You're a person with a standard,
Of your life, I look to become a part.
Me you'll never find meandered,
For you, I'll prepare the custard.
You may call it a pudding if desired,
Or you may just consume that.
But you be well-mannered,
I need you humble & well-behaved.

I was born in 1990,
Only 8 days shy of 1991.

Still, I am Generation Y.

She was born in 2000,
Nearly 6 weeks into it.

She's Generation Z.

Still, she responded to me,
Actually her mother did.

The matrimonial ad.

My parents had flashed it,
In a timely manner, they hoped,
That I can be married.

So, I went to their home,
I liked her for her youth.
And of course her eyes.

She was truthful and frank too.
She told me what she wanted,
She wanted a mature man.

When I told her that I was an artist,
She loved my poetry,
And commended my creations.

Soon that 'misunderstanding' happened,
And the Miss felt she was standing under,
To equate herself with me, she berated me.

Oh, I do want to marry her still,
Because in her I see a lot of potential,
But she'll have to change her behaviour.

And as she can't change,
Things she will have to realise.
I don't think that she can apologise.

There's a generation gap between us,
And the next generation can't say sorry,
Or just accept their mistake with humility.

King Earth
Baddest on the planet
Destroy you 1 push of a button
I make you dust
Messing with elements
Told you to call me
But you still cant afford me
Itll always be a game
****** dying 9 6
Even Pac said make changes
Instead you took his life
Been killing ever since
Take my life
Bet on it
Will be your last
This time a change gonna come
In the Lords name
Also all who been slain
Gotta act like 1
Thats 1 army
Ghosting ******
Let that smoke roll
Were taking the fight to
Your road
Your home
Know 1 things forsure
Gun in hand
Pull the trigger
Till its gone
You froze
A choke artist
Feeding off crumbs
Of dead bodies
The real talent
From daily acts of righteousness
End the day
Its a struggle
Together understand
We matter
Let this heal you
I pray to God
Pray your healthy
Safe
I love you
Here to care for you

This humble pie
Is more like a shiit sandwich on rye
With a side of sty
Now there's a plank firmly implanted in each pink eye
Life's painful, but I'm suppose to be too mocho to cry
No one knows how many times I've wanted to die
Or the number of times I gave it a good ol' college try
Who do you think I am... no really, who am I
I think I'm my own stories fall guy
Fall back on the lie
That I can fix it all with a slipknot neck tie
What's more influential? Good or evil
In my experience it's surely a tie
But between you and I
The devil has more pull that the "infallible" eye in the sky
Call 'em both out, see who stops by
Or even bothers to reply
My money's on the pitchfork guy


©2024

I can feel every eye roll
And all I did was pour out what was left of my soul
Looks like I might be the only one to see it from that angle
Like it's painful
I brush it off and project as being humble
Really I'm only diminishing what makes me emotional
It's just standard business as usual
A series of unfortunate events themed carousel
The victim blaming has become so casual
That I somehow become the spectacle
Put a screen between us and then I bet they'd care though
Convinced themselves I'm some kind of animal
Chomping at the bit, waiting to say "I told you so"
Waiting for said moment from the get go
Was it always the plan to poke at the volcano?
The saying only mentions a bear, though the volcano makes it more...what's the word...I don't know, disasterful...
That's not a word but that's what came to mind cause the mind isn't always rational
Whatever, anyway, on a long enough timeline you're bound to get burnt, we're all flammable
A majority of us are expendable
Not essential even if dependable
Reluctantly invited to the annual shiit show
The HUD flashes on arrival
"WARNING WARNING, CONDITION CRITICAL!"
But we've been lied to before, for example
Take a look at religion and the political
What's actual?
What's factual?
And what's just another game by Hasbro?
What are you looking at me for? I don't fuuckin' know
Try tying it to a white flag and running it up the flagpole

©2024

I wouldn't know the feeling associated with being valuable
I know vulnerable, I do know that
I know painful and invisible, dismissible and disposable
I know, "keep your nose outta trouble" hypocritical
I know the day-to-day that tries in every way to keep you face down while you play it off as being humble
It's your mind but can't join the huddle
While any spare time is stolen by the mental struggle
The battle plan is and always was simple,
"Toss more at him than he can handle,"
"More than humanly, no, humanely possible"
It's sad though
Because my recall is abysmal so I don't know
If I've never had my hands on a handle
****** from the get-go
Now just ruins of what was easily let go
By the many that have come before and there'll be more for sure though

©2024