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

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

It feels like I've downed about 3 shots because it's illogical unlike spock to let you back unbridled in my head I thought we were dead we were one at one time but to go back there we would need to rotate earth the other way around the sun because what we had was Russian Roulette using a howitzer as the gun because when it was great it was unstoppable but I'd give anything to get rid of these forget me nots so I can finally find peace on this chapter now I'm no rapper but I had to get all this off my chest because these verses are both cursed and blessed I guess I could make a gesture toward sanity but I couldn't be normal for the rest of my life...

The worst feeling in the world is having no inspiration no flow nothing to show even though you know its time for the dry streak to go even though nothings happened to bring out the creative side its like its curdling over my mind warps and bends trying to tend to my strange brains end i guess it depends on the soul abusing the ink and forcing it onto the page although dry streaks enrage because i have nothing to write that could hope to engage ill just write about what comes off of the top of my dome all alone all along the watchtower my god someones taking steel wool to my brain really scouring my thoughts and strange ideas or just good old daydreams it may seem like im crazy but quite frankly im becoming lazy i must apply myself to my poetic flow... ya know?

I grasped the sword
charged ahead at full speed
I don't know who will win
my opponent or me
we both trained for years
shared classes, friends even food
now our elders decided that our fates
shall lie within an age old contest,
out in the forest, we staged a duel.
I heard kunai hit the trunk behind me,
I instinctively turned around
dodged, parried, struck back as he aimed
to cut me to the ground
I struck back with two quick slices
aimed directly at the head,
we fought like dogs starved for days
like the moon struggling against the sunrise
I was grievously injured, but he couldn't win the fight.
I removed his head from his body
in one swift, fluid stroke


and then I awoke...
fighting my own brother
a nightmare that had been plaguing me for days, weeks on end.
why is it I keep on thinking, that maybe just maybe, it has roots in my past loves end?

Why did i learn not to cry?
Instead covering up my leaking plasma with mild mannered sarcasm and a half years worth of jokes that take pokes at love and deprecates what little self worth
I even have at this point, but i guess i could only tell you this story if you rolled up a joint
So go ahead and spark away, let your sensibilities fade... I'll wait.


Now that the good stuff is in the air i know you won't care but it goes back a few years and i feel tears fall down as into the mirror i stare
When was the last time i put all i had into the one i cared for? A few years ago and all of a sudden she dissapeared, my faith in love went with her i guess, i was blessed to have even been able to call her mine and she inspired countless rhymes of mine.

She was special, one in a million like a worthwhile investment
But like the stock market in the 30s we crashed and i was alone and shapeless like dust in kansas
So for the sake of myself and others i spent time alone
Rediscovering what self love is and stitching myself back together as my heart and head still recovered like a small town from harsh weather

I guess part of me is scared that that will happen again, even among friends.
But where one chapter ends another must begin
The hands left the wall and the writing is written
My past is my past and that's dead now. Though I'll never forget the harsh lessons.

I was once simply a tool
A device used only for death
Years and years of this
Caused rage to fill in my breast.

I lashed out at my tormentors
Slayed them, one by one
I finally had taken my revenge
until I hunted the last one.

A security drone, I had left alone
had fallen into the main reactor,
On the floor above there
I was feeling the effects after.

Another experiment warped me
back into the still undamaged past.
I woke up in 1932,
in a giant field of grass.

Born to be more
than what life made me.
Forced to be a entertainer,
longing to be free.

Singing and dancing
for the rich shogun.
Yet my spirit still intact
tho they thought they had won.

Singing the songs
of long dead men.
Hoping for a light,
a true sort of friend.

Lost in another time,
far from what was mine.
I stood up sharpened my weapon
s and decided to go for mine.

I walked to the nearest village
and asked what was going on.
The locals said they were having
a party for a rich shogun.

Interested, I walked inside to
see decorations so gaudy.
I looked around and saw a woman
with a wonderland of a body.

Minding my own business, j
ust sat singing a song.
About how hard life is
and all things that went wrong.

Geisha I was,
a slave to the rich.
Doing what I was told,
no better than a *****.

Sold I was at the of twelve,
to feed a family I once loved.
Well that turned to hatred,
and here I was shoved.

Sat in a corner,
doing my time.
Servitude ,
without committing a crime.

I couldn't hold it in,
I walked up to the stage
Picked up a guitar and played along,
she looked quite amazed.

I smiled at her,
and she smiled back
Then all of a sudden screams were heard, two geishas coming downstairs followed by a guy who was very fat.

Standing and bowing,
just playing my part.
As absolute terrier
struck deep in my heart.

" Master,
is there aught I can do.
Come and listen
I shall sing just for you."

Come to me he did,
his face flaming red.
Slapping me hard,
with nothing being said.

I took up my sword
and said leave the lady alone,
She walked out incensed,
I followed her up the road.

Fires burning bright,
like flames deep in hell.
I wanted to be free,
my soul I would even sell.

I could not not do this,
no not anymore.
Turning I said
" what the ******* following me for."

Shamed for my actions,
but too shy to say.
I turned beet red
and just walked away.

I said I've never met a woman
with that much backbone.
And quite frankly my dear,
you shouldn't be alone

They've sent men to **** you,
they should be here rather fast
I ducked rather quickly
to evade a Sharp axe.

Throwing a knife,
my aim good and true.
Right in the throat,
flying straight through.

Throwing another,
this one just as good.
Killing him dead ,
right where he stood.

" attack me will you,
you cowardly swine.
I will spit down your throat
and rip out your spine"

Kicking him once
I turned back around.
My feet hitting hard
on the dirt packed ground.

Kusarigama unleashed
several seconds later.
I cut several down
to the size of second graders.

I look back at you
and say I think that's all of these fools
****** knives handed back
i ask how'd you learn that at school?

"My real father was a ninja,
he taught me some stuff.
Being a girl,
you had to grow up tough."

When he died,
breaking my heart.
I was sold to this,
now playing my part.

But no one touches me,
unless I want them too.
Yet I am done with all this,
finished, I am through.

I will just survive,
living of the land.
No more to be owned
by any foul man."

I don't intend to own you
In fact I'm not from this time
I Am though not native here,
so I do require a guide.

Confused I must look,
when him I did face.
"So you're not from this time
or from this place?"

I started to laugh,
it's all I could do.
Did he expect me to
accept that as true?

I just kept walking,
My mind on every sound.
I guess it's alright,
I can lead him around.

"Fine I will help you,
Where you need to go?"
I can lead you East,
down to Tokyo."

What if I could prove
that I'm from a different time.
I took out a disc and showed her what will happen
to her life over the years and mine.

I said, we still have company, I take my sword out, Nevan was her name,
duck in about 5 seconds
if you don't want to meet a blade.

Duck I did,
as the blade went on by,
Snapping my wrist,
letting a knife fly.

" What the hell?
Could this night get any worst.
Am I to be forever hounded
and endlessly cured?"

Sitting on the ground,
counting up the dead.
Touching my cheek,
my hand turning red.

The blade must of nicked me,
I just watched the blood drip.
My life was unravelling,
I was losing my grip.

I grabbed the dear woman
and threw my shuriken at the attempted killer.
I knocked him off a cliff,
his body becoming chiller.

I took her to a cave and patched her lovely cheek,
I Sat beside her and started a fire.
I sat down with a drink
and contained my desire.

Shaken to the core,
by kindness so fair.
All I could do was sit
and just stare.

This strange man,
who was not even of my time.
Had me hoping and wishing,
I could claim him as mine.

But hope and wishes are
for the happy and the weak.
I am sure he would love
someone feminine and meek.

Shaking my foggy head,
I start to cook dinner.
Wishing still I was tall
and so much thinner.

I said what's your name fair maiden,
how'd you end up here
You look much too beautiful
To working as hard as you do my dear.

My name is Xero,
I'm from another time
And while I'm here I must change the future
Because right now I'm stuck in this time.

"My name is Aura,
a name my father did give.
I become a geisha
so my family could live.

Sold for money,
and trained to preform.
So the rich can mock
and look on with scorn.

To own one is grand,
to be one: living hell.
That is my story,
really not much to tell."

Ashamed of my past,
tho pure I still be.
Yet I had my doubts,
he would even believe me.

Your words are soft spoken,
and have a ring of truth
I was poked and prodded,
like an animal in a zoo.

I'm nothing more than
a human science project.
At least that's what I was told
before I broke their worthless necks.

Anyway it seems we both have pasts
we aren't proud of.
But to me you're beautiful,
like I'm a falcon and you're a small white dove.

Blushing so red,
I took him by the hand.
" You are more than what they made u,
ur a kind honest man.

Stand tall,
be proud of who you became.
And I swear to you,
I will try and do the same.

Life had beaten us,
trying to teach us to fear.
But to hell with all that,
we survived and still here."

I smiled for the first time
in several years
I said but **** it, I'll probably never get over all of these ****** Tears.

I look back at her and said Aura,
such a simple supple name.
I sighed longingly
and whispered the same.

I look into his eyes,
as my name whispered past his lips.
A electrical current
tingled at my finger tips.

Wanting to touch him,
but knowing I can't.
I started to hum
a lovely sad chant.

Looking in the fire,
watching the flames burn.
Just like inside me,
it did dance and churn.

I looked into those deep blue eyes
and saw all the pain.
I saw nothing but tears
flowing Down like rain.

I hugged her tightly and said
You'll never cry again
I know your future, you'll do wonderful I'm serious you'll be free but I'm here for you until then.

Free: it felt strange on my tongue,
could it truly be.
Was I actually allowed
to finally be me.

Did I want to be free?
a question inside my head.
Perhaps I wanted to be owned
by this man instead.

I felt connected to him,
deep in my soul.
A sense of belonging,
my heart all aglow.

I look at you and say
Aura why do you stare at me so longingly
I told you your future
You won't belong to anyone ever again and your wounds both physical and mental will be sutured.

"It is nothing really,
just shock is my guess.
We should probably eat,
and get some much needed rest."

Cooking a rabbit,
turning it to stew.
A longing for more,
but it could never come true.

Now standing by the fire,
my arms wrapped around my waist.
Longing for his lips
and just one simple taste.

My senses heightened,
I set myself behind her
My human side desperately
wanting to be inside her.

I kissed her neck lovingly
and massaged her shoulders
It would be weird,
making love beside boulders.

I leaned into his body,
loving how he did feel.
Turning around,
a loving kiss I did steal.

Wrapping my arms around his neck,
playing with the hair at his nape.
My body and lips silently begging,
for him me to take.

Biting his lip,
I shivered in delight.
This just felt to perfect
and so deliciously right.


touching and caressing her body
felt like a natural instinct.
I held her like a little girl holding her favorite dolly
firm, but gentle and sweet.

I kissed down her neck and nibbled at her flesh
I wanted her scent all over me.

Wrapping my arms around him,
I clung to him for life.
My life was a hard one,
but he ends all my strife.

Feelings I thought long dead,
begin to whisper in my ear.
Holding close this gorgeous man,
the man I hold so dear.

I lick and nibble his neck,
His flavor on my tongue.
He is the beautiful note,
that my lips has always sung.

She had the body of a goddess
i was simply a lonely priest
i whispered my intentions
to her with some degree of ease.

i slid her dress down
to reveal her supple *******
i gently held them softly
then proceeded to ****** and caress

I licked on her lips
i put my hands on her hips
i whispered may i pleasure you fair maiden
because your body is a wonderland,
and i intend to make several trips.

My soul sang with delight,
as his lips made their rounds.
Panting out my pleasure,
from my mouth wanton sounds.

The passion fire burns bright,
As I rocked up my hips.
Feeling every loving touch,
from his sweet finger tips.

His tongue drove me wild,
as he tasted from my flesh.
My heart melted from his love,
oh I was so truly blessed.

My hands ran up his back,
my nails raked back down.
Til I was holding his ***,
so nice and juicy round.

i slid my hand in between her thighs
and rubbed her soft sweet ****
i felt myself rise with excitement
and she was so wet she began to slip,

i slid her dress all the way off
naked she was in front of me completely bare
i was so shocked at her beauty
i could do naught but drunkenly stare.

i regained my composure, and began to kiss her body again.
i set  myself between her luscious thighs
so i could eat her womanly den.

she tasted like a well aged wine
her juices so warm and sweet
i knew another woman I’d never have to find
because this girl just couldn't be beat.

His fingers dipped inside,
stroking my melting heat.
slipping in so far,
it was so overwhelming sweet.

I ****** up my hips,
to greet his thirsty hand.
Howling to the world,
My love for this great man.

Rolling him over,
I sat upon his ****.
Sinking him even deeper,
As i began to rock.

I placed his hands upon my breast,
Ohhh how he made me shiver.
My core began to melt
and my legs, they did quiver.

i held her close to my body
her sweet ******* so tasty in my mouth
I told her she was being ever so naughty
her core was wet as a freshwater trout,

i bent her over
the campfire now slowly dying
i slid back inside her
now taking her from behind

He had my heart jumping,
my breathing began to hitch.
"oh come on baby **** me,
I been a naughty *****."

I looked over my shoulder,
as into to me he did pound.
He slapped my *** once,
than grabbed my globs so round.

Moaning into the star filled sky,
I tightened around his shaft.
He had me losing my mind,
He was master of this craft.

A *** god reborn,
my soul mate supreme.
Knowing just where to touch,
that makes me wanna scream.

I reach between my legs,
and grab his perfect *****.
As we both let out into the night,
our lustful mating calls.


I made sure to please my woman,
then laid down with her on top
her arching back against the moonlight
my god i felt myself about to pop.

I spread her legs wider
and looked her dead in the eyes.
I finally released inside her
I  fell down dazed and high from our burning desire

I laid back down tired as all ****
I literally just met this girl last night
and we’re making love like this?
i dont know whether its lust.

Or some form of quick
acting love .
all i know is i must make her mine
before i'm sent up above.

I felt him erupt inside,
his cream flowing in deep.
I came in a flood,
and the feeling was so sweet.

Rocking my hips against him,
as I milked his **** dry.
I lowered myself to his warm body,
my head upon his chest did lie.

How this love came about,
I could never hope to explain.
He is embedded deep in my heart,
and I will never ever be the same.

Drifting off to sleep,
with a smile upon my lips.
I nestled close as I could get,
with his shaft still between my hips.

I love animals, especially birds of prey
And the eagle in particular is the one we'll discuss today
Majestic, wide wings and an almost regal personality
Seeing an eagle in flight is like watching your dreams turn into reality

Now, I didn't think of this solely for our heavily feathered friends
I thought of Eagles because someone reading this could think that the hard time they're in won't end.

Well, like an eagle, use the wind of the storm to carry yourself beyond the pain
We're all here for you, you're an eagle in all but name

I swear you've become the earworm, that gets stuck in my head
Your eyes are like falling rhinestones, like Gorillaz said.
Why I have to be so far away... that's something around which I couldn't begin to wrap my head

Even when I've got sunshine in a bag, the future is still rather uncertain
Because sometimes my life is more unpredictable than the spread of vermin
But...

If i had to pick someone to navigate those uncertain tides
To listen to my ******* on long car rides
I'd pick you in a heartbeat
..
Hell maybe even a seizure induced spasm

About 6 blocks east of Mars
There's a heavenly body amongst the stars
And if you look very closely
It's identifiable mostly
It's obviously you, that cosmic wonder out in space
With galaxies comprising your eyes and supernovae making up your face

An interstellar beauty beyond compare
How I wish I could fly amidst the stars, and met you there

The sounds of sadness
The cacophony of a disorganized mind.
The pulsing heartbeat of the anxious
These are the echoes of the mind

The tears of depression
Bouncing against hard unforgiving concrete
The silently searing scars on the subconscious
A pain that cannot be beat.

These sounds echo all around us
Yet it seems we turn an unlistening ear
Just because you cannot see the scars
Doesn't mean somebody isn't fighting a battle my dear

Einhander.
One hand in German
As a reference two a one handed sword
But said sword falls before the might of the pen
My friend,  the pen truly is the mightiest weapon on this earth.
You could end careers and start up new ones, all in how you arrange your words
So poets, remember to use the pen with cadence and care
For though a wound from av sword may heal, the writing will always be there

I began to wonder something
Why is it we demonize when we disagree
Politically?
And then it hit me, most of the time
Its because you haven't seen the world from behind someone else's eyes.

Have you ever been bullied, beaten, or otherwise threatened, simply because of your last name having a Spanish accent or because your skin has the chemical melanin?

Have you ever been close to execution because of your faith?
Or are you too busy making sure that yours is the one in majority that remains,
Have you ever been thrown out because of who you love

Or because these things have never happened to you.. you don't have the sense of empathy to understand that experience like people aren't uniformly made, because thats what makes humanity great

Though our outsides and lives are different, inside we're the same.

I'm empty, drained, this is a charade I can no longer maintain.
I'm sick of waiting on sunshine when clearly I'm destined for rain
I'm sick of no one giving a **** about me
I'm sick of people saying to my face they believe in me but behind my back they doubt me.

I'm sick of investing my time and feelings into someone that never gave a ****
I'm sick of pouring my heart out to someone only to be ignored or left alone to drift.
I'm sick of cupids controls on my life.
let's be honest here, I'll never in a million years find a wife.

I'm sick of having to be so **** insecure.
I'm sick of no one needing me like I need them
I'm sick of no one showing the same affection and care to me that I do them

I'm empty now. thank you friends.

You, know I've given this some thought
and these following words come straight out of my heart.

Entitled.

That's everyone's favorite word to describe everyone my age
They seem to look at us with disdain, and in some cases blatant rage
But I gave it a day to simmer over
And you know what?
We are entitled. All of us are.
We're entitled to a world we didn't Choke to death with coal, fracking, poisoned water and cars.
We're entitled to an age when you don't get arrested and incarcerated for token up with some friends and blazing, or for protecting our loved ones ending up behind bars

You're right, we're entitled to an Era when you don't have to carry debt to the grave to pay off a 4 year investment
And a world where we can love and live as who we want, without judgement,
Now, I know put of shape while you read or hear this you might get bent.

Entitled.

You're right, but not in the way that you think
Because you've thrown everything at us but the proverbial kitchen sink.
But we're still here, and not going away.
Call us entitled all you want, but we're taking that word back today.

I've been ****** over and left for dead what makes you think I can't rise up and lyrically behead at least you were honest and said that you genuinely didn't like me but ******* I tried to pursue you I put my pride to the side told you all my demons i contained inside now I have to excorsice my hell from this ****** hellion I'll burn your soul like Ether either you or that ashy **** that's been on your nuts since day one I slay son ******* and him he can have your drunk *** I've blasted on to bigger and better things than an anorexic ***** who only is honest when she's of the **** I glimpsed what could've been and you through it away it's too late now watch me make millions and you'll be the first call offering up ***** like it's on a dinner plate ******* ******* wasting people's time eating my heart like a sandwich you should've made me now you can eat these nuts oh wait you've already had enough dragged on your face maybe even had a few golden showers you little coward

life's funny isn't it?
I'll compare it to a VCR
when the good times are rolling
it's stuck in fast forward
but when the pain sets it's stuck on slo-mo
It's like sometimes life can be like a yoyo
Or if you're like me, sometimes you'll be thrown out of the familiar
like Dorothy and Toto

Or when your heart breaks and your earth quakes and when you fall in love just looking at them gives you the shakes
Or when someone betrays you you respond by throwing shade
like a looming tree in the Florida everglades

basically what I've learned is take life once a day everyday
not every day will leave you in ecstasy but the good comes with the bad
just keep on living, and when I'm gone don't be sad

What most people don't realize
is that inspiration lives in front of your eyes
pain is often it's favorite disguise
but it also takes other forms to hide
love, hatred, lust and beauty
and we as poets must fulfill our duty
to catch inspiration in all of its forms
and pen it down with ink, so our voices can't be ignored.

You ever make contact with someone
And you can already picture them bent over the sink lavishing in lust that's wanton?
Eye see that eye *** is a real problem
And one quite frankly I don't plan to solve Umm it's like window shopping, most people want what they cannot have
So it's sometimes very thrilling to mentally reach out and grab
That stranger on a train, or that beautiful attendant on the plane
And jump into that bathroom and **** until you've both gone insane

Oh what I'd give
if closer to you I could live
What's going on?
Is the fate forever opposed to my happiness?
I knew you would be something different
Loyalty and genuine love is so hard to find nowadays when I stumbled onto you I discovered why it didn't work, and I was still running through loves strange Rat race.

It's amazing what you find
I wasn't searching for love in fact at the time
I was going to be alone not leave my home and punish all those people I thought had lied
telling me that I deserved the best but weren't giving me a chance
like I knew I could step but I wasn't invited to the dance.

Now I'm happier than I think I've ever been in my life
when I'm talking to you all the stress falls out of my life
it's like I was a storm that you calmed
that mutt on the side of the road that you brought in and nursed back to warmth.

I guess if I can make it simple
I love you, everything about you, your hair your eyes abd those cute little dimples.

So you text me thinking we can resolve our problem
I'm still bearing wounds but I thought we could solve them
What's wrong then? I genuinely thought you were there,
But clearly it seems like you don't care

I thought you had my back,
But obviously you didn't.
Loyalty is what you lacked.
Bottled up animosity was what was hidden

And that we're channeling into what is written
So here's what I'm spittin I'm through splittin hairs about our problem
If you need me reach out to me
Don't expect me to read your mind

I'm not some kind of saviour.
I was just trying to be your friend.
Don't expect me to tolerate rude behaviour.
My hand I won't continue to lend.

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

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

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

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

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

I remember as a kid,
I'd daydream like others did
I'd drive an empty box and play with my toys
And that was my ticket for a fantastic voyage
I'd be in dimension X or on Jupiter's 3rd moon
And I wouldn't have to leave the sanctity of my room
And while I was battling evil monster number 9
I could walk down the hall into the living room for dinnertime

So call me old, call me a nostalgic freak
But before they put me in a coffin and I float down the creek
I'd gather all my plastic friends, stark and unique,
And go on one last trip, to give myself peace.
And on my deathbed I'll be clutching comic book toys,
In my head I'll be on my final fantastic voyage

To my ladies with a little extra meat on your bones
There's no reason you should cry or think you'll forever be alone!
If you don't have a Barbie doll waist
and if you have a bit more jelly in every place
You know what that means, you have a whole lot more ****, and when you were built to contain
All of the love, passion, and ****! that's what you were built to maintain!

Now to quote the late great Freddie Mercury
His music is something I hold very dear to me
And this is dedicated to my thick women with style by the pound
and I quote, "Fat Bottomed Girls you make the rockin world go round!"

what are you truly afraid of. don't be shy spit it out
we all have fear, that's not in any doubt
Are you afraid, of heights, snakes or dogs, cats maybe? bugs? or the occasional frog?
what about tight spaces, lonely areas or clown faces?
come along son I haven't got all day,
drop your guard and let's play
you won't get anywhere if alone your burdens you bear
what are you fearing right now... I won't judge you I swear.

What am I afraid of? that's an interesting question
And I thank you for asking in this interview session
Not to many things cause me to shake in fright
I dislike tight spaces but they don't give me the shakes
I'm creeping out by clowns but not just the face
I guess the only things on this earth I'm truly afraid of
Are loving with no purpose, just being someone's favorite doll
The only other fear that I care to mention
Is if one of these writings of my invention
doesn't touch someone, in some way shape or form
I'd hate too write for no reason, it's like not facing a Dawn

Ding Ding
let me in
so I can cause doubt
in every place within
As much as you claim
to be a man that doesn't know me
we're familiar with quite the history
I mean who doesn't know me

****** fear, can't you just leave me alone
I can't stand to try to live another day on my own
I can't let my heart and mind roam
anymore, I'm scared to develop feelings again but
I'm gonna put myself thru the door

NO YOU WON'T! YOU'LL SIT AROUND WATCHING DUBIOUS MOVIES ON WEBSITES WONDERING WHY YOU CAN'T GET ANYBODY TO STAY IN YOUR LIFE!

SHUT UP FEAR IM SICK OF YOU TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE
GO **** A FAT ONE OFF, MAYBE ACTUALLY PLEASE DEATH YOUR WIFE!

I'm seeking fulfillment and purpose and a job if i can find one that's worth it
For sure it's not easy to remain vigorous and happy in face of things that make you queasy and not to sound sappy
But maybe if the sun came out then i wouldn't feel so ******,
because i feel out of place like a straight hair where every other  strand is curled and *****
But what if i started feel good inc, and manufactured happiness to the masses I'll make a killing like a colorado grass grower, maybe then I'll show them that
You can make money doing anything under the right circumstances but my chances are slim for that ever happening like Wayne Gretzky not wearing 99 on the ice

Or maybe, just maybe, we could all spread some love outside

Feeling Frisky
And you're looking ****
I keep looking at you
And your features bless me

My eyes drink you in
I swear I can feel a buzz
You may have heard all of this before
But I'm telling you again just because

It's so tempting, to just run over
Grab you and absolutely ravage you
And believe me it's hard to control this urge
But I guess you'll never notice me
So I'll put these feelings down in verse

Time marches on
Like an never ceasing slog
But as I travel through life's bog
I never repeat the scenery

As I journey through the rolling pastures
Rivers valleys and canyons rapture
I always stop and try to capture
What lies in front of me

So my advice to other travelers
Is to sit around and begin to gather
Memories, or would you rather
Make the journey dull and forgettable

Sit in your seats
You got popcorn right?
So reelman, please start the show
Or we'll be waiting all night
The reels start to spin
The images begin
To light up the giant wall
All of our eyes have focused upon
The illusory art of visual storytelling
That has gained so much admiration
From millions (and millions) across the nations
You can have your Netflix
You couldn't **** the radio station
And even though the industry's saturation
Has long since tainted the silver screens reputation
Some magic and memories from tinseltown are still created
And their impressions cannot be duplicated

I'm finally free from someone that never did belong to me
I'm finally free as a falcon in the sky
I see know you weren't worth all those tones I cried
I'm finally free like the damphir that is my namesake
I can finally attach myself to someone who cares for their and my sake
I'm finally free these chains have been lifted from me
I can now see it was never meant to be between us
you did me a favor by saying no so thank you very much!

Exploding
Snapping
Crackling and occasionally whistling
As they soar through the night sky
To a glorious explosion that lights up our eyes
Bringing out the wondrous child that's sometimes
Lost to us and we need to rediscover that youthful exuberance and wonder
And faith in that everything will eventually be all right

And that's why I'm so thankful for the fireworks tonight

Cloth with colors on the front and sides
under which nationalism is disguised
In my eyes both flags have represented atrocities
the trail of tears, the destruction of a culture and the enslavement of another

But, society has changed significantly since then, we've gone through several wars, had protests, civil actions, and changes in law, so why can't we finally all just say we're different, but still friends?

Problem is hatred is still taught,
think about those nine people in a church that were shot.
9, caring people practicing their faith
were tragically killed because of indescribable hate.

now I'm all for knowing your roots, and being proud of where you're from.
but don't let that blind you to progression, away from the dark days of before

Float like a butterfly and sting like a Bee
THERE AIN'T ANOTHER BROTHER IN THE WORLD AS BAD AS ME
Some of the words spoken by the greatest himself, Muhammad Ali
A man with more speed and skill
Than there are rabbits for hunters to ****
Controversial?
Undoubtedly
But such is the life of a man in a chaotic time
Civil rights movement, the Vietnam War were weighing heavily on the American people's minds.

But the greatest has passed on now, and it truly is a tragedy.

So for one last time, Float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee

I'm a kicked puppy, well wolf in my case
a lot of my wounds are still visible all over my face
yet as I wander from place to place
my heart opens up, wanting Someone to fill the space

Maybe not as lovers, maybe just as friends
but you can always tell when something special begins
If someone sees you at your worst and knows you at your best
keep that person around because you sir or madam are blessed.

So thank you, for being someone to show this wolf care,
thank you for helping me write out of me,
pain I didn't know was there

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

The windy city we take no pity on fools who come through and act high n mighty like a committee if you with me shout once now twice and let me tell you why my city is so nice we don't bite we invite and write our problems on this page a city full of wizards and I'm the level 60 mage Our bulls are red with rage 6 championships always rattling the cage Michigan avenue where the clothes are so nice and the ice is tight catch the loop roll around all day and night despite the fights on the south and west sides that's right your hood here is by geographical methods not epileptic or mathematics accept it we're a new breed a strange sensation the toughest in the middle of the nation as the seasons change we only get stronger call dibs on the parking spot with a lawn chair don't despair we all no you don't wanna leave
welcome to Chicago, my city!

Forever Alone is probably my fate
because I only found one that I'd be more than happy to call my mate
She would've been treated like a queen
And I'm being Oh so sincere
Idve treasured her so previously
And held her so dear.

But these are the pangs of unreturned affection
be careful where your heart goes it's prone to misdirection
I finally got up the nerve to tell her how I feel
she let me down easy, said she didn't want distance
I just wanted a girlfriend worth a ****,
But maybe that's not what I'm meant for it's

Like I get knocked down, or kicked around
no one sees the tears behind my mask of a clown
underneath my laughter lies years upon years of pain
Love forever eludes me
Cupid Probably laughs in my face, and spits on my head
knowing I'll be alone when they find me dead.

you know what's strange?
it's like for every friend I gain
I lose two more
especially when you ready give a **** about someone it makes you kinda bitter to the core
Why is it this keeps happening? I already listlessly wander, now I have reason to wander more
Since no one seems to want me around I'll just go find life and see what it has in store

I mean I know I'm not perfect but don't just leave with no reason,
I guess they were right, for everything, and everyone there's a season

There's only so much bitter water,
That a human being can swallow
Before the taste rots my mouth
And seeds grow of doubt
That sweetness and joy will arrive tomorrow.

I have taken life's medicine.
Sometimes I've overdosed
I try to be optimistic but guilt is imperialistic.
It's like staring into a mirror, and seeing only forlorn hope

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

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

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

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

I'm pretty sure people have told you
You're beautiful, bur have they showed you
Their need for you, in those sweatpants at 3 am at the store
Or when you don't have makeup on not feeling your best
Have they still seen that same beauty, as if you were at the oscars dressed to impress?
Has anyone kissed you so deeply, it melts your soul?
Has anyone held you tight, and you prayed you didnt have to let go?

They have? Well you're one fortunate soul...

Nighttime is upon us
the kids are all in bed
thoughts of sugar highs in the morning
now dancing in their heads.

But what's on my mind
isn't of the family friendly kind
I'm thinking of her soft flesh
against my body, in a seductive grind.

Laying on my bed with her controlling my body
Rewarding me when I'm good, spanking her when she's naughty
I must be a tomb raider because I intend on exploring her body,

I want to touch and caress every inch
of those dangerous, treacherous curves
Give her ******* a slight pinch
and feel her body tingling and stimulating all of my nerves.

After the 4play is done the real fun can begin
I want to go down on her and lick every inch
I want to be inside her
my god she's driving me mad with hormones and desire

Just sitting back kicking back kicking facts on a track showing no slack never whack rap isn't just black is universal and that's a fact it's like when I write I direct My own movie like spike Lee it seems to me that loose leaf abuse to ink is therapy not hairapy it's not the hair it's the brain underneath it I believe it when I see it so by all means come kick it or split it down the middle with a complex riddle or rifle not to trifle with
This niche of my life is hell bent or heaven sent I'm not sure which I know there's a plan for me I can't see it yet but you can bet I'll do my best to fulfill my expectations without jealousy infidelity or me disrespecting you blatantly or indirectly

You ever have someone you care for try to be there for I do and I know that she's a good person, not my girl friend but Someone that I'm close to but she's on a self destructive path and I'm trying but nothing seems to get thru to her I hate her boyfriend fir what he decided to do to her i tried to play surgeon to suture her wounds and be a good friend because I'm dutiful but all I asked is that she meet me halfway and I'll go in the rest but **** it she won't help herself and rest and unless she changes I'll lose one of my best friends I'd hate myself if I didn't try and her life ends

I don't know where or why I fell down again it's like sadness is an inescapable stalking fan but that's when I pickup this old reliable pen it's old and tested but its always gotten the job done so now I need to confront these feelings with an ink loaded gun.

breathe

Let me start by saying I love my family and I know that they do mean well but sometimes they unintentionally put me through hell first off I don't mind helping with basic maintenance my grandpa is getting up in age so like dollars it makes sense
But why is it I'm always the number one draft pick for every single job?
The very least you can do is offer to help him out my god!

Secondly, to my aunt who I show the utmost respect towards
I know you want the best for me but meddling in my life while letting yours fall down the tubes can win you some Darwin awards.

I hated that I had to write this but I needed to get this of my chest,
So maybe me putting this into verse was for the best

**** love
**** hate
**** this entire world and all those that give me hate

*******
**** me
**** everything it seems

**** lust
**** feelings
because all they do is leave me seeking what I can never find

I've been ******
Not by a girl
Not by lust
But by love itself
There isn't a manual so you can't seek any help
From getting shot down after I plucked up the courage to ask
To getting my heart broken and crying tears from my eyes to my ***
I mean, I've had the good the bad and the ugly,
And I have someone now who genuinely loves me
But part of me is expecting to get hurt again
And going back to where I was before
Lost, without a friend 
I mean needs as well ******* hell I swear love is the strangest thing to have to figure out
I want this to work, I don't wanna get hurt and yet I wanna let her know what my feelings are I never wanna become an  insensitive ****...

**** it .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seems the only things that don't change
are music and the words written on the page
but the media changes minds and defines
what beauty is even though that trait is only skin deep
And Now to get brutal like ice cube on No Vaseline.

ahem

Okay first off **** "reality" Shows because all they do is objectify humanity and encourage men and women to become hoes because then you'll get A Tv show
**** Fox news because all they do is try to criminalize my skin tone or the way I express myself even though I may be trying to go ahead and spread wealth to the wealthless so ***** them for blindly supporting the wealthiest
**** Congress up the *** with no Vaseline or oil why did we vote those morons in if they weren't even thinking about anything but oil
**** Society and all the double standards because of one thing goes one way it should go another I know this anger is random but I had to get my feelings onto the page because I had to vent this bottled up rage