Lullaby

walk into the forest too deep wrapping my heart for you to keep
I woke up from a deep sleep I roamed around cold beach like a creep I anticipated the night a quiet riot they kidnap the light
loves tide, the day i stared into your eye, doubt committed suicide. In you arms, i couldve cried, instead rage took hostage with a insidious lie
Id love to say i could try, but with you absent id rather die.

She called calligraphy, my art,my biography. Im a tyrant, painfully referencing life’s bibliography. As soon as i realized life wasnt smiles and flowers, i found you to stare at for hours. Scared by a dispassionate kiss, dolorous by the puddle of old piss.

Id take a stroll, heartbreaks sedatives had taken a toll. I was high on false hope, i built a fortress to try and cope but god got to me. I was going to slit my throat, hoping the blood would keep afloat long enough to see the sunshine. Howls of experimentation, forsaken with loves temptation. Nothing could fructify your lost sensation.

I stood then, my mind below a star. It flew away so far, as my overachieving repertoire kept its prominence on like a dirty scar. I see you in a dream, your portrait still more beautiful then anything id ever seen. But your intentions are as sharp as a scream, i can no longer try and balance on that beam. This poem is the beginning of the team, you think your queen but it wont be long this confidence reigns supreme.

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

Warmonger in Therapy (Entry 6)

I don’t remember how i came up with the name Warmonger…
I still really like it a lot, i think it gives a airy message to what you are about to read. A lot of my poems have been just rambling lately, but now i plan on delivering more of a metaphorical message, more of balance between everything then before. A bit of rhyming, a bit of wordplay, some imagery and now i want to write some poems with a story, or something to tell. A lot of it has been my emotion, now i can put my emotion into other things. I’m so excited to bring that to you!
I hope you guys are checking out my book’s Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/citybreaksitspromise! also be sure to check out the book trailer which is floating around. I think that i have become such a better person after writing these books and sharing my experiences with you guys. I truly am grateful today!