Politicians and Celebrities

Celebrities and Politicians tell us their opinion
They spoil the fun and add predictability to the ending
Im still sinning in favor of a short life, but i’ll live long…hopefully
I imagine myself with you on starry nights
While i’m standing alone
On the corner
In the rain
Black Vietnam and it’s 2014, and if you don’t know what I mean then you should split from this naturally poetic and violently ill scene
With extras and a few fiends
The video shows a time when we weren’t as keen
On the insanity of being willing to lose your life over some stupid shit
L-O-R-D shit, celebrities and politicians give us their wits
And we listen to their nasty little fits
We listen to them as they change their kits
And we just sit, to hear debauchery in vocabulary, and when your itinerary begins disappear and the phone rings
I get money, the chorus begins to sing
Guess who is back, The newest author who is young and black
Feeling a certain type of way trying to write up what you lack
Feeling the urge to slack but then I wouldn’t be getting the keys to the city in twenty years, bringing some pride back to New Haven
Bestseller for my other peers who told me I couldn’t do it
Made it for those who said i couldn’t make it through hell
Nightmares as the devils son like L
Getting back up if I fell in the present tense , weighing pounds for pence and hence, I’m living foul for all that I did awhile back

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Get Wrecked

I’ve been to my own gravesite in my mind
When the winds were so strong
For you and I to stay together, but don’t have any fear

Hold me closer and I’ll take us home
Before then let our minds roam

To conquer the wall in between our love and his admiration

Dedicated to all the broken hearts

And the ones waiting to break

And for god’s sake don’t peel away
When you don’t have the best of days
What’s at play is the fate of the only world that matters, yours

If you stay alive long enough to drive fast cars and pick up white girls at a Copenhagen bar

Playing drums to your favorite song

Right before your unbeknownst swan song
When the barrel of life’s gun points between your eyes
Will you cry or look at all the beauty that conquered the pain
Will you cower, because you had more love to gain

Or will my days that remain
Be smeared by self destruction

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Bus Ride

There is a bus ride, that I take in the morning

Sun Rises as I’m yawning 
They say you can make a story out of anything

So let me write this song, you can sing

I’ve got sun in my eyes on this bus ride, feeling some breeze with the water in my eyes

Intercepting the life, but it’s not a pick six 
Siting next to an old woman who smells like the death sticks

Life is a blessing, driving across from blessings

A Chinese restaurant, the food is a blessing

Time that I’m missing, money that I’m pissing away

That’s why I had to ride the bus today
Next to shady characters, looking very hazardous

Life right now feels like swing or miss

I’m close to my destination, but I’m living and breathing underneath procrastination

And now I’m looking at skyscrapers that I blame for corporate mechanisms and greed

But they are institutions and programs that I use and need 
The bus ride is an eye opening thing

You feel like a peasent but theres no reason you can’t be a king

Self worth thrown into the mix and the devil gets his kicks

But life transcends large houses and cool bling

You are creatures, who…

Ride the bus, and if you want feel free to join us

Beautiful Girl

When I was losing stars in the night I wished the sky to be blue

But,

As I drowned in all this holy water, all I could think of was you

This is the beginning; I overcame a time when glimpses of sun were to few

And I believe in you and everything because you are so true

As a new rose grows, I want to take your hand, run and not even stop for the sun

Our hearts pacing,

Because I want life to not matter at all, the seconds and minutes pass one by one

You’re blinding, that I want to fast forward to new times and then go back and live in rewind

Because you are one of a kind

Auttimn, I was waiting for the clouds to pass over, but now I’m going to read this poem aloud

Something so blue, and now all that’s on my mind is you

I stare into your eyes to the sound of a melody, because your grace is the symphony

To say what exactly that it meant to me, to pass along transcending dimensions to create a better entity

The seasons were there to take care, and then summer past and autumn came to appear

Look in the mirror and you’re a dazzling dancer in the question of life, in which you are the answer

To a life worth living, I’ve been parading around the old past looking for pain to be forgiven

A life worth living

And,

I can’t wait until tomorrow to give her my heart with giving

You were the stars from the start, and just like trouble times each night the sun departs

And the night tends but the day restarts, and you are

Imagination compared to sorrow, it’s the fact that if I’ll go slow so WE CAN BE TOMORROW

It’s the clouds they hold you my dear, so if I should wipe a tear or listen to you as you conquer each fear, I want you to know I sign all my poems sincere

I was caught in the sea battling me; doorway to the future is entry I can’t see

I kept fishing under the moon, they told me to be patient and that my catch wouldn’t come so soon

Turns out, it went past June, and I would walk around Sovereign park, when the light shined upon couples and gloom complimented the dark

I knew nothing about girls, until I met this pearl

In one day I stared and my life became a swirl

Next week I had to be dreaming, but this scene and this conflict I was fleeing

I realized it was the most beautiful girl in my world that I was seeing

In her beauty I was believing, and as I stared with wondrous eyes

My chest began to curl because,

I’m so fond of this beautiful girl

For Auttimn :))

The Ballad of Johnny Handsome (Story Poem)

He screamed as the answer to her wishes couldve never been forseen, it was the birth of a dream. Jonathan Clement, the beautiful boy, was his moms shining moment. She wanted to pray but she couldnt think of anything else to say. With her baby in her hand she hovered in dreamland. Home was no paradise, it was as dark as a morbidly outrageous poem, as Johnny’s story was to collapse like rome. But her held her son, as her husband lurked in front of her with a loaded gun. Was he a bum or the shadow of a million suns, what captivated her scream was Johnnys beautiful gleam

They danced to The Clash, the old piggy banks were quickly replaced by a savings account stash. Things had changed, Johnny’s father the horribly deranged had departed and this new ray of hope allowed Johnnys mom to cope. Jim was his name, his face so dim and his clothes were on the administrative brim. The future forcasted acid rain but he kept Johnnys mom sane. Motivation advocated by education, led to a seaside vacation. This was the new sensation, haunted only by Johnnys new uncles indications. Vacation became a hobby, Johnny didnt miss the bland streets. Sand felt great on a eight year olds feet. He was oblivious to this pedophiles lie, he thought he was to old to cry because he didnt want to do it anymore, he wanted to die. Johnny Handsome was his uncles nickname, part of his sick game. As he held Johnny down he wanted to die, it lasted until eleven and he wanted to die. He’d seen the ocean, the Bahamas and cartoons but this pain came to soon.

Rebellion, just as Johnny predicted a riot. The violence was silent, the punishment was to quiet. The hallway had pollution, it was part of the principles solution, chaos was the name of this fuckin institution. There were sustained junkies in the bathroom who just took small 90 proof sips, chapped lips and kids sold tips to keep from taking a police station trip. It was just a teenage population seeking oppressive liberation. Then for Johnny came first love, he hovered like a Peace admiring the sky up above. She was Jan, they strolled through the park just never after dark. As they kissed they held each others hand, then came the pleasure that few felt in these United Lands. Johnny the goon who sank so low, to hurt to recognize a friend or a foe, had brought flour, butter, frosting and dough. Baking the cake would take an hour to finish, but the phone call was just a minute. The cake burned reminiscent to Johnnys fate. He wanted to rally poetry to get her. After a year, he never forgot her. Upset and unclear, Johnny drank ten warm beers. This was the product of his trauma’s fear, and all he owned was a tear

Blood game motherfucker, a young adult alternative that consisted of enforcing on greedy suckers. Johnnys life was a symphony like the laxative’s pergative. It was buy, sell and kill to live, he was twenty and he had no love to give. He did a bid, never had a kid, forgot the one person he loved and protected the dirt that he did. It came naturally, he insisted you had to die a few times to see. If Johnny didnt find the key, he simply would no longer be. Twist to the story, was a rat named Cory. He ducked and showed Johnny he didnt give a fuck. A snitch that he had to scratch like a itch. Brain beaten and in a psychotic state, this odd job could decide his fate. He prayed, but it was obviously twenty years to late.

He arrived at the scene, he tried to figure his life expectancy, but he didnt want to use mode or mean. He insisted on Median. To destroy your heart, soul and every single pole, this pain he carried wasnt his fault. The darkness in the cloud, no matter how loud was not his fault. He made it to the first floor, and he crept to the door. People blessed him with a sense of morality, but Johnny Handsome challanged it would cramp his individuality. But then his body lay lifeless, his head resting next to a puddle of old piss. For years Johnny Handsome held himself ransom, the prize would be new eyes. He had seen to much, lost the sensation of touch. There wasnt much to be said at the funeral, Johnny was finally dead. He was a stain to most, one of life’s banes. They discussed his deeds at the party, but only few understood what was true. Nobody had the right to judge after what he went throughImage

I Watch as The Roses Die

 

The sky separates with a message I don’t want to hear

As the world ends around me, I kneel down finally conceding defeat
Scribbles itched muscle deep into my arms, burned straight through the skin

Warning signs of the false messiah on the rise

And I can’t keep it together until the wait
I have to stay strong best I can, I have to learn to believe

There were only moments available
For me to look deep into my soul
A lonely adolescent with the weight of the world on his chest

Can you tell me it’s ok?
Or will you retreat as a tidal wave reigns down from up above the Universe
Holy Water seeping through the Earth healing our regime and preparing for the next

 

Desire

 

The hairs on my arms stand up as I see I become so scared
The screech of lost moments ringing through the air

But I if I were to stay deaf as tidal wave of the universe approaches

Then it will be my down
We will croach in fear, and hopefully remember all that is dear
With pop songs in the back of ours minds

And rock n roll during a London night

We hush at the fear in the plight
We know we open up to the feelings that are undone

Broken and Blind
Crawling for desire
With pills in the pit of our stomach
Desire on our sleeves

Desire, elate my heart and take over time

The idea burning at the back of my mind like fire
Leaves me to contemplate the world as I tire