What can you do if your own head doesn't make sense
the silence maddening to sit through and the cacophony of every day leaving inside your mind an unholy stench
It feels like there's in my head next to the iPad a ******* monkey wrench
I guess I don't understand anymore what's going on why can't this make sense
Unless I write my head will snap open and the scars will be visible
But sometimes even among most of my friends I can't help but feel invisible
Ridiculed and the things I helped bring become dead and forgotten
God it's like I'm listening to myself give a review on that site with tomatoes that are rotten
I'm not scheming or plotting just looking for that lighthouse in the fog
Because I can't find inspiration in this mental planet of smog

For many months now
relationships and I grew apart
over that time I developed a cold cold heart
colder than the villainous Mister Freeze if you please
Icier than subzero in a pinch

In short, I was mortified of becoming attached
My last relationships had become like Big Rigs over the road racing... before the patch
But alas this personal trend was destined to end
I finally met someone, who melted the snow within

So I thank you my dear, for shattering the ice that began to make up my life
please don't take this lightly, because I didn't get like this overnight

I usually don't put the church in my verse so to that end I'll bend over backwards abd try not to curse, lest I end up in the back of a hearse
Now I'm not a bible specialist but somewhere in there it said "Come as you are, without Pretense"
And I've been battling judging eyes and subtle remarks from the older guard at my church so forgive me if I seem mentally spent

Come as you are

Come as you are means enter into the house without mental prison bars
So stop giving me that kinda shade throwing eye and try to empathize
If I was running late one day and wore my favorite hoody that Sunday (it's oversized) instead of a three piece suit I don't feel comfortable in one and I look ugly in one anyway to boot.


Come as you are

Now this sounds like a minor issue to address but every time I'm there my family has to throw a comment on how I don't look my best
And now I take bows after events I announce with a judgement proof vest,
So let me grow, I'm doing my best

Come as you are

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

It should be no surprise
That I felt inspired when I managed to find
Zeal's theme from Chrono Trigger,  Corridors of time
And as I began to ponder this rhyme
I thought "this piece of music is an excellent description of our lives"
Because truthfully, life is a corridor from birth to the grave
The end is inevitable, whether you were born again or unsaved
So I stare at the walls occasionally and at the past I look back
I smile at the memories given to me from days long past
And I March forward once again, and we should all do the same
Life for all is a corridor, the only difference between them is our name

That's right, I said it
And I don't regret it
It's a crock of crap
Giving humans a bad rap
The fact that it exists
Is why the aliens don't visit

All It does is point out
The flaws that you
Really don't even have
And even if those quirks you did
Possess then you should iron them out
Not waste your time on excess

And here's another thing
That I don't get
Ladies why would you ask other women
For advice about men?
I'm gonna give you the 4 things you truly need to keep him in your life.
That 50 ways to please your man list is crap
Here if is for all you future wives


1. Bring more than just your body to the table
2. Communication is key, so always be honest about problems as you are able
3. Think outside of the box when it comes to ***
4. Be honest with both yourself and him, and that's how you keep a man

Could we dance in the moonlight
Drunken loons high off of life
Wouldn't that be nice
To let go of inhibitions
To let those connections we thought were dead
To let those evil little ghosts out if my head

Can we simply be one
Love, one person one unified front
Pursuing the same goals
We were divided like sheep, and mares and foals
Being as one should be humanities relationship goals.

So could we stop letting everything but the kitchen sink divide us
Can we please stop trying so hard only
to let life deride us

Could you be loved,
Like those clouds in the sky?
Could you be loved even if
Death passed you by?

Could you be loved by another
Both giving your all?
Could you be loved
When your back is against the wall

No i couldn't.

Because nothing from nothing brings nothing like Billy Preston said, and though i sincerely and soberly wish this fact never entered my head, inside i feel as if my soul is dead
The spark of joy not gone but fading and love clearly isn't enabling
Me to get up and get started on making myself even better than what i was
So maybe I'll stick to crying like those doves

I've
Cracked
at
the
seams
I
Can't
find
out
what
these
dreams
mean
I
don't
understand
why
my
mind
keeps
becoming
so
underhanded
Playing
tri­cks
on
my
consciousness
Can't
for
once
it
just
go
away.

Everybody is a critic
And normally I can ignore
But there's only so much I can take
Before I snap and my anger begins to steam.. oh great.

You can criticize what you don't truly know
As humans opinions we cultivate,
But I'll crack at the seams
And the stitches will split
On my brain and I'll crack steel beams

So for your safety please don't be that harsh
About my life, or decisions I make
Because much like a thief weighed down with jewels
There's only so much I can take

That line in the sand
Overlooking the warm and welcoming sea
I walked up to the line and stared at it intently
And in those moments a war was waged within me, my head and heart both taking opposing sides
Here I'll relay as much of that intense conversation, from beside the battle lines

Brain: we shall not cross that line! For who knows what could be waiting on the other side!
There could be crippling danger or possible injury! Diseases and financial ruin could lie across that line!

And my heart took those sentiments in kind, and then responded with the following reply

Heart: we must cross this line! Not knowing is part of the thrill! And you're right we could be hurt crossing over to the other side! But that's part of life so just chill! There could be Love and adventure, wealth both in money and in experience and enjoyment of our surroundings! We've starved in life for too long and it's time we move forward by boldly leaping and bounding!

I guess, like two face I'm in two minds about my situation
But I'd rather consider my options and move decisively than run blindly in like LEEEEROOOYYYYYY JEEEENNNNNKINNNNS

It's like it's picking
at my bones
my organs severed
I wish I wasn't alone
I used to roam
along the plains
they shot me dead
and left my remains
now I'm stuck here
no strength to move on
dying in the desert
where I belong
a crow found me
smelling rotting flesh
My body is it's meal
I must taste the best
the finest carrion, Sun fried to perfection
I hope it stops biting in that direction
this isn't painless but necessary
I wonder what they'll say on my obituary
"He was a good man, he loved music and his pen,
Poetry and stories were his arts, where he created his closest friends."
I wonder if all the girls who turned me down
Will look upon me with a tearful frown
I wonder what everyone will say
when this crow is through eating me today

I'm not sure why
I thought of this rhyme
But in all fairness we must really learn
Again, how to cry

Some days it's just too much
We feel like a car trying to shift without a clutch
Sometimes even writing doesn't help me much

So if I'm in a deep enough rut
I'll not be ashamed, at least not much
To let my tears hit the pillow as my eyes redden and crust
And just spill my pent up feelings out into the open air, in front of no one

They say laughter can be the only weapon
Against the things in life you're stressin
In that case my ammo supply has run dry
I'm a clown I know, but these tears have to cry
The Tears Of heartbreak, death and pain
The crying of nights in the pouring rain
Not knowing how long I can keep up my cheerful facade,
Praying every single night to just fix me, please God.

Knowing I need to go on, but not how much I can take
falling apart at possibly the smallest mistake
So I pull out my clown gear, and paint a smile onto my face
Get my wig And some shoes, perhaps it's my fate
to hide behind this laughing, smiling mask of my own design
never to show what really hides behind

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.

cuffing season...

Cuffing Season is upon us
like that drunk homeless guy on a bus
like we need a whole 6 months dedicated to lust I mean a few relationships might last but the majority go bust
I sound bitter as all **** but I don't give a **** I guess me and love haven't really gotten along like a pit bull and a dove
or a magician without a glove
Me and love have a bipolar fixation no matter what my or its situation
no rest for the wicked or the weary it seems,
I mean I don't mind being single but **** it if I didn't Think cupid was being pretty mean it seems he has a thing for teaching you the hard way it's like he purposely Keeps his arrows away in Aphrodite's purse and she takes it personally

now I don't mind taking criticism but those who disrespect me should expect to be seeing light like a prism you shouldn'tve said anything you little troll you never commented on anything I wrote inboxing me trying to scold me for reposting something I found funny you'll learn not to **** with me the blast master you little ******* can't type more than ten Words while I can drop bombs and bars for hours I'll scour the internet and *******'re no original self up on here or on wax if you wanna take it that far man **** it I'm done you're a waste of dissing bars

You stabbed a Dagger in me
like chelsea
karma I guess paying me back
because thinking like this is
unhealthy

People always post goals for relationships
without knowing how to adjust to committed life
Ladies and guys keeping assuming that it won't work out
crashing  the plane before it can fly

**** now we're outside the bar
**** now we're in the car
**** now we're talking *****
**** this is gonna go far

**** now we're at your house
******* just threw off your blouse
**** now we're on the couch
**** now I'm ***** as a hyperactive mouse

**** your ***** tastes so good
**** your soft, ready for my wood
**** your so ******* tight!
this is probably gonna last all night

I swear I'm dateable!
well that's debatable
because I'm a complete nerd with a bad record, yeah that's relatable

Anyway I might as well put my cards on the table
I'm a poet but you know this but I'm currently available
I'm unswayable, once I'm yours I'm yours
I **** at making first moves but I'll gladly open doors

Texts every morning? you got that
Want food? I'll go out of my way to buy that
Bad day? on my chest you can lay or in between your legs My tounge can play while I get rid of that headache
Need to cry? I'll be by your side
Cramping? heating pads n chocolate I'll provide...

Now ladies you may wonder... why have all my choices been so rotten?
Speaking for guys like me.. we don't get out too often.

NERDS!

I can daydream in words
For days it seems
But somehow when I try to describe
What you mean to me
I stumble and slip
Over rhymes I flip
Syllabic puzzles thrown at me to remain confounded
It's astounding what you've done
You've turned the night back into a rising sun
And yet somehow
I stumble on how to say
How appreciative I am of you
Each and every day
I know it's not much, but
This is the best I can do for you.
Is to say these 3 words

I love you

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

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

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

Cupid you mischievous little cherub with wings
flying around shooting arrows so that mortals feel loves sting.
You've ******* me over, because before we met I was aces
I had friends, vibrancy, and no one occupied my minds spaces.
But then we met and you shot that **** arrow
then my life fell far from straight and narrow.
You led me to heartbreak, pain, oh wait I'm mistaken
you did me worse with your accursed arrows that keep mortals shaken

Call me a heartless cynic. call me what you may
but cupids been ******* me over since the very first day,
Now I'm horribly lonely, yeah I'll admit I've made mistakes,
trusted the wrong people, looked for companionship in the wrong places
But you've either gone blind, or senile or twisted around the bend
because your inaccuracy and messed up shots never seem to end.

so I wrote this letter, Cupid, just to say.
***** you you diaper wearing *****. now that that's done I can be on my way

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 promised myself I'd address this with
you two but is been burdening me and messing with my head
so we go any further and before another day decides to pass
I'm going to write this down before I end up brain dead.
You're my parents, you birthed me and I love and respect you both
but the pressure you put me under is causing me to choke
I don't know how much longer I can take living under this yoke

First off and with all due respect,
I'm not my siblings or my cousins, and I know I'm not what you must've guessed
would arrive on this earth, and I know you do and have done your best
to raise me right, but I see that's one thing you forget.

Second, please pick a consistent tone.
I want to grow up but clearly you don't want me on my own.
I know I'll always be that curly headed little kid, and I'm trying to grow up but there's only so much I can do no matter what either of you did.

Thirdly, mom, I have trouble sleeping at night because of all of this, so when I do wake you up I am sorry it's nervous energy that causes it.
I keep trying to sleep then wonder
Will I ever get my life together or am I just another burden another life ripped asunder?

I hate that I even had to write this but I had to get this off of my chest,
I know you both love me and want nothing but the best,
but I couldn't find a way to communicate these problems I'm facing without coming off as issuing disrespect.
so if I'm you're biggest disappointment I'm sorry, that's just maybe what I'm destined to be,
I know that I'm not in charge of my destiny,
but I am glad that God assigned you two to me

Dear Music

thank you for being a friend
thank you for being there when my world was at an end
thank you for being the ultimate antidepressant
thank you for saving me from myself because I'm my own worst enemy

there's a lot I could thank music for, like giving me confidence when I walked through a door
or blocking out people in the morning on the bus
thank you music, for being there for all of us

This is a poem for those that think we have it easy,
So I'm giving you warning. These verses may make you queasy
Mom, had you wondered why I took up writing
My feelings down in metered rhyming?
It's because there have been days when I desired dying
Days where I had to put on a brave face, and continue silently crying
There were nights that I couldn't bear to see the morning Sun
Fighting my insecurities and trying to iron out my flaws, I felt like I was the only one
There were times when I fell into a hole and all anybody did was laugh or make fun of me
So I dug the hole deeper because no one wanted my company

There were days when I was sure I wasn't good enough
For anybody to care about or even consider knowing, my living was for naught
But every single time that desire became too great.
When I held that knife to my wrist or throat and my heart began to race
A voice in the back of my head would say
"Brandon, what would your mother think,
If she walked in and saw you bleeding in the sink?"

So I forced myself to get up and keep going, at the very least for your sake
And it wasn't easy with somebody judging or criticizing every step that you take
I'd have thought that saying, "I've taken 19 years of life what more can you bring?"
Would be enough to make the angels in heaven sing
But I guess I was wrong, like in Bart gets an F
No matter how hard I tried it seems like my destiny is to never know happiness, like at the bottom of a well.
So thank you Lord, for keeping me with a reasonable portion of health
And thank you mom, for keeping me going through my own personal Hell.

Hey Santa,  I know I'm a little old
But I wanted to write this letter out before it gets too cold
I'm 19 now and my requests have changed
I went from wanting a Red Ryder BB gun, to a batman action figure, to wanting something to sooth my inner rage

But now Mr. Claus, written down on this page
Is what I want this year, no tears if you can't deliver it I'll be okay
I want to have vigor and purpose
Among the people of the world outside of these written verses
I want to have a lust for life that cannot be sated
The kind of burning passion for life that no one cares how it was created
Basically, Santa on Christmas morn
I want to be a kid again, hopefully that won't get stuck in comets horns

If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow
just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow
tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body
chalk in the street the whole family meets
at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone

It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones
our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this

Up on melancholy hill
There lies a plastic tree
But sitting underneath that plastic tree crying
Sat a broken... Hurt... Me.

Until up the hill 
Came the Jill to my jack
We talked and all my walls came down
We connected thru our writings
And she changed me to all smiles from frowns

Where once stood anger came calm
I saw an angel in her purest form
Now I can hold her tight and say she's like a sweater, she keeps my heart warm

So if you're reading this and I'm pretty sure you are
**** the fates for making us live ever so far apart
But I guess that strengthens the bond between our hearts
:)

I'm a cherub but i'm far
From innocent
But even my somewhat prepared self
Was far from ready for this.

We met and she made her intentions clear.
Over some drinks at a bar
"I just got out of a relationship and I need
Someone to take my mind off it, think you're up for the job?"

I was shocked at her brutal honesty
So I nodded in agreement
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
I don't wander too far off the deep end
With her this evening...

Pouring down from the crying sky
the tears from heaven and angels songs
illuminate my face and mask my pain
that's why I so dearly love the rain

I can feel worthless and I still do
I can be dried up and misused
I can walk out onto the rain
and let all of that leave my brain

thoughtlessly wet, and consumed with a macabre happiness
I don't understand what you'd expect
Me to forget all the scars in my side
I would if I could but the wounds haven't died.

I can't bandage what I can't see
and I can't control what others, and even what I did to me.
I can control how I respond to pain,
I just walk into the deep thoughtless rain

DelBear 3030, this ink abuse is for you
A silent guardian of my sanity that's got my baseball team on you too
You don't judge, you simply abide when I'm talking to myself in my room lost in Depression or feeling especially despised

Del, the Funky Sox Bear you're a friend who's seen me laugh, cry, write, create And destroy
You've seen me through almost all phases, you're more than a toy
A silent fuzzy diary, I couldn't ask for a better friend,
Del The Funky Sox Bear And Nero, White Sox until the end

I'm depressed and deflated because it seems like it's either to lose or get shot is why we were created
Idve remained encouraged but this point can no longer be debated
How are you going to stop someone who doesn't even see a future staring them in the face misplaced patriotism stops you from seeing the tears and hopelessness on our faces that's written
Despair in the air because no one not even ourselves can find the strength to care optimism is a long lost memory
And even then our memories aren't pleasant by any means it seems all we are are muscular commodities fit for athletic endorsements and earning people but ourselves money but we can't use a platform because it would he like trying to preach to Vincent Van Gogh

I'm writing all of this from my perspective you know

I haven't written about desire
In a little while,
Ever just want to feel
Someone's presence?
Someone's soft skin against your own?
That's my desire
I guess i'm starved for affection which is what's causing
This strange inflection
To my words written and thought out
But with no doubt
Desire is a powerful weapon
An animal not to be tamed or contained
Desire... it can drive some people up more walls than a spider.

I'm drawn to you like a moth to the brightest flame
I couldn't have da Vinci draw you into my life, but I can think wistfully just the, same
The curve of your smile, that little twist of your hair
That scrunch of your nose when you laugh, whenever I see you i can't do much but stare

But if I told you all of this I'd probably be kicked aside or stepped on like a cheap set of stairs
So I guess it's only through these words that I can show that I care...

The worst feeling is loving someone
and them loving you back
but because they've been so distant
you don't know where their heart is at
Love is so tricky
even when your numb, desperate or picky.
sometimes it works with me, other times against
But still I'd take this woman, over any old *****.
I guess, no wait I really mean to say
is that even though I love her, when we aren't talking time goes in a reverse way.
the days feel like months, the weeks years.
I've tried to remain close with several other people I call my peers
but even thay can't compare to the soft spot in my heart.
we were closer once, but it seems like we're falling apart

I know she's older, and thus more responsibilities
but I'd give anything just to have her close to me
I hate having to live still just off of random memories
Writing stories, kissing, smiling,  making love
Letting our passion be known to the stars above
I try my best to be understanding
you know "I'll be there for you baby, no need for planning"
If my heart was the lunar Lander than she's the girl manning
But come on girl, show me some sign of life
please, please babe, because I'd hate for our love to die tonight

An uncut diamond is like a person,
The have more flaws than things that
Draw them to other people but
Much a diamond all of us need a jeweler to
Cut away these flaws so we can be seen
For the priceless gems that we are
Here to add beauty to a dark and depressing
World in flames where almost nothing stays the same
But true love and friendships and even thoughs
Are questionable at best

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

I guess I figured my life would be different I'd be on my own by now, I'd be self sufficient independent but that obviously isn't the case because I still occupy my parents space. I can't find a job though not through lack of looking, so I can't move out and start my train really moving

I keep feeling unacceptably inadequate to even exist any longer I keep asking myself "what am I doing?" Why am I still here? What in the hell went wrong? innocence feels so long ago and it does show how jaded and jarred and frostbitten and hard my heart has become of the years through the anger guitar playing and tears, and by my next birthday I might be drowning these feelings out Not in ink but in beer.

Or maybe I could finally get myself together and strike out alone a noble warrior finally having his own throne
You make me laugh imagination... maybe I need to get into my own zone

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

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

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

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

Don't you hate it when your train of thought is moving consistently and then something derails it?
Another idea or just a random thought pops into your head and displaces
Your concentration, this happens all too often now
With technology improving attention span goes down

and the more it goes down
the less kids play outside
and the less homework gets done

So as the sun sets all I can say is
Distractions are constant but attention you can afford to pay

you just gotta learn what you're paying to
and if the cause is really worth it because
the time you got on this here planet
is all you've got

I've had writers block for some time now, nothings seemed to glow how it should
No topic right now feels like it's been unexplored
But poetry isn't the movies, you use your words to take a snapshot of what you're feeling and what's going on around you
It doesn't have to astound you but it does help to ground you like a lightning rod

But let me guide you through what's in my mind now
A lot of noise, jumbled thoughts about someone from my past
What's funny is why does it have to be this way, is it fate? Some divine joke played on us because of her mistake?

If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Make cents, doesn't it?
I'm in life's drivers seat
But I don't have the gumption to gun it
Really own it, run it
Because of this consistent deceleration
My opinion on myself is really suffering to degradation
It's like Germany's currency after world war one
Worthless, wordless, like an unloaded gun
You ever know you deserve better but can't find anybody worth the time?
Yes I know I've whined constantly about this topic in rhyme
But it annoys me and breaks my heart at the same time
So if it don't make dollars it don't make sense, at least for now that's what I find

If i asked you to do me a favor
and let me hold you gently, because
you're simply an amazing beauty,
could you tear down the walls you built around
your fragile spirit, and let me?

If i wanted to be your personal stuffed animal
and listen to you spill all your secrets
and dry your tears up whenever tears fall
out of those lovely grey eyes,
could you open yourself up to me?
Honestly?

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

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FINALLY THE WORLD IS MINE
IVE BEATEN ALL RESISTANCE INCLUDING DIVINE
SO FINALLY I CAN TAKE THIS EARTH SO PRIMITIVE
AND SHAPE IT THE WAY I SEE FIT

I'LL TAKE THE EIFFEL TOWER AND REMAKE IT AS A ROCKET
I'LL TAKE THE SOUTHWEST AND SINK IT SO THE SOIL CAN SOFTEN
THE WORLD NOW BOWS BEFORE MY BOOTED HEEL
SO I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL

I'LL DEMAND THAT THE POETS CORNER USERS COMMENT CONSTANTLY
WHETHER THE PIECE IS GOOD OR BAD CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME YOU SEE
I'D VAPORIZE RUSH LIMBAUGH, I'D CRUSH BILL O'REILLY'S SPINE..

at least.. that's what I'd say If the world was mine

I don't get it, why do people live vicariously
through the viciousness and indirect idiocracy
ludicrous plots And sub par sub plots
why is it, then that dramas, not even very good ones got so hot?

I mean I have nothing against a drama if it's done correctly
but respect me and and my intelligence if you're going to write a dramatic show make it worth my investment
Give me a reason to watch again
don't just rely on Facebook posts from my friends

I won't extol anything that doesn't hold my attention I'm glad a show with a black cast is making it past my community onto others around the country but it just doesn't appeal to me

Dream Machine

wouldn't it be nice if we humans possessed a device
to record dreams it seems like that would be nice
now I think about it I would be disturbed
that's my subconscious summed into a blurb
but I guess the real test is turning our dreams from nouns into verbs
It's a simple speech change, but one that alters life
I guess we don't enter the dream machine, because we're afraid of strife

Don't wake me
please
I want my own world
not your reality
Call me an escapist
Call me a coward
but quite frankly I'm sick of earth
like atlas when he held the burden of the sky
I can't stop myself from wondering why
the world is so cold
to the young and to the old
the young have to grow up so much faster
to survive and even then they won't have a chance to really thrive
And the old are out in the bitter cold be it from past injustices karma or just having nowhere to go

So when the lights have gone off
and the world has shut down
I hope a crying falcon can whisper my words
my dreams, on its crying breath
that I lived with honor and left my heart inside my work
And let my words and thoughts find a home with someone alone that reads and my ink stains give them what they need