Lost Love

I didnt like the video,

Nor did i like the song,

But the message in the music,

Left me feeling strong,

He need to find your loving,

He need to find your heart,

Instead you got him killed in the dark,

Now what a young boy supposed to do,

When he getting close to you,

You being the shady female with an alteria motive or two,

Run these dudes to the bottom of the ocean there love,

And bet ya bottom dollar that if you drowning,

She'll take that bottom dollar,

The moral of the story is that love is for the birds not the snakes and the rats,

So let your fly and your heart soar,

Don't let it lay in the den with the desires of sin

Eminem Recovery

Recovery Album cover

The Spark

A seed was planted some time December,

Around the summer months arose this ember,

Who would of known the ember had the passion of a winner,

And even in the cold months of winter,

His spark would rise about the other saints and sinners,

Even though he never gave a fuck about what he had for dinner,

His whole revolved around this center,

With few friends over the years he went to his inner,

Came up with so many fine ideas they might give you a splinter,

Found out his emotions was deadlier than swallowing paint thinner,

He puts the pen to the paper then lets his thoughts simmer,

Write, rewrite, read repeat till the lights in his room starts to flicker,

Till his head hurts and body feels even sicker,

But this isn't the end the plot gets thicker,

The he I speak of is a little slicker,

For he is me and we are quicker,

And the love for this craft is bigger,

Than maybe that of the Almighty Figure,

For his spark is brighter than any star, moon, or light fixture.

Reality

As we sit here,

In this place,

Where up is down,

And that square is round,

We fight,

Not knowing what we are fighting for,

You put me out,

Over he said she said,

Even though what matters,

Is what we say,

What we do,

We fight because,

Thats what they want us to do.


People need to feed,
Feed off others people's mistakes,
Failures and misfortunes,
Like leeches in the pond,
The vampire in the flicks,
Who is truly the monster,
The confused one,
Or the human condition?

For The Hell of It

For the Horde,

For the Country,

For the Queen,

For Greatness,

And for Glory,

Whatever you do it for,

It doesn't really matter,

If you don't do it for the love,

Then was it worth doing,

You could have all the fame,

And all the riches,

But if you die alone,

An old bitter bitch,

In the end,

Who was the dumb twit,

Me the kid with the dream,

And didn't get to live it,

Or you the fool who sold,

The soul for the riches quick?

The Force

May the force be with you,

Put the pill bottle down boy,

Don't be tempted by the ways of the dark side,

Drop the vodka,

Like you would drop a hot plate,

You do not need it,

Feed into you passion.

Not your fear,

Not your appetite for destruction,

Pick up the pen,

For the end is not near,

When one door closes.

Another may appear,

And if this may come to an end.

Know this young Jedi,

You will always have a friend in me.


Inspired by Kristal Clairé Opal Miller

Ignorant Bliss

My life is a train wreck,

Where the cars just keep piling up,

As soon as I clear it,

Things just seem to mess up,

Its like keeping your room clean,

When you own a dog,

No matter how you clean it,

It will always fall apart.

See the story here,

Will always be the same,

Just like every story,

It begins with a girl,

And a game,

The game began very simple,

Just keep her interested,

But now my fate lies at the nexus.

The path that is now in front,

Isn't very clear,

I walk in hoping for the best,

But per-pairing for the worst,

For I've been down this before,

And believe me it hurts,

In the end,

It comes down to this,

My fate is sealed,

I just wait in what might be,

Ignorant bliss.

Revelation

     Yes I'm an addict. Okay I'll admit it. I'm addicted to lots of things. I come to face my reality, some of my habits might be life treating. Like sitting in a dark room and writing/typing till my eyes hurts and my hands go numb. Or zoning out to Eminem albums all night. Even though they maybe some of the best rap albums I ever heard, that doesn't mean they need to be what I'm drifting away to. Hell even listening to all my friends problems may be one of those bad habits. But seriously, I don't know what to do about this. Finals week I stayed up more nights editing poems than I study for exams. I think I did this all semester looking back, hell all school year even.   Acceptance is the first step to recovery. But I don't think writing and music is the problem. It could be all the violent video games I put in my system. That could be it, many of my past relationship have failed because of video games, not poetry. On second thought let me do some more soul searching before I start kicking habits to the curb. Ah man its the same song and dance. Two steps forward three steps back. Back to the drawing board.

Gitchee Gitchee Goo Means That I Love You

You Snuck Your Way Right Into My Heart - Phineas and Ferb Lyrics + HQ (M...

Like a ninja from above

You snuck your way right into my heart

And I don't know if you like Phineas and Ferb but they stole the words right out of my mouth