"totally one with nature."
she typed into her iPhone.

Guess we should not be quick to speak unless our actions are squeaky clean...being true to our word should be a resolution of our everyday lives...because if we can not honor our word than...who could we trust???and who trust us in return???No one but ourselves to blame for being such a hypocrit to begin with.

Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I don't treat them the way they want to.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I ignore them when they were my friends.

Others say that I'm a hypocrit
bcause I smile showing in their face that I am happy.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I'm not with them anymore.

But what if I treat them different because they dont care about me.
If I discover that "them" are just fake friends,
If I'm smiling but not feeling happiness,
what if I stop being with them because I don't belong there anymore

Maybe they are the hypocrits.
Just maybe, because I don't know,
and I'm no one to say who they are.
But I now they are not my friends anymore.

At least, not the real ones.

partying is better than sitting at home like a parents boy





i like parries in every single way

i like kids who party despite what their parents say

you see they drink alcohol and get drunk and they are having fun

their parents are talking if they are the only ones to be young and dumb

why can’t we party, it’s fun and cool, why not

i want my own stories to tell my grandchildren rather than just telling your stories

i know you had fun, so why can’t i, i deserve the right party mood

cause all young dudes wanna party

i like partying watching the footy yeah

c’mon dudes pour some ***** on me i am cool

get into some trouble with me, but not bad trouble

make sure nobody spikes your drink, ready to party right

i like partying in every single way

with victoria bitter and carlton draught and a jim beam, how cool

so c’mon dudes pour some bourbon on me and let’s party on

i think parents are the biggest hypocrites on earth

they party really bad but they hate us doing it

i like to party, i like i like to party every single day

with a west coast cooler and a bottle of scotch with coke, how cool

i know we feel like vomiting and we sometimes feel sick

but we need to understand what goes on in the club

yeah, the good times, and there are plenty of them

who cares how bad your hangover is, think of the good times

i like partying because for a young dude it is pretty fun

there will be people who yell at you, but you should think of the people who don’t

i will take a sip out of a jug of beer and someone yells at me

but i don’t complain because i like to PARTY real hard

i remember my friend at school used fosters as his first beer

my first beer was export light, in the kiddie section of the supermarket

XXXX was my first beer i got ****** on and i enjoyed that a lot

and if your hypocritical parents force you to stop partying

say to them, get a life, we are the future of this world

i like partying every single day

i used to buy beer out of every ounce of my pay

bills were being paid, but i was to young and cool to care

but you change but there is one thing for sure

i will never stop being a party dude

i am not a hypocrit, never a hypocrite, but i am not a parent either

and i party while i say, PARTY ON DUDES, and never give in to what conservative parents think

PARTY ON, and say ROCK AND ROLL PARTIES TO THE RESCUE, dudes

Stop Being a *****
no one likes someone who whines all the time
no one wants to listen to anything you have to say
you care about what everyone has to say
you just cant stop feeling sorry for yourself
You're such a hypocrit
you dress like a different genre everyday
can't you just think for yourself?
unless you don't care what anyone thinks?
not even yourself...
just the voices in your head telling you to jump.

And i will not graze those lips again
No I will never give in
Thank you for my heart that's bruised
Im not your toy that's being used

You're a total unfaithful lush
And the other guys make you blush
Yah it's okay since it's all the time
Because what you do is never a crime

Your a hypocrit, you are the worst
And your reasons make my head hurt
No baby I wont shed a tear
For the worst girlfriend of the year

Sitting on a cloud of poisonous blackened ash
enjoying my fake heaven provided by the best
Amsterdam has to offer.
Keeping up this relentless assault on my lungs
as if I'm trying to turn them into the tar pit
I currently reside in.
A ***** desperate attempt to claw my way
through what I'm coping with.
To put a metaphor into actual reality
by comparing reality and my actions
to an actual metaphor of my reality.
Painting my innards pitch black
because I perceive my outer world
like I'm looking through a veil of darkness.
False flag operations on myself
justified by the Demons residing
in the world that I'm carrying.
In this world that I'm traveling.
Carrying my world like Atlas
but I've lost my way..
wish I could live up to the name..
Google Maps myself back to sane.
It's hypocrit
Because I thrive of this poison
and once my mind is clouded in ash..
the pressure is temporarily relieved
like when a vulcano erupts..
But deep down it's always boiling
always smoldering
blistering cold merely touching my emotions
would leave burnmarks on my hazed out psyche..
So I don't dare touch them, it hurts..
So I don't dare to sleep, I'm scared because pondering hurts..
So I don't dare dream.. because sleeping hurts..
So I remain, blazed out of this world
Disconnected and severed from myself..
Rather face this green Hell than reality itself.

There is a paradox of space for the individual in this sea of voices
An amorphous body of metaphorical sound that we avoid and ignore with our sense of selfishness and superiority
And yet we burn our civility to ashes for the sake of making sure that stranger knows we don't ******* agree with them
Here in this valley of poets, what is trending and popular, what is held dear is similar explorations of pain and adversity
Experiences of love, life, loss
And as I try and to distinguish myself by expressing my own uniqueness
I am a self indulgent hypocrit, who wants the same things as the idiots and disagreeables I try and hold myself superior to

At least here, on this little page away from the flow of superfluous information I can speak to a void of similar voices, where more come to speak than to hear, forgive me for saying

I am here to speak too
I'm no better
My voice may be different or distinct, I try to play with vocabulary and the conceptual
But you probably do the same
And art comes from pain so...
In the end, I'm still a weak ***** who holds onto to old images of love
Wishing the naked ****** friendships that took so long to build in the past will fall out of my phone when I wipe my thumb across it
And hoping the efforts to create something basic and tangible, and the efforts to create an identity worthy of societal admiration
Will deem me worthy to experience love again, part of me feels

But I'm not deluded by that. I've given up looking for something that comes when you aren't looking
The lost keys that turn up when you've looked everywhere and finally give up
Instead I am driven by the craft that I want to define me
And the satisfaction that the work gives me
It makes me happy amongst this mess of information overload and malnourishment I experience socially
By my own fault
Probably

As I let go of the catharsis of self expression now, petering out to a conclusion that has hopefully, a decent punch line
I know that I probably won't be heard, will be skipped over for stories of bitter broken hearts or tangible stories of adversity defeated
Skipped over in greater terms for the latest bag of shallow consumable ***** in the unhealthy social media world that I know you reader, hate as much as I do
The greater ocean of self expression that washes into a noisy murmur, the internet echoing the street

Who knows
You've read this haven't you
Maybe I'll get over my narcissism long enough to hear you too

Guess, who's free, free again
Chris is free, lock up your women
Dont need your crack, dont want your crack, you can keep your clap,
You ******* ***
I hope you spend christmas all alone
Because your house is no longer my home
For my brithday i was encarcerated 500 push up's for 60 days
I've come to realize you were the source of all my pain
The reason i tried to drowned all my sorrows in dope
Well iv'e extinguished the flame, Im not the only one to blame
Thanks for what we had, but i dont love you anymore

For a critic your really such a hypocrit
Im sick of it, your no longer worth it
My life is not just some game you play to gain pleasur and inflict pain
Your selfish, time was wasted, iv'e been rotting away in a cage with no freedom
After all the secrets iv'e exposed, and all those lies you told
How can you stand strong on the path you've chose

He has a job, he works out,
He paints, he reads,
Honesty is honestly all that he's about
He's cut, he bleeds

A writer, a fighter,
Piano player and drummer
He leaves a dark room, always a little brighter
Tennis, soccer, yes, a runner

He draws, he cooks,
He provides thoughts of insight
And yet, overlooked, dot dot dot He's a crook
Judged by those who have blind sight

Deceitful, lier,
Hypocrit, controller
Disrespectful womanizer
One ****** up troller

It's just an interesting lesson in general.  
Painting an accurate picture of societies funeral

It shows the mindset, the perception
The deception of proper conceptualization.
The inability to use context plagues our nation.

How morals are constructed by biased filters
Right and wrong determined by Twitter, the ultimate thriller.

It shows the true nature of society's situation
But hey you know this already, happy graduation.

Be yourself,
Through yourself;
No other medium is quite as effective.
Profound things just bleed through me, like I'm an open casket,
and you're the sun.
I am... I need... I want....
Analyze, Analyze, ****...
Looking, I found,
Finding, I learned,
Learning, I forgot,
Forgetting, I loved,
Loving, I remembered...

From start to finish I will
forever be a dim-wit
mavrit, talkin' like I'm over-it,
singin' like a hypocrit and thinkin' like a god.

I remember the yellow that shaped me,
the 70 sheets of paper that say, "READ ME."
We all wish to be red.