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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Drug of Choice


My life is a train/On a reckless collision course
I drink so much liquor/That my throat is coarse
Pills are like pokemon/I just gotta catch’em all
Even when I’m praying/In a bathroom stall
I get so high/That on occasion/I might die
I do it for days on in
I’m losing friends/They say they don’t see me anymore
I’m always home/And when I’m not
I swear I’ll quit/But I never get enough of it
My hands are shaky/I think I’m going through withdrawal
I haven’t done this much/Since the last time/This fall
I’m at my peak/So why is this valley/So cold
I’m on a roll/Literally I don’t know/When to fold
I had it all/And soon it/Will all be gone
It’s all my fault/At least that is/What I keep telling myself
I’m so lost/My highs/Are all new lows
No matter what/I can’t stop/Doing it/NO!!!
What would you do/If this was all you had
Pack it up/If it makes you feel so bad
But me I love it
Using a new format/Makes me feel so bold/Forget the comma/ It’s just too old
It’s so unhealthy /This crazy obsession
I’m losing sleep/ Slowly slipping into depression
My condition is regressing/You have no idea
I need help/Accepting some is my fear
This isn’t just a lifestyle choice
It’s become my existence/Sorta an addiction
Without it/I just couldn’t survive/I need it
You just wouldn’t understand
This is my passion/This is my calling
I exchange one for another
They are the same
Music & Writing/Writing & Music
My drugs of choice

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

SOPA Blackout

Tell them that we mean business.

https://www.google.com/landing/takeaction/

This is a stance against the injustice that the Government is imposing on us, let them know we won't allow it.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Moon Man

I feel like the moon
The sole difference between night and day
A lone entity surrounded by the same things
Night and day
Never changing mentally
Nor does he change physically
Alas his face is never the same
His emotions make him reckless
Always tossing friends away
His problem is he hides his fears
Amongst the bottles on his shelf
His insecurities make him sharp
His purpose makes him clever
Yet he sits in the cold of night
Never knowing what it really means

Friday, January 13, 2012

My Little Pony Love Rant


I love her like,
Gays love GaGa, and brightly colored shirts,
Like Grandma's sweet potato pie,
I just can't get enough.
Like Pinky-Pies, cupcakes when I'm watching My Little Pony,
What I mean is......
When she sprints around,
I get a boney,
Like a unicorn, when it first sees its mate,
I sprout up, and then spew all types of things.
I guess with all this rambling, you want to know what's on my mind,
Let me not beat around the bush any longer,
For you my heart, has made me travel over yonder,
No longer, do I yearn for the approval of another.
Must I Dash through Rainbows,
To show you the point, 
You're crazy sexy cool,
I guess, I love you,
Like Vinyl Scratch's bass cannon,
Crank it to about 11,
Let the Twilight Sparkle, all over the place,
As our love breaks the bottles of,
Applejack Daniels under the frame.
And now that it is out there, please don't
Fluttershy, because a love in this Rarity,
Is so hard to find.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Life Update

It's been a while since I have updated my blog. I'm working on a few new projects that I would like to have up and running sometime soon. My favorite project would be this radio club we are trying to start. But I'm also working on this manuscript. Its going great so far. I'll update on the progress from time to time.
The radio club my be approved soon, if this does happen well then I'll be going viral real quick my friends real quick.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Concept Living

She was an abused batted beaten soul,
An artist many would oppose,
Family friends,
All looked the other way,
Her cries for help ignored,
Her escape door closed,
Only two options,
Opt in or opt out,
Her choice was to weather the storm,
Ride it along.

He was a scorned lover student of the word,
An artist who repressed himslef,
Ignoring signs of help,
Losing touch with reality,
Fall in different traps of insanity,
Drunken nights filled with so much marijuana smoke,
Self pity, self loathing, self hating,
Blaming self for things he had no control of,
Two choices,
Give in to depression,
Or rise against it,
Unfortunately he lost to his,
Coasting off to a distance land.

She found him,
On an island,
Lost without passion and purpose,
She was revived and rejuvenated from her experenices,
Him indifferent to the world,
Felt like a lost soul,
Their hearts entwined,
In both body and mind,
Thus their past,
They forgotten.

Two kindred spirits,
On a journey,
Into the beyond,
Beyond thought,
Beyond sight,
Beyond heaven,
Beyond hell,
Beyond humanity,
Beyond this,
Thus making them forever conceptually in love.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Fresh Start?

If I reached out to you Though text messages Of sweet nothing's I know it would make you smile But if I told you I was scared to hurt you Even though you said I never could And I said I never would Would you be offended If I was a little resistant Had to readjust my system I'm not scared of you I'm scared of me You're a butterfly Full of beauty and grace I'm a flame With a destructive taste So may you accept my apology The truth is I see you highly And I'm very earthly Your more like Jane Jetson Futurist fly shit I'm more like Fred Flintstone Rock in a hard place I'm excited about the future Okay with the right now Anxious for your responses To jumpy to let it show Didn't know how to word this So I hope this note Would let it show Again sorry for the confusion Stupidity is my conclusion I just hope my stupidity Leads us to something more Simple and Clean

Friday, October 14, 2011

Minority Report

If we make everything a racial issue
Because of the pigment in my skin tissue
I'll raise the debt ceiling
With all the tension in this room
If I read the Koran
And wear a turban
I'll be stopped by the cops
Before I make it to the local Stop and Shop
Searched and degraded
Because in this country I made it
The land of the free
More like the land of the freely oppressed
If I'm not a christian
The country detest
When the troops come home
Who do we send next
Young and gifted
We are next
Young and gifted
Society will stress
But young and gifted
Is society's best
We can make a change
If society lets
Lets cut the chains of oppression
Empty out every weapon
End the war on drugs
So my brothers catch no slugs
End the war on terror
So I may sleep
Bang bang
We lost another heart beat
As I pour my soul into this page
More blood is being spilled on the stage
There could never be any peace
As long as the worlds leaders
Are asleep

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Sleeping in Twilight

I can't sleep without seeing your face
You haunt my dreams
Taking my mind to a dark and eerie place
I see things that only most can imagine
You do things some nights my mind can't fathom
Yet I keep dreaming
Realty is so last week
The new scene is depended on this mind state
That sleep equals greatness
And accepting you're miles away
Is no longer an option
When I wake I lie still
Waiting for the next dream
Last night you kissed me
It felt as if you where there
You felt so real
The adventures we share
Are only able in sleep
For if they were real
My soul is the lords to keep
The angel in my dreams
The one in my heart
The one in some distance town
That my words cannot reach
Knows thy emotions are real
So she dreams of other things
To make the time go by
They say I waste my life
Living dream by dream
Shy by shy
I say they are foolish
For they will never feel a love
As pure and as innocent as mine

The Drummer Boys

Can you hear the beating?
A million drums at once
All beating to the same tune
All in sync at once
They never miss a beat
They never take a break
Each and everyday
They learn and play a new song
A song that we shall sing
If you where aware of the beauty
That these million drummers make
You wouldn't want to sing
The things we must sing
For every drummer boy
Another life is born
For every few across the world
Another life is torn
Because the differences in the world
Cannot be understand
The drummer boy beats his  drum
Against his friend
Ten drummer boys beating against religion
Another ten beat against the color of skin
Now I don't really like this song
Yet I must sing along
It's my drum against his
Because my government tells fibs
And they taught me to fear
His many differences
Not to learn and embrace
Use destroy and erase 
We drummer boys make beauty
Just not in the way
Us normal people can enjoy
We make beauty
For those who love war
We make music for the sleeping
Drummer boys