix type of girl
Answer to no one until you're ready to be cuffed
And even then make sure he's up to *****

Come down out of your spaceship oh mighty visitor from the stars beyond so fiery and bright,
Despite our gestures we're paranoid and xenophobic,
And as much as humans posture deep down we all know this,

We can't even stop brutalizing others with our words and weapons,
We've been around for thousands of years, and we can't even get the concept of feeding the hungry right
So what makes you think a strchild shall visit us tonight?

My life right now
is like Victor Fries' wife, wait how?
I'm stuck in a limbo between two places
or for lack of a better term, a stasis.

I'm more lost than the final season
I know I'm still supposed to be here but for what reason?
I try to walk more but every time I go out the cold sends me quickly back in

Every time I look I can't find
every time I search I wander blind
It's like trying to solve a Rubik's cube with one hand behind the back and a spitball stuck in both eyes
where's GPS when you need it? I sure could use a guide

We may be a long way apart
but you still are an angel and dear to my heart
when others held knives to my head you nursed me back to help and calmed the demons running around in my head
Do I even need to say it? without you I probably would be dead
Aura the Angel I'm crazy about you like I've already said
You're my kind of crazy because we're both cuckoo in the head
Our bonds stronger than Krazy Glue more reliable than my favorite shoes Converse all stars you're my shining supernova I've fallen for you harder than a rock off of the white cliffs of Dover

Because I love you I'm giving you fair warning
Stop Asking about my love life,
stop asking about my life beyond what I'm doing
what business is it of yours who or whether I'm *******
It's not like I conduct an investigation into your love life

anyway, I'm going to lay it all out.
I'm 18, a ******, I've never kissed a girl and whether that'll change I doubt
Now I've given you the facts about my life
Now stop asking. I'm being nice
I'll go no Vaseline on you quicker than the Sun melts ice.

Stop Waiting on others
to verify what you bring
the table is more than
of letting love ring
verify with yourself your amazing
Stop. Waiting.

I had to learn the hard way
love yourself before others
than though it won't always be easy
it's worth it too keep the pain smothered

I'm not saying you won't get hurt
in fact, it's a part of life that you will
however take this verse
and apply it where you will

love yourself
then love someone else
Because that's how you're going to stay yourself

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

I don't like Jordan's, I like Chuck Taylor's
I don't want a Maybach, I really want an impala throwback or a mustang modern day
I don't speak in slang I don't have badly done dreadlocks
I don't sing in autotune and I don't sag my pants

I play guitar, and I listen to Rock music
I prefer classic hip-hop over trap, which is an anomaly in and of  itself
I'll take Charles Wright's "Express Yourself" to azalea banks 212
I love electronic music, Daft Punk, Deadmau5, Kraftwerk, Glitch mob and I live under the sun not the moon

All of these things differ me from others, hopefully I don't come across stale,
but out of all the things I do and like, I'm an 18 year old black male...

Strange Isn't it?

hello stranger, it's odd to me
that we may have met before, at least probably
sorry, forgive me, my memory is kinda wobbly
old age I guess, but I know I'm blessed
to have made it this far
without getting killed or ending up behind bars
but I ended up using my verse and the counted bars to let my imagination carry me up and beyond the stars...

The streets are talking
but you're too dumb to listen
every sidewalk has a story
but not all of them are written
like that guy begging outside Walgreens
he was once an army lieutenant until
he was ******* over by mental disease
she used to be a doctor,
now she always works nights
letting people inside for money for her kids
so don't judge anybody on sight

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?

St. Valentine Was A *******
he clearly was Aphrodite's *****
he became a slave to that amorous witch
and cupid was his constant itch
Now his day is set aside
for marketing and sales besides
lingerie and chocolate, flowers and jewels
are profit for money grubbing tools

One day out of the year shouldn't be set aside
to show your partner you care besides
love is more than hot passionate ***
it's more than cards with funny effects
love entails more than having kids

While I'm here can I just address
Ladies, we think its for the best,
that you just say what you want, no more hints or indirectness,
don't expect us to know we can't read minds, that's not how nature erected us

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

Great, I think she wants back in my life
She walked out when we possibly had a future maybe with two kids a happy husband and wife
I'm still bearing wounds from our last encounter
It's ludicrous what I had to go through with this *****
Oh wait I shouldn't say that even though she ripped my heart into halves and almost flatlined me
So even though I swore I wouldn't do any more rhymes about her I'm going out of my solace to lay my feelings to rest like a hydraulic mattress
I'm glad this has happened in a cosmic sort of way because no matter how hard it became alive I stayed to prove not to just to her but myself that you can survive heartbreak of that density those few weeks felt like a nomadic crackhead wandering the centuries yet it interests me that she expects me to say something to her first which is why I'm putting all of my problems and angst into this verse
I'm open to being friends again I'm all for that because what happened shouldn'tve happened at all but don't you dare play with my heart again because of you do I'll burn you like a succubusses ***** after an STD

You know
I'm as scared of the future as anyone else is
What else is there to say? I've got fears like any other being
There but for the grace of God go I
Again into the unknown
I wish I knew how or what to say
To those that mean well, but won't let me go my way
On my own path into the sun
Sink or swim it's my life to live
Leave it be
Stop it please
Stop with the ether soaked rag you call good intentions

Stop suffocating me

Hot and sweaty
Nothing pretty but you
Just good old fashioned raw backing  in the bed under the fan with nothing but our hormones and hardness and wetness to keep us company
Your curvaceous body is so scintillating in this summer heat and your hot little hole fit for a pole
Summer is great  because I love it when you let me take control

Summer sexiness...

I'm not sure where this verse sprung from but I was letting my mind wander and it got to the rising Sun
a blaze of glory that occurs every single morning
showing almost a Phoenix up in how much fire lights up the wee hours of the day
start off staring at a new beginning, the remnants of last night burned asunder by the New rising Sun

Considering were on the third stone we should do more to clean up our act on this water covered throne or the sunrise could be our own created sentence of death
I expect to only move a few hearts with what I've said

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've wandered the earth and made notes about the people from place to place
I whimsically wrote
about every pope
while I made my sojourn in Rome
I waltzed to the new world, when I saw that the times had changed
I grew infatuated with their hubris
as they tried to wipe out a race, with faith...
And when they decided that it was time fir change, I was there, and clapped with the sinners, and marched with the saints
I'm pleased to meet you, did you guess my name?

I'm my own disease
I'm my own worst enemy
I can't decide
I've lost my mind
I'm either hiding from everyone
or easy to find
I need a syringe
of some kind of medicine
to get me out of
this pit that I'm in
I can't even walk
let alone crawl
I'm the loser from the teen movies
that one and all
So I reign
over my patch of dirt
like Johnny cash
I'll just make you hurt
I'm no one's benefit
just a constant burden
on myself and others
that much is certain
now some may think
this isn't true
but I've been this way for so long
what more can I do?
I have no confidence
my pride is all but dead
sometimes I have to bully myself
to get this out of my head
not one person has ever seen
the faces I take off daily
Will someone ever figure it out?
one day... maybe

I need a tailor, but a very specific kind
one who can stitch back together my heart and mind
it seems luck to me wasn't all that kind
Because now I've found myself again in a bind

What can you do when the crush that crushed you likes someone else but that someone else is just as close to you?
should you give up on it or go ahead with gusto and try to improve on it?

Should you make an honest effort and lay my cards on the table
my heart has been stabbed broken damaged and hurt before... am I able?

Tales from the subway

When you think about it the subway is the best way to observe human life
You see people from all walks and skin tones getting to their destination
If you're like me occasionally you'll encounter the homeless and the visibly forsaken to that mentally ill lady in the last car, we love you dear just keep it down please
And the ***** hippies feeding bread to their dogs, you teach me to value clean
To the Chinese woman reading English aloud haltingly, you show us the reality of immigration
There's the young man with the daycare T-shirt, dispelling stereotypes, one stand at a time
Everyone is here, and everyone has a place
Here on the subway
Just make sure to grab a seat, because you're going on a mental journey
So many ideas, so many places to see, so many new things to learn and experience,
much thanks to that girl who brought out a new confidence in me,
It's plain to see I love the subway

A big planet
filled to the brim
with chozo ghosts
X parasite hosts
and things that want me dead
my power suit lost all the beams
missiles, energy tanks,
space jump, even additional armor is gone
I'm all alone on this world to conquer
but I don't have time for a bad fur day, I must get onto the impact crater....

Samus Log Entry 6/1/2119

They say that team work
Makes the dream work
Well... if that's true then boy do I have a
Surprise for you
My head and mouth couldn't get on the same page even if they were two periods in a book.
And it's far from a good luck. Matter of fact it could crack a mirror purely out of frustration in my case
I feel like my will for making this work has been debased
I can't even find the strength to debate this with what's left of my self, oh well...

-Neroamee Alucard

I'd **** to be on the beach right now
No cares, no worries, sand gently blowing at my brow
Looking out at the clear blue sea
With an ice cold drink in the chair next to me
A tequila Sunrise would go well as the sun sets
Eyeballing the tanlines with slim to no regrets
Oh what I'd give to be on the beach right now
Gulls crowing overhead, the beauty of nature making me whisper quietly, wow.

I'm thankful for this rain to provide inspiration
I'm thankful for the clouds pointing to my destination
I'm thankful for family even though we get on each other's nerves
I'm thankful for language so I can put together this verse

I'm thankful for gratuitous consumerism because With it our economy thrives
 I'm thankful that I'm under covers and warm when so many have to sleep outside.

But most of all I'm thankful for my poetic family

Seriously you guys are awesome and mean a lot to me

I'm grateful for my family in ink I think that I'd be insane in the brain I was a lyrical lame now I found I can spit bars with the best they pushed me to the brink beyond my limits I'm in this for life Drs Joke, Midnight Writer, Blue Star with the heart and Cashby, Natasha, Mandy Nothing could tear my poetic family apart we argue and have our issues but it's solved within so we can continue to become stronger as people and as lyricists while I split heads as the poetic mafia axe murderer I'll serve ya like a platter cut your *** like class and watch ya brains splatter all other emcees better scatter poetic blades out and slice and dice like vanilla ices career ending faster like the flash while we make a splash in poetic pools of blood it's like we opened up a dam with a creative flood

Thank you very much
for teaching me feelings are a crutch
for educating me to how my dreams will get crushed

Thank you for enlightening me
to get rid of my heart you see!
It's simply nothing more than a tool
others use to hurt you you fool!

Thank You for forging my armor
to make me stronger for much longer
opening up it seems will just get me hurt
so thank you for forging it, you did admirable work

Thank you for killing my once happy self
the world was trying but it just needed help
now I have all the happiness of a caged elf
or a nobleman lacking in wealth

Where someone can get jumped or shot due to the color of their skin

Where someone can be judged off of what extremists do for their religion

Where money justifies anything, including the destruction of sacred land

Where "you must pull yourself up! Don't expect a helping hand!"

Where the youth are criticized for not making those same mistakes

Where you can be criticized for every single breath you take

Where love, or hell even a baby dying inside of you. Isn't supported by those that call themselves pro life

Where life was once precious, but now comes closer to collapsing every day

Where you're spit on or disowned for even suggesting that you're gay

Where we cant accept abnormality, where wanting and desiring change is a sin

That's the country we live in.

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 couldn't sleep
The sandman must've been waylaid
So I got up and crept outside
And on the back porch I stayed
Looking out into the endless night sky
The stars blinking and twinkling
The night is so hauntingly beautiful, and it doesn't have to try
The moon hung low, shining into my heart
I said "You can shine to my chest at best, but my mind you cannot bless"
I smiled at the sky, and as I walked in I heard a deep breath of wind.
The door closed and night rain began to fall
A reflection of what goes on within

I'm trapped in a straitjacket
The Asylum's cleaning up off of this racket
I'm losing it, I keep writing on the wall
And then when I come back from the cafeteria I know for **** sure that they're gone
I've been in here so long the padded cell is deflating
It's degrading to have to suffer from the orderlies berating

They say the mind bends and twists like light caught in a prism I'm struggling to find the light trapped within what's written
I'm writing all day abusing pages constantly but I put on the facade of walking confidently

The ballad of Nero and Echo

This is the ballad of Nero and Echo two friends had met
In millennium park where we lay our scene
Yes I did make a Shakespearean reference
Not to do so would be obscene

So anyway the friends are by no means typical
Because they possess a talent that's lyrical
When two writers meet odd things happen
We talked with my notebook,

The very same I'm writing this in,
It's simply a few pages back
And though some have us as an OTP
I'm happy echo is my friend personally

The leaves crunch underneath
My bare feet that tread on a path
Strange, ubiquitous and unique
I looked up just in time to see
The eyes of the trees staring back at me
It was getting dark, I needed to find shelter quickly
Before I ended up in some giant cats stomach quickly

So i broke branches and bark and bound them together with the remains of parts from the crash
A plane brought me here, and thankfully the fire didn't last
I grabbed what I could, food, drinks, spare parts and some supplies
Hopefully, prayerfully these meager items would allow me to survive.

I didn't go too far away, as the crash was on the beach
So I stuck to the trees above the wreckage and   above most predators eager to dine on me...

Step 1 get money Step 2 repeat the first never get high on your own supply that'll buy you a hearse it hurts to have to hit the corner till dawn feed death to my people but I've never been underneath a steeple I couldn't afford the time only church I know is where I lay these rhymes I'll split the Indonesia with the dude who had a seizure I believe ya but the gat don't, so to insure my profits your brains will splat don't take it personal I'm just trying to survive until the sunrise I'm not legal but the streets always advertise I advise you to stay away from my path the ballad of a Hustler cut up into halves

I saw the ***** in you
She walked out and said hello
She smacked me upside the head And almost ended me, like I was Macbeth or Cyrano

I saw the ***** in you
She looked me in the eyes
With a heart full of jealousy and lies
Took advantage of my emotions And left me drowning in a tear filled ocean

I saw the ***** in you, she was hard to find
The ***** that said I'm less of a man,
For breaking down to cry.

The bottle sits on the table half air half a concoction of my ow design
But then I guess is shouldn’t be surprised since I use it to free me from the demons in my mind
They say you can easily kick these habits and beat the depression
But lord have you ever tried?

Have you ever tried to finally kick
The habit when practicing you seem to fit
Into society, it was wrong but felt so right
Even though you knew it could end your life?

Have you tasted bitterness, smitteness, anger and hate
All in the same day so you play
With others feelings so you could enjoy
The ice cold taste of revenge on your plate?

I guess that’s what the bottle does to us
It eats at the bust and turns them into dust
We can be high as kites, then next full of spite
Happy as bedbugs and with childish delight
We can watch as we die hardly putting up a fight.

You know what, the hell with this, the bottle DIES TONIGHT.

hello thank you for calling the brain service line
where we help you fix your mind in time for a rhyme
what can I do for you?

Yes thank you got taking my call
I'm flustered you see, I don't know what to do at all
see my brain and heart are on two different pages
I go from happy to lonely to flying onto irrelevant rages

Ohh yes we've been flooded with your problem lately
we don't have a solution that can work
Well can you give me advice?
Maybe...

I'd advise trying to focus on life itself
but my heart keeps desiring someone with which to build an empire of wealth
well I can't help you sir, but I wish you good luck
thanks ma'am, I'm gloomy as ****

To the lovely Lady in the buffet
oh right, I went to a buffet yesterday
I was standing in the dessert line and
this chocolate beauty caught my eye,
a million thoughts ran through my head, like does she have a guy?
Anyway, I wanted to place in an order for her
lay her down on the table and lovingly devour her

I stood frozen for a second imagining what I'd do
anything and everything I guess it's true
I wanted nothing more than to eat her ***** like lunch
get up and **** her over the counter,
serve her my **** like brunch

good God how'd I think like this in a restaurant
a buffet at that
well lust can take over,
at the drop of a hat

The Burden of Creativity
is that somethings I do
somethings I say or think
won't make sense to anybody but me

let's use for example Mr. Kubrick, first name Stanley
who took 178 takes of one scene grandly,
I'm sure everybody was tired and worn into the ground
but The Shining was one of the greatest movies around

so though this may sound self serving to a point
painting pictures with verbs and drawing landscapes with words isn't an easy way to make coin

but that's the curse of Creativity,
a lot of things Don't make sense, even to me

Let's see
When she visits I'll need
Rubbers, fresh and non latex
Oil to rub in gently
To work my arms out
To prevent pain whilst issuing it out
Whips, and maybe a couple of paddles and
Chains
Because i know she's into pain
Maybe even an umbrella, or a nicely made cane
....
I think thats it
Ive quite the checklist!

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...

Hello
My name is Nero
And I'm a cynical *******.
I've been a cynic for some years now
And it seems though i try to escape it
In other's relations i continue to drown
I try not to bring others down
But
Its hard to ignore a pronounced frown
Or ignore words and wounds that refuse to calm down
Or your own insecurities screaming "YOU DON'T DESERVE WHAT THEY HAVE!" "GIVE UP AND MAYBE YOUR PATHETIC EXISTENCE WILL BE SLIGHTLY LESS SAD!!"
And on the other side the music that defines my life plays along with another voice saying that you can be better, if not for yourself than for someone else
Her specifically because even though you're at the bottom to please her you need no wealth
All you need is time and effort
But then the other voice screams "EFFORT IS A WASTE LIKE YOU YOU BLACK BLEMISH ON OCCUPIED SPACE!"

And as these voices battle, my mind rattles and heart shakes
Seeing the love others show when all that comes and goes like a chameleon, that maybe I'll just be someone's mistake...

There once was a kid who'd been hurt
As a result he became cold and curt
But he ran into someone
Who brightened his day like the sun
And stitched up the scars in his patch of dirt

He's feeling much better and in a better place
the negativity mostly has left his mind space
his smile returned
but he doesn't want to be burned
Because he doesn't want to go back to that place

So he's in a position he doesn't want to be in
Because he doesn't want his heart to cost him a friend
Should he play it to the vest
Should he go for broke and invest
Because this'll drive him around the bend

In this black and white world
It's uncommon for there to be any vibrance or color
The Crow begins to take flight again
Looking for something to feed on, my friends

The feathers falling into the snow, bloodstained and white, like a pomegranate was cut open, or the Crow has found its meal for tonight

What's it's meal you ask? My mind

You know what *****?
being kind.
Wait What?
Why?

Because if you're too nice
you'll come of as weak
but it takes true strength to remain humble and meek

I don't get what you mean, can you please explain?
Sure dear friend, I'll make it simple and plain.

I try to be nice and not offend or be rude
but everyone seems to take advantage of me in a mellow mood
so when I finally snap it comes off as a surprise
"How was I supposed to know hurting you would bring anger to your eyes?"

And let's not even get started on relationships
being nice gets you walked on, or they Dash like Damon did.
I can be as pleasant as a human can be
but everyone fails to see the other parts of me...

Well I'll tell you cats about an impossible feat
Why every single night I have to wrestle myself to sleep
It's because the ghosts of regret won't admit defeat,
When I get under the covers they wake up and bother me
Every mistake. Every pain. Non on the sunshine all the rain
Then there's the fact I'm on medication
Which silently causes the liver devastation
Oh, you didn't know this but I suffer from epilepsy.
So I have to consume pills on the daily
So there you have it, a rundown of why I can't sleep.
Although I should note I'm blessed to have a bed on which to lie my head and feet

I can't sleep,
But I'm dreaming
I'm confused
But I understand your meaning
I'm nervous but simultaneously
At peace so it's clear to me
That I'm a walking contradicton
A healthy heart attack
I guess what I mean is
I'm a dreaming insomniac