August Rain

I spent all my days trying to understand why the world was the way it is. I was stuck in a room, carving up my arms. I was stuck, and then I found myself hanging from a ceiling. God never put a smile on my face, he gave me pain.



As I Crepitate

Why do you need actions, when you’ve got words, the business calls for messenger birds so the volume of my talent will be turned up loud to be heard.

I built a kingdom out of my emotion, empire from platinum devotion, the horizon is clear, but dont show support to the transcendent, I have a gold bracelet that hangs near the slit on my wrist, the pen in my hand is my pendent. So when i took out my enemy, i put on my mask. Sip rage from a old rusty flask, are you offended when im indecent, or when i cause promiscuous syllables to connect. They used protection for sex, but never for their neck.

Diamonds arent forever, neither is ability, god is a sheep to my new facility, Time will tell whether my book will kill me, commit the act, slit my wrist, ill sterilize the wound with my piss. I wouldnt want my name to be infected, Jr. King will probably die before im twenty, the endeavor of my suicide note will be good and plenty, kind of funny, bestseller, tear jerker like ol’ yeller. Hopefully you wont have to see, the gruesome end that may become of me. I carved constellations on my arm as a giddy sign, i was supposed to wait my learn as the hypocrite snorted up the line

My hand keeps shaking, my house is godforsaken, burning and i contemplated life as the doom is concerning. Light switched, my hand twitched, as i watched a wrestling match. Masculinity, i matched it with a mild obscenity, you say my skill is just ok then i invite you to my world, come and see. I vomit potential, shit brilliance, everybody i talk to lives in the delusional world where everyday there will be an opportunity thats new, I destroy paper and trace back the Sesame Street Reject that you blew. I had an emotional coup, regret of a drunken tattoo, i keep repeating do or die, but i cant decide what to do!

The damned rage you never heard me spew, the constant fear always grew, as i look at the very perfection of you. Im hateful, im very raw, set fire to anything positive, This is War. I picked the wrong door, but my masterpiece has the class of Roger Moore. But im a bum, nobody joined my event, because im a bum. If i could get more, id bend over, eat leftovers, do a striptease, if it would warrant change, id bake a cake a say pretty please. I could open my stomach, do a dog trick, watch a Ron Howard Flick, Im so hurt, im so sick

Ill harmonize with hell, mean Nasty, dastardly, my interpretation of william tell would never sell. I climbed so high to overcome, now to see im still a bum. Schizophrenic whispers into my ear drum, im not mentally ill its just these pills, im not a sadist, but this words will kill. Writing obscenities into poems because i lost my dignity, I harm myself almost every night…because i lost my my identity, I dug myself a grave at the Red Cross, to signify that I gave. The world play of that boy Anthony Day, began with Daddy’s Gone, then it evolved to a lovelorn plea for somebody to baby me. My mom and Dad argue, it makes me laugh, Im doing a Musical of Cannibal holucast, so ill open my mouth and you can insert the staff, I want to shoot for the moon, but im sure its to soon, ill get lost. Ill damage a house, then have to figure out how much it will cost. I burn their house, bricks to toss, go to Jail, my cellmate and I will play Who’s the Boss! I want to Finally finish my masterpiece to Crepitate, graffiti and symbols are signs of the jungle, ill stay nimble. Decimate, Destroy, Let me to prove to you that ill never find joy, ill live and die as this cold hearted bitchy Boy


I wish I got along with myself better, they called the cops and the bull dropped its charge


It was surreal how the shit stayed at large, or how the very sight of bright colors gave me a flashback


To a time when I had unflinching hope and my sins could be cleaned with a brush and soap




Simplicity is to complex, my endeavor will have a conclusion like hot sex


I was born with a trigger on my back, I moved it to my head, if you come for me make sure I’m dead


My philosophy is an archetype, the neo-noir type for the dismal in distress


I’m the little bitch in a red dress


I have so many good qualities for a cow, my farm is blessed


Milk me for thought, slaughter me for a few meals worth of meat, then Temple GRANDIN could be reborn to make my defeat more humane




If this is the end, when did it begin?


I sleep all day, its neither work nor play, its suicidal decay


I’ve got a lust for redemption, I get hot when I smell blood, I was raised from the mud as a scavenger. I don’t care, ill bite you, I was born to lose, the day I die I’ll win. Maybe that day, happiness will begin


I cut myself, spit and write, I’ll ignore umbrage,  your sophisticated words, because I want to fucking fight




Addiction to synesis, philanthropic as the crusades were, compared to my slow burning melancholia. Eat up any road block, to later regurgitate a modern day piece of art, while you fornicate I’ll root for you to precipitate something, because there is riot going on, things are going to fucking explode! So before our hate implodes, we need for you to create offspring.


The End is nigh, call up and cry, as all hopes die, apocalypse now, the streets have been stained with blood for so long, vermin are born from mud

Fear in Authenticity

Im in trouble, i want out, but thats not what this is about, its just when did this begin.

Well, Number one, sitting below the sun, blue sky, crystals gleaming like a beautiful lie. The story went as fast as the shot of a gun, His fist swung like a pendelum and those dark days had begun

Number two, the time i looked in the mirror and all i saw was you. Your life is just a clue, it was rancid and it left me frantic. I wouldve gone to willimantic, that wasnt a childish antic. It was closer to teenage rage, or my heart in a rusty cage that day i didnt act my age.

Number three, yo mom let me be. Your blocking my horizon, let me see. A fee of existence, the words are the pawns of your persistance. I hung that proclamation on the wall, pleading for you to visit or call. But that was all, that was it, straight up legit. I had a childish fit, outdid limp bizkit, like a little bitch trying to make a verse, Hey Fred Durst meet my mom, remember your both cursed. You would think that would quench my thirst, but past grudges dont matter, my mom comes first.

Number Four, after this one more, resedential hurt me to the core. The moment i walked through the door there was a monkey fiending on the floor. “Anthony i love you, you deserved more,” on christmas i shouldve got something better, all i got was a cardboard sweater. What im saying dear, fear in authenticity has the simplicity and a form of electricity that challenges you as it works fastidiously. Fuck what you heard big bird, that place was absurd.

Number five, that plus eight is thirteen. I was lean, light enough to slide into a new scene. Only i knew what that would mean, my veins open to the world. No pearls came out, i just hurled red toward the chamber of the dead. All i can do is think of everything that was ever said, alll the time i cried in a bed. I didnt give up, if i did Take a Minute wouldnt have been something you read. I love You


Isolation, Isolation, Isolation

Oh, I wish you see all this beauty, i wish this tear painted a picture of light, I wish i knew who i am, I wish i was alright

Haunted by Self-Reservation, Curious beyond all the lies, someone go help that poor baby, i cant take listening to him cry, without love he surely will die

I grew plants in Isolation, I taught it everything it knows, confused by its transformation, its hideous beyond its wildest imagination, it regains power quicker then I

I picked skin in Isolation, to balance my sick mind. I dreamed of blue lakes and the sky, but i loathed all of mankind

If I prayed to loud they would beat me, so it was hard to remember my lines

These walls were made out of memories, so many i couldnt recall. So I began to rewrite the bible, Revelations didnt match an inevitable fal

I thought about all my friends all throughout the world, to balance my lonely thoughts

I wanted to go and see them, but if I did id surely be caught

Isolation was the uglist cell, but view wasnt really to bad. They teased me with laughter and games, to keep us so damn sad

The walls whispered of a riot, i believed on true, If I met my maker, i’d beat him until he was blue, but the chaos in isolation, came when the moon was blue

The spirits howled and screamed, as my sentence came to an end. My body was so weak that i could barely stand

I hugged the walls like my mother, i wanted to conquer the land

They hit me until i moved, but i stood where i would stand…Image