Nick Blanchard

Nick Blanchard Feb 2014

Guidance

Guidance.
Hm. Sounds like a fried trance,
Given bounds no reason why I can't,
Its your funeral, what if everything I say is a lie,
So cruel, ever stop to ask ' who's helpin' this guy '
When the truth is,
Some slackers sound so stupid,
Thinkin' David Caruso is Cupid,
How you say you speak intelligent,
When all my rhymes flow so elegant,
Then its time for you to know,
This lifestyle you'll outgrow,
Walk a mile in my shoes then we'll go toe-to-toe,
I'm the captain learn your position. Row.
So trapped in and era of transition so,
I'll pass you this, a lyrical miracle ,
Drop to your knees, its hysterical,
Those with soft hearts I'm sure your tears are full,
"Things are rough all over, Ponyboy."
So ill give you a little guidance, a ploy,
Along with a brittle and snide dance to annoy,
"Never settle without trust"
Followed to the letter you'll never bust,
Take heed only if listening is a must,
Oh so blistering to the touch,
And I know it wasn't much,
So take it with a grain of salt,
Else keep on the brain assault,
Crack a bottle of my main malt,
Down it before fighting this insane cult

Nick Blanchard Feb 2014

Spectacular vernacular

Why do I want to keep writing
Keys turn into strokes
Spectacular vernacular
How i do love to boast
I assume you're listening
what a difference i see
between those who live
and those who simply breathe
Without the choice to fail
Set course with the wind and - Sail!
This life makes me want to dance
keeps my mind off romance
which, under the circumstance
Is like watching growing plants
I've met a million juliets
but not one that could make me a romeo
welcome to the show
I'll rule this world on my own
look back on the seeds you've sown
see what you've shown
before you live in regret,
and old crone
a clone
of what you used to be
Ill never let it happen
at least not intentionally
I'll better this world,
one way or another
show this world what its like to grow up without a father
what you can be when you teach yourself
how you can succeed the prior self
I'm only getting better
never give up, never surrender.

Nick Blanchard Feb 2014

To those that try tirelessly.

To those who walk alone,
To those who seek a throne,
To those who would see the unknown
To those who would see a god overthrown
I call to thee

To that which addicts are drawn
To that which is used as a pawn
To that which would forget its own brawn
To that which would bury their future in the front lawn
I'll set you free

To my love, although we have not met
To my heart, each day, you sweat
To my soul, lest we forget,
To my future, made of pure karat
I'll one day see

To your struggle, while I can't relate
To your goals, allow me to demonstrate
To your hopes, may we all equate
To your dreams, albeit a thought of antiquate
I'll say be all you can be.

To our world, how she aches
To our universe, and each step we take
To our people, and for all of our sake's
To our speech, may the tower of babel break
I say follow your own creed.

Nick Blanchard Feb 2014

Cold Mold.

Its cold,
The kind of cold no sweater can warm,
The kind of cold that makes you feel old,
I've tried to break the mold
These faces spin, spin and swarm

I've put on a million masks
To accomplish one single task
Catch a visage, try to make it last
The moment's already passed
So I'll take another sip from a foe's flask

How could I tell you who I am
These faces spin, spin and swarm
Today I'll be tough, tired and torn
Tomorrow I'll be tried, tested and true,
One day I'll admit it was all for you

It's cold,
The kind of cold only we can master
I think its time to commit to a disaster
Before I can love I must love myself, so I'm told
Who could love me? Who could be so bold?

Nick Blanchard Dec 2013

One choice. One step.

One morning, a child took a step
Given a heavy choice, the burden of an adept
Given by a Mother, a modern day Lady Macbeth
That day, the child's soul darkened a depth

One high noon, a boy sang his tune
Not of joy, but chaos and ruin
In a little box, too much a drone like their own
With courage the boy fashioned himself a clone

On the dusk of one day, a man wept on his knees
For the greed and all the need
What we bleed for our own creeds
He grew strong seeding all the wisdom his knowledge could feed.

On the husk of the same night, a man held a scale in his hand
On each a foundation, one of love, and one of a life too grand
King of a proud nation, beloved father; an etymology planned
Even a clairvoyant couldn't see which position he'd man.

An old crow looked upon his life, sanity in tow
Remembering a light, a feeling he ought to know
That of purpose, of old money and status quo
For the wisest know, there is no escaping how old we grow.

Nick Blanchard Dec 2013

This is not poetry.

This is not poetry
These are not words
This is life, a perspective of constant strife
Keys to understanding
A conscience without remanding
A paradox of 'comprehanding'
I speak, as though commanding
You're undoubted understanding
Of syntax, reason and rhyme
Taxed as though we're all sublime
Thoughts mesh, create a melting ***
Flesh upon flesh
Mind upon mind
As though we all feel the same grind
This is a song
For those with soul
Could we even contemplate
What it takes to become whole
I speak not of me, myself and I
But ask if you could wonder why
We try, we cry, we lie
We let the sun die
I have seen the sun rise
Watched a friend as he dies
We cannot change the past
and while nothing is meant to last
I wonder, in perfect contrast
If truly this is my last task.

Nick Blanchard Dec 2013

Soul Soldier

Have you ever met one with a look in their eyes
that could hook fire from the skies
one with focus, balance, honor and force
the type of look that could leave all your dreams with recourse
he's a soul soldier one without remorse.

These eyes that mind
these ties that bind
have no room for compromise
when the sun dies
boom it's all lies

I do it for the name
I'm married to the game
when she leaves I face the trees
and the breeze
and the ******
and know I took pride in my day and wouldn't change it any which way.

And this time I rhyme as a sole soldier
that brings souls closure
to all but my own
I'd give it all and time away to see it any other way
and that about sums up my day to day
so when you see a soul soldier
don't ask him to stay
don't ask him to play
it's not your game he came to slay."

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