Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?
"Daddy look what I made", Dad's gotta go catch a plane
"Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy where is she?"
I don't know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself
I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back
I keep having this dream, I'm pushin'my daughter on the swing
She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing
"You're making Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy crying?"
Baby, Daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy you're lying
"You always say that, you always say this is the last time
"But you ain't leaving no more, Daddy you're mine"
She's piling boxes in front of the door trying to block it
"Daddy please, Daddy don't leave, Daddy - no stop it!"
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
It's got a picture, "this'll keep you safe Daddy, take it withcha'"
I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror
These ******' walls must be talking, cuz man I can hear 'em
They're saying "You've got one more chance to do right" - and it's tonight
Now go out there and show that you love 'em before it's too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
It turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on


Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat
The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at my feet
I take a bow and thank you all for coming out
They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing
"Daddy it's me, help Mommy, her wrists are bleeding,"
But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?
"I followed you Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'
"You lied to me Dad, and now you make Mommy sad
"And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'
"That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin
"I get the point - fine, me and Mommy are going"
"But baby wait,
"It's too late Dad, you made the choice
"Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us"
That's what they want, they want you Marshall, they keep.. screamin' your name
It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another pill
Yeah, I bet you will. You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real
I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see
How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me
I turn around, find a gun on the ground, **** it
Put it to my brain and scream "die Shady" and pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes
That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin'
It's spring and Hailie's outside swinging, I walk right up to Kim and kiss her
Tell her I miss her, Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister
Almost as if to say..

I was born with a glass cup.
My brothers and sisters,
They had plastic ones.

My older sister dropped her cup once.
She picked it up, washed it off, and filled it back up with water.

I too eventually dropped my cup.
I picked it up, washed it off, and cut my finger on the chipped rim.
I didn't understand why;
My sisters glass was fine -
     What happend?

One day I met a girl.
She had a glass like mine.
She showed me how to make it look like new - just hide the broken spots.

One day we were playing and i dropped my glass.
She picked it up, and cut her hand.
She left to get a bandaid.
I stay'd to run and play.

It's been 7 years.
Almost half my life.
The doctors filled my glass with cement -
So no more water would spill out.

She found a way to take her cup,
And dip it into plastic.
When she did she caught wind -
Glass is only for the problematic.

I hope someday she'll look at her hand -
That scar i gave to her.
Hopefully she'll not just remember me -
But forgive me for what i've done.
I never ment for this to happen.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never had any emotions, he never had any need for a family. He could never quite see why people would waste their time raising a child when they could use their time to help society.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never had any friends, he never saw the need for such tools. He could never quite understand why people would waste their time pleasing others just to let them leave and take your time with them.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never spent much time with his colleagues, he never had any need to know them. He could never see why people would want to help or get to know their competition when you could spend your time going above them.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday, and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never needed time for others, he already had very little for leisure. He could never socialise with others, they would always ask him strange questions or odd requests. He never wanted to do things for others, he believed in himself.

Gregor Parson was not your average man, he loved to keep people over on Saturdays, use his tools on them on Sunday and hide it all on Monday. However, our disgusting Gregor could never hide this forever.

He always thought he was right and he always saw others as wrong. He never had need for another's opinion, no one would accept his hobbies. He always knew that if only they had a chance to try it themselves, they would understand.

Gregor Parson was never a sane man, he loved to harm others on his time off, he would abuse his own tools and luckily, our horrifying Gregor was nothing more than a fool.

He always enjoyed showing off his creations, and people would always come to see. He never understood why, they would look at his creations and say things that he could not make out. He enjoyed this, he thought that maybe they could become apart of his collection.

Hailie Fink was not your average warden. She hated her job, it scared her to her bones, everyday she saw the most horrific things, anything ranging from a doll of her being eaten to a man making pictures of her out of his feces.

She had one man in particular that scared her above all else. His name was Gregor, he was known for making abominations of the innocent. She hated him more than she hated her job. He was what kept her going.

Hailie Fink was not your average warden. She hated her job, but today was the exception, she was no longer scared, she was no longer afraid. On this day, Hailie felt rather gay.

She had one man that kept her working her horrific job. His name was Gregor Parson. Gregor was insane above all else. But today was the day. This day brought her more pleasure than any before it. Today was the day Gregor would be put down by Hailie.

i can feel you -
everytime i put a hand on my chest.
i feel your breath -
everytime i can't breathe.

we made a dynamic duo, me and you.
you where the batman to my robin.
you where the harley quinn to my joker.
now you're the rachel to my harvey dent..

we where the best of friends.
you caught me when i fell.
you stopped me when i jumped.
you showed me the beauty of being loved.

we where so close..
it breaks my heart to think of the miles.
i miss you buddy.
thanks for being my hero.

you’re looking at me through street lights and dark
you’re looking at me you’re whole world falling apart
waking the neighbors, you cry alongside the rising lark
darling don’t worry i’ll hold your world together with my heart

the demons aren’t real yet you make them your home
screaming behind walls of traumatic stress you call your own
tearing at silk stitches, flashing smiles of chrome
eyes of green lament, it was the world you let drag you down

the glistening stars fall dim in a hushed morning sky
beautiful eyes, you look at me with such deplorable lies
that night, the car, you in my arms, the words: we could die
heart beat rampant, eyes glazed with clouds you whisper goodbyes

you’re seated beside me, apologies and feelings left bestrewn
lethargic beauty, you act as if you are the daybreak’s evanescent moon
mind collapsing into craters, you threaten forever so soon

At 2 a.m. on a warm summers night, the thought of you still lingers in my head. The smell of that musky roof top brings back more than just memories. It's been years since the last time we've spoke yet i can't help but feel as if i still love you. You were my first. Somewhere, sometime, you'll see these skies and think of me. I'll be sitting here, thinking of you. Reminiscing under lonely stars.

The smell of the night make the feelings come fast
Cup full of dels bring the memories back
Im chillin and trippin
Your touch i am missin
Up under these stars my soul found a new mission
Ive already submitted myself to submission
I text you i call you
You bring no response
What the **** happend?
Are memories lost?
Did you forget who brought you up off the falls?
Made you feel happy
And after it all
You said you"d love me till death due us part
Yet im still relapsing
While you party hard

You said together we'd conquer it all
You were the one that made me so strong
*******
I miss you
Back at it again
Caught in the feels that were all just pretend
Why can't you see that this is my end?
Without you i cant seem to find who i am
A lonely boy walking under these stars
Pretending that you still were
(Pause)
who you are (pause)

But you're not.
You're gone.
And i'm still motha ****** here.

how does confidence work? {wizassume, control, I say}
effing around
ecting right - effectual
use
ual expectations seeing out
-proper angle aim

ritual window looking through
see through the eye,
be the face behind the mask,
speak as gods spake
in the dramas
- dharma play passion
dance in circumstanding
conserving eE qualia
humming
sixty cycle key of being

You are the older of the two
minds used to operate your casing
think how you survived on mars, water

ah, Hailie Selassie can I lie and say I never knew
one wild black chic at the welfare office,
who wore one of those brass MGM lion buckles,
and swore it depicted the lion of the tribe of  Judah
aspect of Hailie Selassie…
You know he drank…
I queried her faith in the knowing, she whispered,
*******.
---------------
who knew who was otherwise,
secrets from the kiva,
live in the chakras
ladder of life
messengers meaning go do act re act

and after ever before
now became our
moment.

then. Now. You know the feeling, right?

How many seeds can one **** sow?

Semper fi. Such as use the faith in semper fi,

Tcells ever utter semper fi,
You know, in you, your Tcells never forget
who you are,
though as they age they allow odd
possibilities to challenge our
edginess,

stay sharp. You asked for this.
Expertise, in a word,
perfectly right use-skill-knowing

inside out upside down and back
to wards of reason so gentle
any hint of war begging
reason for one  more
shot…

nay, nay, be tamed tongue of man,
be ware like, wait,
warlike did not work.
wait, calculate, go go go again
e be virus-virulent vigorous
closer, but…
Were you ai-mmmmming aiming I mean,
were you shooting me
a glance

across the way, wow, we do, yes
yes, alike
I think, Ja, like Einstein,
a little, but at thought speed,

due to mutablasphmisical re-ai-ties with time for children in it.
L-reala-aimouri, branded class of fictions,
legal as reminders, chemical stress tests, read

no. read. no. read. no… who cares

we settle or we splash, be hap may hap per pur pose
or none. Life is a joy in the living, I can imagine, as a word.
---
Those are suns, said Jesus to Bruno, see where that secret
takes you.

We were in the cell
Coated in shades of orange
I was afraid of her
She was entertained by me

We were in a park
Together, planting flowers
I was entertaining
She was entertained

We were just realesed
Laying in that familiar place
I was madly in love
She wished she could say the same

I was in a cell
Coated in shades of grey
I was madly in love
She had ran away

I grew up in a blue house.
I never knew it, but I loved it.
When I was younger I had a dog named bob.
I knew I loved him.
I was walking bob when hailie left.
She never knew I loved her.

Little by little the pieces of this puzzle fell apart.
And they wonder why I relapse.
They wonder why I can't "just don't do it."
They wonder why I dream all day.

They wonder why sobriety is the my handicap.

Sometimes i think i'm crazy
I'm crazy i'm so crazy
My insecurities
could eat me alive
But baby I am not crazy
it all makes sense when I look
into Her eyes.

Dear Matthew, I wrote to you, it’s been 23 years.
I heard about Stan back when you were 6…
God, you’re almost 30 now, I pray you’re surrounded by peers.
His death must have hit you hard, like a brick.

It’s Ironic, “all he wanted was a lousy letter or a call.”
I can’t help thinking, did you rip those posters off too?
Or maybe I made him crazy, he was basically writing to a wall.
I hoped it would reach him in time,
Fingers crossed, tight as my hugs with Hailie Jade.
I was sure he’d be doing “just fine.”
But before I sent that letter the thought already started to fade.

Dear Marshall, I’m doing alright, how about you?
I knew you meant the best for my brother,
I really do.
I would have saved his stuff but why bother?
The memories remained, the good ones like buying your new albums.
The bad like a strong scented wine stain.
Regardless of emotion they both ripped me like talons.
Luckily I learnt to take it as a rice grain.

Dear Matthew, I’m good thanks for asking.
You know, its funny reading your brothers letters again but still,
It must have consumed you whole, having to grow up alone - multitasking.
I could feel his joy turn to anger faster than an addict popping a pill.

Dear Slim, it feels weird remembering him.
You remember how he was going to name his daughter that?
My wife’s pregnant too Slim!
I’m thinking of naming him after you, my wife agreed as I gave her belly a gentle pat.

Dear Matthew, I’ll say this again, I’m really flattered you’d call him that.
Does he want an autograph?
Maybe on a starter cap,
Just like you.

Dear Slim, I’m sorry its been a while since I wrote,
I’ve just been busy, I bet you have too.
Anyways, gotta go, I’m almost at the hospital to lower fatherhoods moat.
But it’s the birth of Stans reincarnation, named after you.
- Riaan Parmar