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When we are born there are hopes and dreams, On the path we follow, enemies are made, Cruelty forced upon us, tearing at our seams The existence of the world is enveloped in flames, fire and decay. Everywhere we turn – a wasteland waves, Isolated, ruined, desolate Negativity runs deep, tagged metal in their waist bands The urge to be free, unchained, untagged. Meadows of green grass and daisies and yellow roses, towering the shadows, no worries about, Winter creeps; silently, swiftly, suavely. Now an ocean of black roses remain in power. Oh colourful canvas, how beautiful you used to be, Now you’re smothered in the greyness of despair, An intimidation of words aggressively written, And the pain never ends That desperate wish that someone could care! This noose I tie is never tied tight enough, The glistening light shivers a hope for eternal sleep Such a shame the cut never succeeds And an only friend has gone   Facebook, MySpace, Twitter; He made himself the target and ****** in, He took their advice, took the bullet, Their words are a complete and utter sin My, my it was that hilarious! Honestly. The world corrupt, no social networks, What a laugh it was; all fits and giggles The importance never occurred We- the kids of this generation- know nothing but how to navigate the internet Them- the adults of the era- that want the best ignorant to the life on the information highway This world is changing, This world is ending, This society, will become my newest nightmare This society, will become your newest warfare
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Society is a nightmare
When we are born there are hopes and dreams, On the path we follow, enemies are made, Cruelty forced upon us, tearing at our seams The existence of the world is enveloped in flames, fire and decay. Everywhere we turn – a wasteland waves, Isolated, ruined, desolate Negativity runs deep, tagged metal in their waist bands The urge to be free, unchained, untagged. Meadows of green grass and daisies and yellow roses, towering the shadows, no worries about, Winter creeps; silently, swiftly, suavely. Now an ocean of black roses remain in power. Oh colourful canvas, how beautiful you used to be, Now you’re smothered in the greyness of despair, An intimidation of words aggressively written, And the pain never ends That desperate wish that someone could care! This noose I tie is never tied tight enough, The glistening light shivers a hope for eternal sleep Such a shame the cut never succeeds And an only friend has gone   Facebook, MySpace, Twitter; He made himself the target and ****** in, He took their advice, took the bullet, Their words are a complete and utter sin My, my it was that hilarious! Honestly. The world corrupt, no social networks, What a laugh it was; all fits and giggles The importance never occurred We- the kids of this generation- know nothing but how to navigate the internet Them- the adults of the era- that want the best ignorant to the life on the information highway This world is changing, This world is ending, This society, will become my newest nightmare This society, will become your newest warfare
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(9-24-11 instrumental) it takes 2 years to forget 6 years, it takes 12 beers to forget your tears, and it's those tears that flow so near, this backyard that you hold so dear, i held you here in better years, i'd cheer you up, when i'd hear your fears, the taste of beer and sky so clear steer away now, it's in the rear, view and that feels so cold, i only see you through untagged photos, youtubing high school talent shows, or recitals, it's vital, that no one actually knows, that i'm caught up bought to get lost up, another drink, another think, i'm just a flawed **** but i play it cool and act strong, those other fools won't last long. another sad song, i make it better, got a new chick that's wetter cause she aint afraid of that weather, umbrellas discarded, in the bleachers, teachers, gawking from the sidelines, it's all fine, it's our time, no need to dodge landmines... call me minesweeper, call me mindreader, call me timekeeper, call me justin bieber, call me baby, baby baby, call me jay-z, call me kanye, call me all day, call me homewrecker, call me and say i can do better, call me about your sweater, that's still at my place, call me ghostface, call me action bronson, call me hot one, call me ******* loser, call me a waste of your time, call me and say that this rhyme's, too simple, call me jimmy kimmel, sarah silver-man. i'm a better man, i'm business-man, i'm a gentle-man i'm stan, writing this down in a crazy letter no ink, self-mutilation and a feather, better yet, i'm saying this outloud in the booth, kick this rap game in the tooth with these red wing boots.
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
untitled freestyle
(9-24-11 instrumental) it takes 2 years to forget 6 years, it takes 12 beers to forget your tears, and it's those tears that flow so near, this backyard that you hold so dear, i held you here in better years, i'd cheer you up, when i'd hear your fears, the taste of beer and sky so clear steer away now, it's in the rear, view and that feels so cold, i only see you through untagged photos, youtubing high school talent shows, or recitals, it's vital, that no one actually knows, that i'm caught up bought to get lost up, another drink, another think, i'm just a flawed **** but i play it cool and act strong, those other fools won't last long. another sad song, i make it better, got a new chick that's wetter cause she aint afraid of that weather, umbrellas discarded, in the bleachers, teachers, gawking from the sidelines, it's all fine, it's our time, no need to dodge landmines... call me minesweeper, call me mindreader, call me timekeeper, call me justin bieber, call me baby, baby baby, call me jay-z, call me kanye, call me all day, call me homewrecker, call me and say i can do better, call me about your sweater, that's still at my place, call me ghostface, call me action bronson, call me hot one, call me ******* loser, call me a waste of your time, call me and say that this rhyme's, too simple, call me jimmy kimmel, sarah silver-man. i'm a better man, i'm business-man, i'm a gentle-man i'm stan, writing this down in a crazy letter no ink, self-mutilation and a feather, better yet, i'm saying this outloud in the booth, kick this rap game in the tooth with these red wing boots.
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There is a very thin line Between love and lust Between sea and sky Between me and you Such a fine line That I can see Touch it from Here Enclosed in the high rise monster (That mostly dot the sea face, all around the sea in Mumbai) reaching out to be. From here -Where silence is whispering to the sea Waves percolating through my window Where darkness of my ****** thoughts Seep in through the night's gateway A window with three glass frames Barred, framed and up-curtained Unveiled and naked. From here I see it all bared I can actually reach out And separate them The love and the lust The entangled Sea with the sky Create a divide between them With my desire To BE Some times I just want to BE Some times Sea in all its thrashing about With waves and tsunami's just want to BE too Some times the sky With its dark cloud and their silver linings Just wanna BE, you see? Some times all of us want to Reach out Separate love from lust And desire just to BE Just to BE in love Pure, undiluted, undefined, unnamed Unbinding, untagged Just Love, LOVE, I Love to BE
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Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 6:08 AM UTC
Love, Lust and Desires to BE
*I can't shake this feeling now We're going through the motions* I've known it for a long time. I am trying to be patient. Reaching out for something. Feeling nothing but thin air. Why is that you tug at me? I'm growing weary. Can you not see what you are doing? Can you not feel it when you are close to me? We breathe the same air. Speak the same words (occasionally) For a second, I was convinced you knew me. But I think i'm constantly playing movie reels inside my mind of the someone I thought you'd be. (This isn't a movie) You feel like a ghost to me. Like a zombie. You're eating away at me. Devouring. I told a woman the day before yesterday "it's much to late" I've already given almost everything. I want you to have me. Need me. Consume me. We are untagged. Untitled. It's freeing. Living in this moment with you. But i'm afraid of the darkness up ahead. Of the road i'm having trouble seeing. I can't imagine you. I can't imagine me. I can't imagine anything.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
At Night