Modern

 

Then it’s your eyes, that don’t walk alone

And we believe in you, tonight

Walking through the streets

My dreams stay steady rising
My dreams fall to the shadows, tonight

Walking through the streets, my dreams stay firmly riddled in pain

My dreams descend but I’ll fight

 

But until the end, I’ll walk alone

Before the witnesses of the night

Will you hold my hand

Will your heart stay rooted toward the shadow

I’ve seen the bleeding sky far beyond shadow

The darkness of the night won’t be my option

The light near the moon has been my savior

Far before the beginning of time

My heart is a vessel and the light at the end of the tunnel is my sea

If you are an angel, then what does that make me?

Until the end I will carry you in grief

Find a sense of forgiveness

Believe
Hold everything close and see

That if you are a river I understand why I have drowned

If your eyes are the ocean, then what is your frown?
If life is a game, then am I the clown?
Do you believe me or is this an empty climax

Is that a wall behind our backs?

Is this world made of particles that we lack

If there are so many holes, why do I get stuck in the cracks?

Opposite of Immortality

I want to bend the syllables, but I’m not sure if you know that I’d do anything to change your vocabulary

To put me in your alphabet, but the grammar is killing my sense of creativity

I’ll turn the words I’ve find around

Twisting the sounds, as I worship all the love I’ve found so that it equals all the pain that I’ve felt

All the bad seeds I’ve been dealt

Met by the darkness of the town that matches my deteriorating health

Epitome of pain to which I’m bound, the missing clause the helps me see the noise

You thought you had me fooled, but you were thinking of the wrong boy

 

I’m the poet of missing relevance, the pendulum swinging under a lack of intelligence

The rhymes of the celibate, dragged over to paradise

A place where you scream until the color runs out

It would be the death of my ambition if you repeated that line

Everything that used to be mine, has become a persistent time slot

I sleep during the day and view the night, love me once but now you love me not

My words are kind, but the definition is laced with disgust and hope that I chose to intertwine

 

With the words I used when we fought

when the music was heavy and the wind was clear, but now I embrace the debris

Because it’s the perfect metaphor for what you mean to me  

 

Seeping through the juvenile beat

Blood slowly drops down to my feet, but I’m working to not add insult to my injury

But I went beyond once I reached infinity

The sun was the goal until I harnessed life and destroyed your soul

But now I realized we might share a common goal

My emotions are against me but I’m not allowed to impeach

The negative thoughts that drain me like a leech

The roads are endless, its desire that holds a limit

Your silence isn’t genuine, it’s a gimmick

The feeling when your future is on rain check, and you taste the bitter spices of being forgotten, is one that I have never felt

For when I am finished, the entire ideology behind self-preservation will be diminished

I whipped the chain of command with the belt

I watched as a frozen tundra began to melt in hell

 

When the vocals went from dirty to clean, when the tone went from violent to serene

The definition begins to lose what it means

To stay asleep and sing past the ones that has told you of myths and heroes

Tears that drop down because you are confused what’s yours and what’s mine

You are a tool fit for design, thrust into the mainstream

There are insolate leaders and makeshift teams

But to scream with such heart makes me keen to understand the steady pain in your heart

As your drop into downfall and you hear the past make it’s fucked up shriek

And you are confused as to what you seek

The view is nice until you fall off the peek

I don’t want to die, it’s the opposite of immortality that I hide in my cheek

I’m the Burning Man who Will Float On

You try to lay these ghosts to rest, but these times were the best

Painful memories that used to be a beautiful reality

Images you value over the rest, her smile and her hands that used to caress

A mended soul

Now the moments when you felt blessed

Are filled with questions, and you have no answers just a simple guess

My city is burning to the ground

My exodus to the underworld without a foot to stand on

Buildings fall with the speed of sound

She pillaged my entire crown, I wasn’t her prince

Just a clown

A mound of shit in the bottomless pit

My life reduced to a slit on my wrist

I wish I never met her because ignorance is bliss

 

I can’t function the same; I’m crying out for help and crawling on all fours

I’m stuck in a room without a door

I’m reading the bible in peace

 

My open mind is deceased; I called up to heaven looking for a simple hello?

Nothing for 19 years, so it looks like to hell I shall go

 

I cling to love but I’ve learned if you put a girl above your life

You’ll be left burning a dove

You’ll be standing alone, contemplating words and crying in a raging fire

Spewing solemn words of love and desperation

I know each time it’s my dedication that becomes a horrible stipulation

I know each time that I was never meant to love

I know each time that I was never meant to be loved

I know that I will fall apart looking for an explanation

Screaming for a friend

But even they realized that my downfall has no end

And they descend, they hate me in anticipation

For the next time this will begin

When?

I’m waiting for time What the hell is going on now
Must have lost my way

Who?

I lost who i wasMaybe i don’t want to look
Everything changed

We Saw Land

I want my financial situation to be perpendicular to the past tense, because in the present, I’m evolving in my own United Kingdom, so I’ll pay debts in pence.

 

I’m alone in sinister endeavor, I turned back a clock with a cheap shot, the novice was stricken with rigor mortis tied up in the parking lot. People talk a lot of shit, my vocabulary wasn’t supposed to develop, the dog eating you alive is called a bullpit, I flip forward what it accepted among these regions,  fuse together the poetics with cohesion

 

I realized why I was staring at a supernova, that the sky is clear, and I’m a loner. If I don’t get to shoot myself first, Ill shoot for the stars

 

When get there, successful enough to sustain my greed, I climbed a hill, awaiting trial for kleptomania, I take what I want. But will I be thrust into a ecosystem where morals and happiness is replaced by cocktail dresses, intoxicating perfume and a flashy bar?

 

Do I still have time to settle down in Mars?

 

My rise is perspicuous, I’m sick to the death, and my venture is far from innocuous, I have the passion to turn doubts into a dehydrated pile of piss

 

 

 

I see Land, Another City, Another Story, more sorrow, but the streets wont be apologetic, so how can we be sorry? I possess poetry that is musically inclined, I write the perfect notes with rhythmic sickness, hide your piss because the harmony has criminal sickness

 

A Book that moves like a symphony, I can finally drown out the spectral chants across the avenue my definition of poetic mathematics is minus the attitude, we divided into a team so our influence would multiply, when faced with failure id rather die, then listen to howling of my own weak cry. I know now I’m strong enough to fight this tide. Everyday,

 

Everyday, I fight the tide that for so long I chose to ride, drowning in unholy water just as the fog was coming. I just want to be everything I can be, and not a bod rotting under the sea

 

 

 

We saw Land, so we talked the talk, and then walked like a motherfucker. I got jumped by the candy shop suckers, because we ordered caviar and Mountain dew, while you feast on insecurity, smuckers and Beef stew. Decimate, debilitate those weak crews.

 

My ambition was stomped on, it perpetuated  my fears, now have their motherfucking name in my swears. Four letters, is the exclamation that’s so much better, people are cold in this world so I put on my new sweater.

 

When my resistance is dead, I lose sight of land, the shake and twitch engulf my hand. I wanted to triumphantly blow in the wind, a fan was all I could get, but if its my best bet ill go all in, you’ll know I’m high class when I conclude my book with FIN

 

Grand

I preached unforgiving winters, wrote hot summers, plunged the shit down the pipes with conservative effort like Joe the Plumber. With an enlightened rage, i divided my page, multiplied the masses to the sum of all fears. Extracted every last tear, i bled out from my eyes, with the elegance of a oligarch and a nerd, simplifying the smarts to create a vocabulary thats never been heard. Im not supreme but i aim when i spit, my critics really arent shit, with their insults i hydrate my wit.

Im the prodigal son with cardiac detention, content with evolution as i smoke your dreams in mid air suspension. I may not have as much as you, but I breath, reconstruct and swerve with an audacity and ill die with my Strawberry Grandin Crew. My critics can half step, but they are an improper fraction, and i observe your rhetoric on a table of decimals, because you arent whole. Enjoy your lifeless cornish hen, antics are rotten, i mutilated your life with my four hundred dollar pen.

Grand is a conglomerate, compared to lost souls, ill pen a revolution to destroy motherfuckers with seperate goals. Searching for Gold, fiery with mean heat with intent to turn my self doubt into mincemeat. You are alive when you do something dangerous, I wrapped my aunts scarf around my hand, synthesized the sun with ink when i took the name of Grandin. I wrote this poem, and i felt so much pride. Lets unleash our fury and break stuff. I know when times had gotten rough, the loudest bird had a time when he wasnt tough enough. You are half as raw, drenched in fake grit, count my cuts and then my jewellery before i smash your jaw. Gold bracelet, we’re the new nation, you need to face it. We will cook, brew and bake delicious dishes with an aroma that smells so strong of success that i taste it. We didnt get here from slacking, Laura, Chris and I didnt live a perfect life, we created art from the dark nights full of tears and fears. This is Grand, on the count of three we stand, and run a marathon on the road to success. So ill go with good to great, Look me in the eyes, the field is dialated, so do you think you could knock me down and seal my fate?

Poem for a 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

 

Pen on Paper

 

 

I don’t understand why they can’t make this chain gleam, why can’t I keep the walls clean?

When I slaughtered the competition blood splattered everywhere

I have visitors coming by but I don’t care, the mess is a sign of my ascension

My reputation, isn’t one that’s to nice

I reject Christ, I tried to off myself twice and was never a fan of Obie Trice
Thoughts were itching viciously and they thought I had lice

Used to brainstorm as a young child, teased almost to death for my belief in thought

Killed a few rhymes in my times but haven’t been caught

I may not be the man that you sought but I’m a problem

My era has been delayed massively, as]p

I wait dissing close friends and family passively

I spat illness nastily, throw up paragraphs with the propensity to add words to the sky

Growing up my household was do or die, I wrote the yesterday so what do you think?

Now I’ve got a couple dollars to spend and a good shrink

A good reason to continue to blink, each day I’m evolving into something new as I think

There is a pause between each inquisition, As the fair weather turn cloudy and change their position

How do I make the decision to bring home a win?

Believe me I’m a cool cat, but try to double team the best and where’s the party at?

Knock you cold, and wouldn’t even drop my party hat or my night cap!

Not feeling scared these days, just trying to figure out how to pass time in different ways

But can end your hopes and fears with one swirl of my pen on paper, the death of love to make the world safer

 

For my Grandma (2nd Re-Release)

My Grandma taught me everything i know, and one of the things she repeated often was, “Dont Take No shit from nobody.”

 

Painted a lullaby and the child inside wanted to cry, physical description to show how I’ll die, I’ll replace every swear with a bleep, clean up my act and pledge in some prayers that my soul is for god to keep, fake like I’m indebted to religion, indentured to some sort of spiritual beginning. Buts its my Grandma who I’m owing, Edwina the Queen, I’m not going to fake like I have a hard gangster lean, but my family started the new haven scene, it was 1950s, travel back in time to get the definition of mean

 

A Clip of even numbers in my umbrella, alphabet cars painted blue, red, and vanilla, switched from acting hard to a pink hat like DJ Yella, and now I have a hell of a smell, for the misery, and the pain, I threw myself into rehabilitation with nothing to lose and  nothing to gain. I held pictures of my grandma to keep from going completely insane, shot caller in a mental institution sporting a benzodiazepine gleam from a whole different lane, I conquered my demons but I made it look plain.

 

That place erased all restrictions and moral, Desensitized to the violence but I can’t write raps about slinging Cristal , I can only embrace my Grandparents as my two best pals, the hate almost derailed my voyage home and I fucked up the tall roadblocks to the height of a gnome. I think about days sitting in room with blood dripping, I was crying all alone. If you had my genetics or looked through my eyes, why would you worry about dying when you roll the dice, Grandson of a Queen so why would I never not rise, blessed to be able to observe the stars, I can upgrade my home and crash a fast car. Through all my success my Gran will never go too far from my heart, sprinkle cigarette ashes on the daily depart

 

 

 

And with all this debauchery, some of us chose to go on and on about pubescent philosophy

 

And this is the plight of the living dead, verbatim is a death sentence so never quote what I said, now I’m reminiscing about the days when I didn’t have two thousand fans and the potential to publish a revolution right at my hands. Gil Scott Heron would be proud, passed down the asterisk and the slant, Black Panthers are gone but now I’m the man

 

Kool G Rap was on the edge of sanity, and now I sit back judging this calamity, the town is overflowing with drugs and prostitution to bring the grit to reality, calling out losers is just a formality, to win is like spewing debonair profanity and I’m crushing a hyped house of shit and I’m not talking about Amity, disturbing the peace to the metal of the wood and drawers that are shitty, I was bred in the underbelly of a ugly city, I’ve got the lock on the these other skinny cats, can’t touch me or the way I’m shitting facts

 

So fuck copyright, Fuck Rights and Motherfuck the peace, I’m the man behind the book taking a stance. My message contradicts my sickness, decided the winner early to add some speed and art to my hit list, who rhymes like this spitting in tongues with such quickness, I’ll bomb the world with mediocre physical fitness, I got this world on Lockdown and I see the horizon with my grandma as my witness. There were three sides to the story so when I finished my 180 degree spin, I contemplated solving the triangular equation before I’d begin, It is my pain that suggests suicide before  I win. I always worked to keep my mind, but god decided to not include me in the general population of mankind.

 

I got my butter from Calcutta without a pot to piss, can’t see me in a decade with a shiny gold wrist then I’ll help you see the future with an optometrist. Spat lines of ill shit with a major lisp, economist had me in the front sea while I sat back with a morphine drip, then I flipped and moderately constricted the script, I wrote this little book and promised my grandma I’d never ever slip, having my family in my heart with keep me from injury during my ego trip.

 

Maniacal motherfucker for goodness sake, I don’t wake and bake, and I hate and fake, like I don’t wake and pop, even with the world spinning around me I’ll never stop.

 

 

 

You can’t put a number next to my name, take a life from my surplus because I live life like a game, KKK stopped us in our car and I swear we never changed lanes, my grandma passed down BDI, Black Determined and Insane, I’m an abomination and a lion so ill slap you even if you think it’ll be easy for me to be tamed. I’m not the warm hearted boy I was raised to be