You creatures used to be alive,
Now you're just desks with pulses.
You preachers used to breathe lies,
Now the air just smells repulsive.

Let's toast to our compulsions!
A third-finger salute to ill-indulgence, burnt out lights, and shame convulsions.
Leave the worries to the workers and the fearful.
Let the smiles stretch further while the room's erupting by the earful.

Sub-tyrannic suburban boredom brushes with death.
Sunk Titanic bourbon lushes bearing fermented breath.
Replica. Replica. Replica.
Fried Pickles and Angelica...haha.
Laughter via Helvetica.

A Doctor of Yesterday living in a pseudo-science fiction age.
What will be found between scribbled shore and shining sea?
An empty box filled with smoke and broken mirrors may be a shattered trick on  stage,
But does that mean that progress is solely based on me?

The stage is setting. The studios offer their warm embrace in exchange for a piece of yourself.
A piece, without, you are still a whole. A piece that is meant to be harvested, for if not it will wither and wilt.
Dropping, coasting, floating.
Anything but falling. An idea left un-reaped will be purged by slithering guilt.

The world warps and billows to conform to the view of the looking glass, yet, stretches far beyond it.
Letting go doesn't mean giving up, but rather, to allow the wind to blow and twist your perspective.
The harder you try, the more you will see: It's all a lot easier to swallow when you're not being force-fed ****.
A fine cocktail, made with equal parts top-shelf desperation, and the world's finest dedication,
Served in a glass half full of luck.

Sometime's you're flush, and sometimes you're bust, but most times, you lie somewhere in the between.
A spinning brain and a sparatic heart.
An argument spun from the silk of a dying worm.
An infection of the brain with no negotiation of terms.

Sleeping on porches and storming the boredom beaches.
Mad? Surely. Angry? Not even. Discretely thanking the earthquake for shaking things up.
The missing link lies just outside of our nests, dangling from a branch just beyond our reaches.
Though my wings clipped, and yours yet to form fully, I'm down to take a dive just to find out what's up.

Sometimes I think the clouds in the sky are just a reflection of my attitude.
I'm only here to have fun. Either grow up or get lost, boy.
There's something about a yellowing onion that reminds me of home.

And for your love
and the romance
of our lives
I've decided to
attempt dancing
and all the glories
that come along.
For, this romance isn't
the aroma of accordion music
filling the Paris streets at nighttime,
while a couple dances
under the streetlights,
as rain begins to fall.
It's a romance about humanity
and desire and its heartache
that tries to tango in the suburbs
and tap in the slums,
whose clumsy movements cause
embarrassment for any party involved.
This love has a rhythm unlike
a big band hit or a bluegrass hand-clapper.
It has a rhythm all of its own.
Closest to, maybe, jazz.
The real jazz. The Harlem jazz.
Sparatic and unpredictable.
Upbeat, swinging cymbals and trumpets.
Then a slow sax,
with bluesy vocals crying out in pain.
Because you can't two step
or foxtrot
or tango
to that.
You must step carefully.
For this romance is fragile.
You cannot choreograph in advance
or synchronize moves
with your lovers'.
You simply must listen, feel, and move.
This dance of love
must cause you to cry
and smile
and melt
and ache
and desire to make love
all in the same motion.
Or it's not love.
It's an imitation
aimed at the beautiful and elegant.
And we aren't that.
We're humans with souls and flaws
who desire these false
motions and harmonies
of love,
but who need to still understand
love's true tender
and heartbreaking steps
that have no
recognizable rhythm,
but that promise
a lifetime of love.
So, I will not learn
love's romantic moves
for they are unteachable,
but I will attempt,
for your love
and romance,
my dear,
to sway to the music
and stay beside you
and follow your lead
as we wait for the
drums and the horns-
and the music to begin.

This twisted spine collapsed down on the world with vengence.

Its crooked maw could not decipher the slithering tongues of monolithic men.

I tore away at my flesh until she returned, beaded eyes white hot with fiendish intentions.

Sparatic jestures have been no strangers here, at this abode we endure, witnessing the violence.

Yea,
       Keep every name I'm known by on your mind
Im just one of those guys that never trys to be in the light
But I'm a bit loud late at night and hard to forget
Strike fear in those who ain't know me, I'm really nice to have as a homie
Your first thoughts of how I would **** you are true
Get to know me and I'm obviously a nice guy
I try not to put myself in positions that could cost me time
2 and a half years  was enough wasted life
So I can see how it would be easy to forget that first bit of fear you felt at my sight
Don't get it twisted tho I did grown man dirt starting at 9 so 18 only means I'll be after this time
I'll let being jacked for dope money slide
I'll let a few words that you said slip my mind
Even takin my kindness for weakness I can forgive for a time
But don't even for a second believe that i'm any different than I was when I rolled with gang
Age 10 I earned my first stripe with a hand gun
At 14 my name was D. For family and ZtickZ to the rest
I took the rap for my homies and took my time with a calm breath
Learned a lot locked in a box like nobody has my back
Family by marriage, by blood or gang ties ain't enough.
I can't trust to be respected by anybody IV meet
I love my girl to death but don't doubt she would slit my throat in my sleep
So all this I'm a real homie and I know you would never hurt Me or rip me off should probably stop.
As nice as I come off I must let you know I stay calm for the love that I hold
For my girl first off my dog and the freedom I hold
I don't care who you are or how tight our bonds hold step on what beliefs I hold close
I won't hesitate to let what we I have unload
My fist'***** harder than most you know
I roll with a knife most the time and late at night fo sho
So be real don't get comfortabol with any body you know
I keep a ******* or two close cuz I can teach a *** actin stupid how to be a bro that has the game on point from every angel as long as his head don't get big when the positives of a boss mentality kick in
An even then I'll step back till you realize who you should have as a friend
I don't look for reasons to put what you believe in on blast as incorrect or wrong
I'll help you along give you a person to look to when your not so strong
I hate immaturity in everybody old or young
But regardless of who you are or your age if you let parents didn't teach you to watch what you say
There's a good chance I could be your killer one day
I believe in peace and I see need in war
But I also believe that survival of fittest is needed in the world
I'll speak truth for everybody that'll listen if you can't at least take in simple life lessons and blow off knowledge of life
Given by a highschool drop out that has proven to understand simple methods on how to survive
Than please do a favor to the young and bright that learned early how to act right
Don't have a child we don't need stuck up rich kids as a group in life
Don't speak in any form
poison in the form of words is what causes wars
And people that follow every rule
think that it's cool to be A list rich and good at school
are the people that voice strictly that situations of pain and suffering don't matter when it comes to the words they've twisted to properly fit what what keeps degenerates out of the click
Cuz there blind to seeing life from a real position
Power is what drives the socially accepted to stay out of prison
But the leader of a generation of bright children all ages including the old and wise
Is the man that regardless of age race size or number of crimes holds the greatest respect in my mind.
So next time you decide that a **** lookin drug using nice guy is a week man with a front to hide weakness member that intelligence and power are also measured by the worst people alive
Leniency is what all we ask for in life
Life needs rules and people like a voice that carry's waight and still Cry's for or worlds sad fate
Keeps a head straight on shoulders carrying the world's waight
Doesn't break mentally even if hate is all he gains
And didnt act violently for every slander thrown there way
But won't hesitate to **** what is poisoning the world's fate
There personal gain of being respected is above what anyone can say
So now that I've written a couple of pages of rhymes randomly and in a sparatic melody
With no specific order or story I'll lastly say....
The greatest individuals hold power in perception. Without action of any form they are perceived as as one to fear.
Once you know them that fades and my be mistaken for weakness. they have no problem letting people feel as if they have bettered them or outsmarted them in the least.
Because they know that restraint is powerful. Perceptions deceive every person with eyes that see.
Honesty earns respect from every person god can see.
Understanding and appropriately acting without over reacting is a noticed thing
Physical and mental strength are one and the same
Intelligence in the fform of traditional schooling only carry's relevance to point
Survival is a necessity to which our history has forgotten as being what allows knowledge to grow century to century
All tho they use currency and work like slaves there entire life's to achieve riches
The firmly believe that societys who allow a body of governing people to mass produce specific currency that holds the only value in trade is what will cause this worlds demise
And most importantly they hold the understanding of both sides
Regardless of their social or economic value in others eyes they have the ability to smile in stressful times  take into consideration a situation before making decisions that affects others life's
Our world has yet to be led on any continent in any country. State. City. Town. Or government by an individual who understands that what what we know can Chang regardless of what ages of script say is a correct way to live simply by voicing down to earth undeniable truths of life. Gaining respect from everybody who hears of there attempts due to an outlook focused on joining together the people of earth as a population that neglects to find reason in any form of segregation. And has respect earned by morals not accreditation from bosses or schools
I firmly believe at my current age of 18 that this things are all that we need in a person fit to lead not a group a state or a country but the world. Not as a judge or a powerful being but as a voice and a face of a person that our dying race of anamazingly intelligent beings can look at as a leader in bringing back what makes being a person on earth great.


I will never subjugated myself to believeing false truths. Believing facts only proven by human beings to be true unless comments sense makes it obvious and testing unneeded.
I will break laws. Do drugs act concedly in times when I am not needed to act for others.
I will steal from the rich and give to the pour but will under no circumstance take more than what is needed .
The week and willing to learn will never be overlooked by myself for as long as I live
I will do as I can to the best of my ability to use common sense integrity and simple hopes of unity spread by my voice starting with family then my community and one day earths people as a whole to not lead but voice how simple unity can be. Piece can be attained and happiness can spread

I do not intend to be great   I am an evil minded sinner to those who believe god Hale's ever ending judgment. I never once said I was the one that will join the world. I now and for ever will only state that I am one of a Likely large gripe that offers his voice to speak to and not for the world's simple humanistic values and needs.

**** SOCIETY IN ITS CURRENT FORM!!!!

Sparatic breathing, sweating hands
I couldn't breathe anymore
I didn't want to breathe anymore
I literally screamed for God
Inside my car whizzing down the highway
I wailed and stopped breathing
Only to sputter out and realize I was veering off the road
Its all my fault  its all my fault
I blamed every single problem
In my family on myself
Something I never admitted out loud before