Oneirology

Onierology, you never were my best friend, i believe in dreams to defend, in philosophy to comprehend and years ago i dreamt of the end, some people say my main character is my identical twin who genetics that revolutionize next to kin

I say you are an OK computer, far before the Bends, Fuck Pablo Honey, I desire blood stained money, egyptian cotten and a means to beginAs i sway, my feelings depart, this is my head and this is my little heart, my endeavor is a machine so warm it up before we start

This is skyscrapers in the Horizon, a wandering mind beside ballons captivating our eyesIm elated every night because I’ve got stars in my sight and,A future that never liedTokyo gaze as I fight the tide in which so many have died

Its the time of the night, when i feel alternative dance in my veins, blood pumps past the obstacles in my brain as I marvel at all the adversity ive already slain, then its that time of the day when im next to my love and i realize i have everything to lose and nothing to gain

The bitter taste of desperation in my mouth, drives me insane

Speeding through the wrong land with her heart to steal

Waiting until i get the Electric Feel

Stargazer in the basement, like post mortem slides in descent

Her head beside my ugly snout, heartbeating together and I Shout!

I just figured life Out

So speak your clout, ive got credentials like a disco sensation or a victory speech with no indentations, Sly & the Family Stone raised me beside urban poetry in my Thompson Home, Im a good sport so i throw these motherfuckers two and a half bones

I remembered my face covered in blood everyday except halloween, I wasnt going to be a demographic, you can see and hear what im saying, but do you have any idea of what i mean?

I wouldnt settle for one scene, I wasnt destined to be an average angst ridden teen or a fiend

Thought about taking my life, die before seeing Keane…Never

And im an Author, its true, I promise not to take my life if the sky isnt always blue

All of Your love, i couldnt sever

Through my work, i will Live forever

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Last Poem (For You)

 

Yo I realized I’m not enough, I see through your god, your words and everything you preach, its bittersweet when you disappear from my reach. I can see the darkest lie is true, I wrote my last poem for you

I don’t need a weapon to lose my life yeah, but I’m dying to be forgiven. Sadness is never ending, the ballad beat the eulogy, my last poem is just the beginning. The sound of a fight is the bane of my silent night, it’s a new name controlling the game. I breath threats, your presence in this equation is as relevant as a cassette, and as I spit into the face of trauma with a New Flame, I swear on my life this will never be the same

I can see the darkest lie is true, I wrote my last poem for you. Created riddles for you children like Winnie The Pooh, solving the mystery without a clue, this perestroika is my enigma, to keep up my stigma now watch me burn, cut my face, only wanted a taste.

Talk to me, flourish at an early age yeah, I sustained non fiction on the first page moments before I embrace unchecked rage, aggression, I was born to set the world on fire let me sum it up in a melody or a dreadful epiphany, I’d never thought I’d live long enough to cook goals like rotisserie but enemies fell like Rome, Chris and I are the New Triumvirate, are you illiterate or just really stupid, words aren’t a threat just my best bet, what are the odds we can end this centennial with success that’s millennial, meet each regret just to breed pets to collect all of society’s debts

The heat is rising, disguises and souvenirs, I did things my way, debonair. Its an ending fitting for the start, I live life for those who chose to depart. I’ll thrash and tear you apart, because deep down inside I really hate you.

The aftermath of a cruel gag, it’s the era of cool pictures and unquestionable swag. I hold a brown paper bag in the ICU, slit my wrists and then wrote this ode to the nine people In my fucking crew. We stand perpendicular to the animal kingdom, gargantuan, REPRESENT, homeless with a immaculate tent

I wrote my last poem for you, but there is no remorse in this milieu. So get ready for my big debut, I said I’d off myself but my life is extended, question of life open ended, I’m hurt but no longer dependent, I suffer and cry, but this is the biggest fuck you to the ugliest lie, I live through my work so I’ll never die

Sorry Sorry Sorry For the Long Lapse of Time!

I miss you guys, writing all my -ish on here to you cool folks. I’m pretty much back, i usually take a break from everything when else when i am attempting to book write. You know how it is right! But now i’m here and i hope i can win some of you guys back. Oh and some exciting news coming up. A Poem book available on Amazon! Also its very cool to be repping my publisher Trafford, they are in the million dollar club. Things are sounding good. I don’t know, it’s a start to get something out. PEOPLE JUST WANT MY BOOK haha, they want it bad so its coming out January!

Sospedos

Negative man
I’m a negative man, in a blabbering scene so let’s be real
Taking care of documents, library of god’s word
I’m discouraged wide awake
But falling asleep

One day i blow up

One day, one more day without love
Don’t kill me
Don’t say those things

Just spare me in this wilderness

Spare me in City Light
because before i wrote this night