A Bittersweet Morning

This is a poem for when the music slows down

When you have no shoulder to cry on

Your beliefs are nothing but a leaf in the mud
I thought I could trust you, I thought we were blood
There are signs of descent in every other word

You say you love me, but that’s not what I heard
Pain striking me when I’m down
I’ve lost my status
Now I’m simply your clown

There are a thousand songs to write
Only a few that touch your heart

On the way to the almighty light
Kicked the bucket in slow motion

Liquor and Pills, a magic potion
Maybe I don’t know how to love
Partially to blame
But when you find the special girl

Nothing really feels the same
Is this just a fairytale? Or is life supposed to be lived this way?
This is more than a game
There is so much more at play

Today

I’ve been dead for years and you just noticed
Today you watched me float away without saying a word

You could have at least giving me a hug
Nothing destroys me more then your Public displays of affection

Nothing hurts me more then the fact that your happier then me
I still don’t know how long I’ll last

I’ll probably just go home
And I never thought about love truly until today
And now today I’m dying, today I’m losing all that I used to have
Today I’m losing my mind

Today I can’t spell, today I’m shaking

Today I need you, and you aren’t even awake yet

I need your approval today and I need to feel normal
I need to touch the ground
I need to be free
And the scariest thing is that i might live long 

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Take a Minute (The Poem)

 

The solemn aggression and pain of lonely nights, the darkness and disputes shine upon city lights

 

I sway in the wind as the feeling of doom creeps in despite all the advantages of a perpetuating preconceived desires and barren roads that seem to never end

 

They say I’m kidding but it’s a fact, it’s a stereotype of the prejudice that’s built to react

 

My past influences the way I act

 

The messages from society shield wondrous dreams, and I’m beginning to waste away it seems, and if you don’t help me now ill fade away in the misery Day in Day out

 

 

 

Misery finds a home it always does, a problem evolves from me to us, and if looks could kill I’d bury your trust

 

I’d always had my heart in hand, I always said if the tide rose I’d stand, maybe I’m just not god’s man

 

As times passes so quick, in motion my life makes me sick, and you remind me of all the things that were ever said by knowing me when my face was plastered red

 

Controlling each impulse and feeling with empty meds, and the tribulation of being hungry and having yet to be fed no, because sometimes I feel like I’m going to just drop dead

 

It’s the nights I loathe and the daylight I dread, I’m wasting away in bed, the feeling is beginning to spread and I’m fading, I’m fading Day In, Day Out, Day In, Day Out

 

 

 

Smash the window resulting in bloody knees, disgusting fiends waiting for the itch to cease

 

The moments of day when I struggle to breath, delaying celebrations because I’m trying to prove to myself that I still even believe

 

And, I remember so clearly the days I slit my wrist, I remember so clearly all the risks I took to exist

 

To abort an idea and watch it wheeze, set fire to the world, hopes and bars

 

My mind is becoming an exhibition that transcends dimensions for tradition, just so I can have faster cars, sometimes I think there is a moon man and I’m living on mars

 

And no I’m not gonna shot for the stars again, fall from the sky and die breathing in air I used to rely in

 

Day in, Day Out, the reality never speaks it shouts, Day in, Day Out, Day In Out, but I don’t want to fade away, I don’t want to leave this world today

 

There is a memory so stand still, Take a Minute prior to pulling the trigger because now I’ve got a view to a kill

 

I was promised good things that end, and I always knew they would

 

I tried to conquer this world, and even as I falter I know I still could

 

So many perfect shapes, how do I compete? Truth is what you perceive but depending on how much you believe will raise the limits on all that you receive.

 

I’m looking at the quiet sky again, and I’m looking at a close up of the past on New Year’s Eve, the silence holds aggression that builds belief, like blasphemy and grace creating a new me yeah

 

Day creeps and night tends, I’ve got the devil inside yet I ascend, and I blend animosity like it’s a trend, nutrition for a theory fueling hypocrisy, with hate so far the eye can’t see

 

And it’s the times of the night that remind, that if it wasn’t for the hate I couldn’t be me, the evil entity

 

 

 

Have you been able to pontificate about dark days and bright nights that we’ve got, making magic out of the illusions of the people in which we are not

 

I can’t think straight, the pain must stop, because if I stay to off balance I’ll drop These are the days when a father is needed by his son

 

I need someone to pick up the pieces instead of turning around to run, I need a clearer vision of the sun, because some days I feel like a big mistake, and then others like the chosen one, these are the days when I’m reminded how I was born by the knife and will live by a gun

 

This teenage minacity is less innocent then a stroll on the city, or the brutality of the town without pity, revenge and repent, tragedy of the years of doves and mud, and the present terror of the past blood

 

Stuck in my mind, its Day in Day out, stuck in design, the fear, the terror I can’t speak much clearer

 

Because the chills become sincerer, its Day in Day Out, the place more lights to shine on my drought

 

I don’t want to drown or burn away, I want to rise above and howl what I’ve got to say, without delay I want all of hell to pay before I fade away. It’s the glimpse of hope, misery of gleams, Day In Day Out its not what it seems 

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Y’all Gon Love This (Poem)

Y’all Gone love This

Like the stains of time deeply rooted in the back of my mind
Wondrous by design, with something that is bigger then all of mankind
A thought, love like a burning pendulum on Olympic Mountain
The Fountain of youth draining my ambitions, I feel like I’m thirty with two fingers in the air like I just don’t care
And maybe I don’t
Grassroots on my grounds like pebbles
Enough syllables in the rhymes to leave the distance disheveled
And the pain is heavy weighing down on a heavy weight
Watch me on Facebook as I drink, smoke and fornicate
Looking like Norman Bates on a Roman Holiday
I could spot you from a mile away
Drinking your cherry wine you fucking Punk
I don’t listen I get pissed and, start to raise hell like when I learned my A B Cs
Looking out for DDs, bricks and a couple of keys
Settling for tight denim on my ashy knees and nobody collecting my pee
Haven’t danced in the dark in awhile but I count the legs on the centipede
Almost impeded the groove no can’t have that
NOT until the End
not until the END 

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I’m Gone (Poetry)

Nothing was the same since i’ve gone insane 
My life has been a ray of conspiracies, the morgue is protecting me 
I fell through the cracks, I’ve stacked up some racks 
Poor pity on the top of the product
I haven’t been accused by authority, but i was accused by you
You are nobody, there is a ray of sunlight but i ignore it
You don’t know the facts, but they are hidden in the back pocket of my slacks
I struggle and i cry, i look at the mountains in the background and i pray to nature
So Fuck this shit and let me go in with the self righteous tragedies 
Please, let me plead because i’ve pled 
Let me ascend because i’ve bled
Drops on a stained glass floor and now I’ve fled 

La Da Da Da (Poem)

I see the air to keep on moving as the sounds are gloomy but the music is grooving

I want to believe that this taste in my mouth isn’t that bitter

I’m in love with a shadow that’s a lie stranded under the night sky

A Girl who hates the simple things and is so special she occupied my mind

The pain she has been inflicting made me feel like a victim

And I feel like a little lost child, but then I realize I’m the chosen one

So look in my eyes before I run

My memory has notes on a scandal, I’m breathing in the air of a lost night desperately trying to find a pattern among the screams

The stage and the beams overcome me as my soul leaves my body

I saw my love from a distance, and even as the dark nights cease

I realize my heart may not know its part, but the pain got leaner when you were by my side

I remember a lovelorn creature scrambling to be free, with a heart that was to big for me

My love stayed down to the wire where the bad ones go, and she ran with me down a desolate hill only to fall to the bottom

Her last words run with me wherever I go, from the top of the stars, to a sky that is blue, to the snow of a windy mountain or drowning in a river

She was my last thought, as I was baptized by rejection

I know the night would forewarn me but a day would come when this hex and curse would let me free

I smile in the mirror remembering the past, and thinking about a future

She set my world on fire, but someday another will burn it down

The nights when my body was numb and I dreamed hard and shot high, my hand passing through clear skies

Sometimes my heart sinks like stone, and I wonder when I will roam

When the days will engulf my chest and I will once again be blessed

I’ve been ruined and tarnished, only to be reborn as the representative of lost hearts

I miss the days when my heart would beat so hard I’d feel like I was dying, when I’d wipe off her tear as she was crying

But those memories have a time to go

I shake off the nonsense and stand on the edge wondering whether there is a way back home,home to all the pain and the dishonor, I wanted to show everyone I know that I was going to make it home

I went to hide from whatever is broken, that reaps through the wild wide ocean tide

And as I glide,all the love in past won’t hurt inside and maybe it’s time to go and be something greater then I’ve ever tried, and I don’t want to hurt your pride,but maybe its time to just fly?

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The Plight and the Fury

Fingers covered in ink, mind like a contraceptive, make the music something you can step with but don’t overdue the loops, shoot hoops with Versace boots betting on military coups whilst down in the blues.

Feeling some type of way, ready to take over

The setbacks have been severe, wondering if people still care, I’ve been going hungry no food in the house and no new clothes not no new friends, sharp razors and lose ends

But here I am still full of hope, some nights it’s hard to cope with all the potential, destroy the next phenomenon and then burn all that’s sentimental, because I’m invading kindle because my words are mentally ill, went to private hospital but couldn’t pay the bill and I went to a graveyard with time to kill

Even Still, I’m not who I used to be before, ruthless as I fit the bill, ready to die, ready to kill

Not a man around who can stop me, not a plan that’s sound that would drop me. The sick part is that I’m not that bad, I whine about what I had, cry for my dad but nothing to be ashamed of

They mock me and threaten to give me a slug, but they are just bugs slightly perpendicular to the whole I dug, lots of crud and lots of bullshit, sometimes my brain is on empty but the ideas flooded just won’t fit

Sometimes I scream so the angels will carry me away

God might be great be he hasn’t answered anything that I’ve said

I’m going to tell him about himself the day I die, and I’m going to create swords of every tear that I cried

Every day without electricity and going hungry, stare down the competition because my friends love me

Talking shit like my mouth was a toilet, maybe I never knew who I was enough to even kill myself, food for thought so don’t spoil it

Mad decent on wheels but we have to constantly oil it

 

And this is my ambition, shaking so much that you think I had a condition

But it’s anger repeating in repetition

Been rejected to so many times, hated and disliked

To the death I’m sick, write pieces with ice picks

Before I sat where I sit, I was an distorted animal something like a bull pit

Pressured to throw in the paw and quit

But now I’m trending like a Twitter fit

 

Roll my eyes into the back of my head while throwing up signs with my deformed fingers

Throwing pitches and this one is a sinker, but as my product falls to dirt there are so many things I need to say  but I don’t know how

I’m in my zone but I don’t know how far I’m allowed, but don’t kill my mojo

Might not be the best but I’m banging my chest

More hyped then the rest, humbed to be alive after four attempts on my life

This is the rage, depression, love and plight

Of Anthony Day Grandin

 

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Fortified Plight

Nights that were as dark as the day, times when I had so much on my mind but had nothing to say

I’ve stood next to the truth and not seen a thing

I’ve lived a life with belief,

That I’m going to live a life that is as bright as a light

Nations prepared to kill to protect all the own

Boys and girls ready to change the world

My heart beats heavier as the most ridiculous parts of life are what I used to hold dear

And Starry nights make it easier for our climb

To make it all the way to a life as bright as a light

Tools from the box to create something great

Guitar riffs constructed to integrate sound like syllables straight from the horses mouth

And noise ringing into our headphones on a fiery night

When we were young we couldn’t have cared less about the climb

But now I shout into the darkness to fortify my timeless fight

Health those who have stained by bombs and gunfire

Bring them into a lifestyle of quiet

Everyone has something to say so let’s broadcast it, expression

Fight with our minds in a brutal recession

Sessions of love and care

Because we are nothing without one another

The last man on earth’s greatest memory was when he was with someone else

Our prize, on the top shelf (A synonym for our brains)

And planets may collide…
But we pound our chest as we start out our climb

Starry nights help the journey all the way to the peak

To fortify a timeless, and the fact that I’m going to live a life as bright as a light

And I’m going to shoot way out of sight, and be cradled by hope and not by past plight

To live a life, in the shining lights