The man lays on the side of the road,
Looking raggedy and feeling old,

Bandanna on his head,
And wearing ripped jeans,

His mind thinks back,
to the good times in his teens,

In the heat of the day,
He sits and he sings.

Only his guitar for company,
As he plucks at the strings,

In his hey day, he had lived like a king,
Now he sits alone counting his sins,.

Remembering all the people, who have come and gone,
Sometimes the days can seem so long,

In a blink of an eye life can change,
So be kind to other's, As you bask in your glory,

Don't be so quick to judge,
Because we don't know their story.

As my heart grows ever more cold,,

I'm becoming a person,
That was never foretold

Your actions becoming increasingly bold,

Your hand is getting harder to hold

And now i am aware of the lies that you sold,

Our love is beginning to unfold.

Freedom of speech,
Gives us the
freedom to teach,
As long as we can get past
The political leach,
We need to open people's eyes,
There are many to reach,
But it's all pointless,
If we don't live,
by the words that we preach.

We live in a world of heartache and violence,

Is it surprising,

that many choose to suffer in silence?

Oh,
you can get through this,
its true,

And even in the darkness,
The stars shine for you !

I once had a bright vision,,

Now I'm trapped in my own head,

That has become my mental prison!!

I have grown alot,
In many different ways,
No longer do I have Such hidden rage, Instead I let it out,
My thoughts are the ink That glides across the page,
My soul is no longer Locked in a cage, And even after I'm gone,
My mind is immortal,
It will last for an age....

All this hyped up glam and glitz
  giggly girls break down in fits
    these mascara clad boys devoid of wits
The shallower they go,  the deeper it gets

Sillouettes lacking inner angles and lines...
The substance goes absent when the light shines...
Plotless drama without direction, still winds
These tragically bad fads spread like vines

Overrun with Reality shows depicting what's REAL
  A mass zombie audience digesting their meal
Not In, but outside, this box they soften like veal
  Staring at a screen that numbs how they feel

When did the war on intelligence start?
  Losers not knowing that losing's not smart...
Cable providers gladly doing their part
  News channels selling half-truth ala carte

I will be a rebel and fight for your mind
Hiding remote-controls where they won't find
Trading entertainment for knowledge in kind
  Giving books out to the voluntarily blind


It's gonna be a BATTLE!!!  WHO'S COMING WITH  ME ?

This world is unkind
Its full of venomous minds
These people go around committing terrible crimes,
and in time,
Compassion of humanity has gone into decline,
the way we treat each other sends a shiver down my spine,
these are dark times ,
and many of us are failing to shine, my heart is breaking as I'm writing this rhyme,
I dream of world that is pure and divine,
I don't know what to do,  
lord, please send me a sign,
we need to wake up people,
the eye's are useless if the mind is blind !!

"But what if you don't struggle with your darkness?

If you sit quietly and let it wrap itself around you for long enough

Maybe you'll get a glimpse of all the stars In your heart.

Oh how my mind does dwell,

Is this real life,
Or is this hell,

The worst part of all,
I just cannot tell.

I was heading down a slippery *****,
I tried to pull myself back up,
But couldn't reach the rope,
There was no hope,
How the hell am I supposed to cope.

I tried with all my might,
And suddenly I saw a really bright light,
And decided to fight,
I took flight,
Now I'm whizzing round the clouds,
At withering heights.

INTERNET TROLLS LURKING, WITH JUDGMENTAL READING IN WHAT THEY SEE.

OVER ANALYZING THINKING THEY'RE KNOWING ME.

FROM MESSAGES HIDDEN WITHIN MY POETRY

THERE IS NO CRYPTIC SCRAMBLED THOUGHT.

JUST REAL LIFE IN RHYME. AND EMOTIONS FOUCHT.

THE TRUTH OF IT 15. AND IT'S PRETTY SAD.

YOU TAKE EVERYTHING GOOD, AND TWIST IT TO BAD.

ONE MORE THING THAT YOU CAN'T CHANGE, AND YOU MAY FIND THIS ONE A LITTLE STRANGE

IN YOUR BORED ANALYTICAL CURIOSITY, YOU RE WRONGLY ADDICTED TO MY POETRY.

WHATEVER IT IS WHATEVER YOU DO. I WISH YOU A SIMPLE SARCASTIC POETIC - *******.

I'm not ready to go, but I am anxious to know.

Always in search of what awaits us in life after Death,

I will explore the unknown until I've finally exhaled my last living breath.

Sometimes in life ,
I slip and I stumble,
Despite this evil world,
I try to stay humble,
Things get me down ,
I often crack and I crumble,
people' talk behind my back,
they chat and they mumble,
but you can bet ya ***,
that I'm ready to rumble,
in this stereotypical ,
and discriminatory jungle.

An Agent of Assonance,
An Army of Alliteration,
A Conquistador of Climaxes,
A Fighter with Form,
A Marksman of Motif,
A Mercenary of Metaphors,
A Ninja of Nuances,
A Raider of Rhyme,
A Soldier of Synonyms
A Vigilante of Voice;

I strike with the fiercest of sentences, With such clarity and no false pretenses;

I assail with the mightiest of swords,
T am The Warrior of Words.

DON'T BE THE ONE TO BLAME, PLAYING THE CHEATERS GAME, OF SEEKING PLEASURE, IN SOMEONE ELSE'S TREASURE.

The man sits on the side of the road,
Looking all raggedy and feeling old,
In the heat of day,
He sits and he sings,
Only a guitar for company,,
As he plucks at the strings

Words set my skin on fire, i feel my eyes about to flood, Breathing heavy from desire Bleeding ink instead of blood,  Gentleman poet Eloquent prose, Reducing me to become Another Bleeding Rose

( have solar power confidence
And a battery operated smile

My hobbies include
Editing my life story
Hiding behind metaphors

And trying to convince my shadow That I'm someone worth following

We live in a world full of blindness, 
Everyone is looking, 
Yet lacking kindness. 
Selfishness has made us all crazy and mindless,
Nobody is willing to step up,
Instead acting spineless ,
Evil has spread and started to become timeless,
It happens more every day, 
And I'm starting to become tireless !!

We're all attracted to those who shine, but beware of artificial light.

Sometimes darkness lies underneath the surface of things that appear to be bright.
You'll soon see venom flowing throughout veins of the darkest seeds,

when true colours show, the poison will glow and they'll turn your garden into weeds.

Karma will come, they'll be undone for there's no antidote, they'll create so much poisonous fury within, it will be on their own bitterness that they choke .

Facebook, Slagbook, meet just to Shagbook, sneaking about but then you get caught book. Gitbook, Shamebook, not ya real Name Book, in ya photos ya gorgeous but really yr a Mongbook! Prankbook, Skankbook what a ****** Cranbrook. Its gettin pretty scary cos its turning into Wankbook. Textbook, Sexbook, spying on your Exbook, someone likes' her photo and ya turn into a Pestbook!

Scrapbook, Papbook catch the ****** Clapbook, grab ya ****** iphone and add the ****** Appbook. Shitebook, Strifebook get a ******* Lifebook! Watch it if ya married cos they'll nick ya ****** Wifebook! Creepbook, Peepbook when ya take a Leakbook! Yal even be Facebooking in ya ******* sleep book

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU SAY,

BUT HOW YOU SAY IT.

I'M SICK,

AND TIRED OF THIS ****

OF YOUR TEMPERAMENTAL HISSY FIT,

FILLED WITH IGNORANT

DRAMATIC SARCASTIC SPIT. !

Whilst I'm standing still over this hill, I think of moments in life that gave me a thrill,

But I remembered the pain and I remember the chill, Of the cold dampened heart's that never seem to spill,

Love or affection, like it's protection they need during the question, should i mention you never gave me attention,

like the world's in one convention and I'm outside looking

in,

I grin, whilst I use these forces buried within,

To show people in verse what I mean, before the planet isn't green, before the seas collapse and wind is no longer a breeze,

We freeze in an ice block, tick tock, tick tock we stopped the clock

But nobody hears me so everyone listen up, Stop what you're doing and please raise a cup, For stopping global warming and extinction of animals, Because we're all valuables on this tiny speck of galaxies, Yet governments plan strategies, to profit from tragedies, They keep us all living in fantasies, but strike in catastrophes, So let's help our families and all become one, Before we've got none and everything we love and everything we feel has gone, Putting a bet on the apocalypse, odds are ten to none !!

A little birdy told me, hearts and souls are mouldy,
Walk with me, talk with me on this journey of doubt,
You'll question people and you'll question the drought,
Of honesty people lie about, because it's time to scout,
For people of kindness on earth,
From birth, i think I've been cursed
It gets worse, as I rap this verse
I'm trying to explain how life can be complicated,
Because we're all intoxicated, muffled in fumes of disease and fleas that cling onto your skin,
Use the energy within, and repel them,
This is where your journey Will begin,
I've been searching for a moment or a pinpoint in time,
When these rhymes and lines, will be classed as divine,
As I perfect and refine,
I'm just wondering how many times,
I can assign the same rhyme , so all sit back with a glass of wine, whilst i intertwine every line,
Lyrics so evil I'm committing a crime,
Maybe I'll get a statue, maybe a shrine,
I need to switch it up so let's all decline,
But you'll remember this verse as one of a kind

So I wear a hood, does that mean I'm up to no good?

please open your eyes,
before you despise,
Not everyone in society is wearing a disguise,
people need to realize not every youngster is bad,
it's all a pack of lies,
We can't go into a shop without security buzzing round us like flies.

then politicians sit around tables with their suits and ties,
with the lust to discuss me,
you disgust me,

so I must be as level headed as I can,
to never back pedal on the plan,
so we can all hold hands together,
unite,
so we can Live as one.

Once upon a time there was a horrid man
who lived in an invisible cage.
He spat out venom
and fed on rage.
He snarled and scowled at each passing day
he was snarling and scowling his whole life away!
Violence made him grow taller and taller
but each time it did his cage grew smaller.
'tis a vicious disease and it's one of the soul
like a crushing snake it was devouring him whole.
'tis a slow painful death
and it's claiming his soul
because he neglected to love
and worshipped control.
He dished out lies,
he dished out blame
that the people wouldn't swallow
for they were onto his game!
Then one day he crumbled and was fast to fade away
as his flesh joined his spirit in a cage of decay

Seeking perfect rhythm in tune,

a poetic chorus of thoughts

begin singing,

just waiting to be written in

perfect harmony.

Words on paper, orchestrated for

the readers eyes to hear mentally,

they read the sounds of a poets

mind, silently listening ever so poetically.

Sights and sounds, never seen or heard, all created word
by
Word.

As the noise turns to quiet And the light slips away I sit back and ponder Over the thoughts of the day Tired but relaxed I look to the moon And the tree's as they sway The beautiful stars glimmer As my stress fades away No more anger or rage Just me and my thoughts As my pen glides across the page..

Life can be good, but let's keep it real.

It can truly start to ******* ****
when you begin to feeľ

that you're no more than a mere cog in someone's egotistical wheel.

She is a goddess, a warrior Worth more than her weight in gold She is a guardian, a nurturer With spirit young and soul of old She has words for all occasions Amd is wise beyond her years She has a heart as big as oceans Ind will always face her fears сме мал

Seeking perfect rhythm in tune,

a poetic chorus of thoughts

begin singing,

just waiting to be written in

perfect harmony.

Words on paper, orchestrated for

the readers eyes to hear mentally,

they read the sounds of a poets

mind, silently listening ever so poetically.

Sights and sounds, never seen Deep Thought & Poetry or heard, all created word

by word.

A CLASSY, SASSY, ASSY, ******, DICKY FIT.

COMING FROM A POET THAT DOESN'T TAKE ANY ****.

NOT TO BE BLATANTLY RUDE, IT'S JUST FRUSTRATED POETIC PlaTITUDE,

You can draw every drop of blood from my veins,
keep from me the air in which I need to breathe,
or burn my shell to charcoal remains.

Take every bit of life

that is left in me, but I'll forever live on deep within my written poetry.

Oh I owe my bitten tongue to words kept within of which I'm afraid to speak.

My pen has yet to learn control, of what it writes born from my soul.

Onto paper emotions

flow, and still I wonder does she know.

"The stars in a heart seem to be a good start, of what I wish to say, just not today

Someday I might, but until then I'll continue to

Write.