Let go of those old fears
That have somehow battled through the trenches of time
You've fought gruesome wars at night
For so many kaleidoscope years
Laying awake with the noise outside your pane
As the only tune to your madness
The civilian lives lost
The once-spirited homes burned to rubble
All to conquer the infantry of bombarding thoughts
That have emerged victorious for ages at the first light of the sun
A daring blow must be delivered to such malice
The respirating breath of triumph
Must grace the muggy walls of your lungs  
That sunrise must burn the awakening
Of all your ambitions and conquests
And you can rise from your slumber just nigh of death
As a warrior who will flatten what monstrous fights now may come
And when the moon shows his face
And the stars light his eternal shadow
You can step out into the wild
Adorned in the fruits of your courage
Let go of those old fears
That have somehow battled through the trenches of time

I heard, he gets super social during the winter,
and then lives the single life during the summer.

I heard he's a social butterfly,
charming as a satyr

I heard he used to live in the white house

I heard he has the coordination of a God,
balance so awesome he could walk across mountains
climb trees

I heard he's a wicked hedonist.

I heard he can jump 5 feet high!

I heard he is brilliant, like rocket scientist brilliant
Like can con you out of your pants brilliant.

I heard he INVENTED COFFEE.

I heard he's super curious
open,
like if he sees something new he
HAS to explore it.

Yeah, I heard he'll try anything twice.

I heard his sister has a beard

I heard she's super dominant

I heard he doesn't cry
I heard he doesn't even have tear ducts

I heard he can learn his own name, and come to it.

I wish I could party with a goat.

Write one line at a time.
Don't stress.
You'll come back with better ideas.
Or maybe sometimes,
it is best to leave

Your beheaded savior lies at your feet. Blood of the innocent fill the street. decaying bodies mangled meat, this is what must be done, to fulfill the feat. Take a seat and watch the cleansing balance. The bringer of truth, the bringer of light. Now you Have it. Some atrocities are done for the greater right.the world in your hands, trampled under feet.

I **** at writing poetry, but I do it anyway
Because life is an absurd struggle in
An impersonal universe, thus rendering
All efforts ultimately meaningless,
If that's the case, why shouldn't
I write bad poetry? If we are to, as
Camus says "imagine Sisyphus happy"
Then I'll keep rolling this metaphorical
Boulder of frustrated creativity up the
Mountain of artistic expression, in the
Misplaced hope that just maybe,
One of these times, instead of rolling
Back down and adding one more instance,
To that large pile of abject failures that
I've accumulated throughout my life,
It will stay at the top, rendering me
Successful, and making one of these
Jumbled word salad tangents into
Something that's actually worth reading.

...probably not gonna happen, though.

I was at the disco
Then everyone pointed
And said i was panicking
But i looked them in the eye
When i whipped my head around
And said "No, I'm the panic queen."

Everyday I wake up
I pour up a cup
Of that Crown brown
****** expression down I frown
Wish I could see my grand pappy
I hope you know I ain't happy
With ya presence gone
I cry from dusk to dawn still drawn
By your energy I know.you hear me
I remember back in 92
When you showed me how to tie my shoe
Young nigguh with no path in my mind
Now that ya demise I changed my mind
Wish more folks had thought like you
But they didn't know who I was messing with
Devils is spawning out the darkest pits
my brain stayed blitz
Ya went right after Uncle Douglass went
Though I rep heartless
But my heart couldn't part from this
It's full.of pain tears stains
On ya casket when it began to close
Stuffy nose stricken body suddenly froze My soul feel to the bottom of my diaphragm
Got **** I took big slam a grand slam
Now the four corners of earth are
No longer loaded atmosphere bloated
Wish I could take away all your agony
And tragedy
You felt since Grandma died and cried
For over 40 years 1000s of days
and Lonely nights
But im.just vibin' in my own zone
Cuz one day ya hear and the next ya gone

Now that I'm twenty seven
Im.still searchin' for Heaven
with peace on my mind
But hands on the mac-eleven
I'm ready for war
violence provoked by anger
Everywhere ya go be prepared
To face danger
I wanna know why God put me hear
Through this grief and sin
And when another love one dies
I feel like I'm going in
the ground I know everybody gotta time
But meanwhile.im.gone grind
But how can I grind when I got grimes
Weighin' in seems like every ghetto is destined
For the pen
Some.gettin' life to mild sentences
They say the courts is fair but
Nobody wants to defend
My peoples been livin' this struggle
Since the start of life I see nothing but strife
I stay loyal to.my Nina and wife
Even though society deceased
I still.hope for peace
But it really means war
As I take soar like an eagle
Roll through my barrio in a Buick regal
**** another brother shot dead in cold
With his head blown when will we learn
And the family hearts begin to burn
shakin' my head thinkin'
Life's too short Cuz one day ya hear and baby the next ya goneeeeeeeeee