Time

 
TIMES (From www.anthonygrandin.com)

Times when you forget your own name
Author in another time
Times changing so fast, realizing that every time you see the leaves turn brown might be your last
You only live once, well i want to live forever
Through my legacy and endeavors
Forever

But as i march through the sea, my dreams stay in the shadows
Imagine being in the middle of the sea standing on water
They say that’s religious but i just call it overly ambitious
I drown in my own passion, i frown and complain
I recall my pain each day at a time
The sun goes down and i would run toward the other side

I conquered all that, can you believe that is true
I think so, but i want to hear that from you
I want to know that this isn’t surreal poetry or my damn eulogy
I want to be free on my own power, and so far i’ve been doing some walking

Going into the flames to get a cape and some other shit
Finally having some underwear that fit
Something to sing, and some time to dance
My best friend used to be a little ant, no not me
Anything to grasp, trying to be
Just to be
Until the end
Until the end

And i look at the stars in the sky
They tell me the love me
What would you say to infinite truth
What do you say when your sitting on the roof
Something so plain turns into a masterpiece in the sky
And it was then that i knew i’d never die

Seasons

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

Spread Your Wings

Free fall to the top just to spread my wings at the peak of the Earth

 

I throw my head to the roof; I plaster the image of the past with everything I’ve got

 

Born closest to the edge, I’d tear through gravity before letting go of this ledge

 

I tear through my shirt, with each and every breath

 

I’m blessed to be driven, to set fire to the misconception that celebrity can be given

 

Turn your head but don’t look back forgiving

 

This and that, whether they are triggers that are living or the epitome of synonyms for personal business Turned down for the gates of heaven, the fallen angels cowered to the future I stared upon collecting knives at eleven

 

Free fall to the top just to spread my wings at the top of the Earth

 

They chant my name tonight, it’s been so many years and I’m going to grab life by the throat and make things right

 

A sickness is spreading so let’s hold hands and prepare to fight the good fight, we will always do it for serenity, light and I’ll always love you until this world ends, way before the time frame bent and a signal had been sent

 

I want the clock to begin, I want to see winter freeze and hear my Honeybee sing

 

If the city doesn’t like it then why do they bounce around to the combination of carving scriptures and bending sounds?

 

I ascend to Earth, navigating my way since the day of birth

 

Free falling with a smile all the way to the top

 

Surrounded by cheap gifts and absence dressed up just to burn and rot

 

I can still love, I love a lot

 

It’s calming to know, that through chilling winters a pattern can still flow

 

 

 

Silent moments for cracked motion, an excuse to burn temples and force the life stream into crazed commotion

 

I stare into the fire, and then looked into the secret in their eyes

 

Nobody could hear it, but I heard the cries

 

I was fed the lies

 

I tried, but he screamed because he was to human to live like that, so now I live like this and I found out that its peace that’s bliss

 

To stun the world with the spread of your wings, is more important the scars on your wrist

 

So we free fall in art,

 

Questioning, does an end have a start?

 

The answer to all questions is to believe in a heart, and spread your wings and fly so far because you’re strong

 

It’s easier to show you’re right then prove that you’re wrong

 

I dedicate and wrote a song, to rewrite the fall and blossom before them all

Take a Minute

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

 

 

Sky is The Limit

I teemed with Inspirations, Jr. King created the Team of Leaders. Our words are decidant in wife beaters, while the bar us set so high, these days the monsters half step while the new generation calls in the bets. The captains feel the crunch, the business is out to lunch, our craft was created straight from the roots of the milieu with enough persistance to kill you while staying calm, i leaned over to light my passion ftom the flames of an H-Bomb

The old takes from the new, thats why their verbatim sounds like something we grew. There is nothing redeeming about these youth, they dont need sauce to eat your face, and when the law persists they stay silent with style and grace. This is monoply, we role the dice just to keep going, my ma was robbed in a vicious way. Should I wear a suit and tie, to cover my scars as the ignorance starts to multiply. The misconception is when you do something wrong you die, is that why my race is haunted by Trayvons cry? Or when our dividend falls short again and again, should we riot or discuss the weather with a politician, because i see clouds. Ill look the other way, say yes to my white master and shut the fuck up, because there is no god, just luck

The man on the moon yelled Do or Die, but Im still to sick with skill to listen, ive been over the hill and oh lord im ill, suffering from symptoms of my philosophy, and I still vomit when surrounded by mediocrity. Sing to the Truth, Sing to a cry, because i cant take it anymore. Jr. King’s a savage, but these arent times of war. We celebrate peace, however our insecurities endorsed and advertised, like we are the undesirable beast. Its end of the lies, we can come together and fight. There isnt anything to occupy, but there is light to shine, so lets shine it bright. Its positive over negative, right?

While observing flowers and doves, preach about why we should love, all of each other, Ill be raising these offspring like a mother. Perform open mics in candy shops, with all day suckers, channeling my inner motherfucker, i made a fashion statement with a bulletproof vest, im not the best yet, some people should write Grandin down so they dont forget me before i become a vocabulary vet. Tell my mom’s co-workers to friend me on facebook now, before i become the Day-Grandin farms most valuable cash cow. I growl as I plant seeds into the lands my enslaved brothers once plowed, the pain you once allowed, and now we have latinos running blacks out. I had a vision, to make the smallest incision, and make it grow with a fastidious precision. My grandma told me, boy get off your ass, its time to write. So to her delight, fuck your feelings, ill have your dignity hanging from the ceiling. My grandma sat me down and said Follow your dreams its Do or Die, so i started to cry and i made my limit the sky

Slow Songs

The Worst words became dust in the wind, the last smile came seconds before the end

Moving my body to music that’s not playing, but it’s in my head

Slow songs play while they embalm the dead
Slow Songs in memory like a Pop Star’s distant future

I used to be a good boy but then i was corrupted by these slow songs

Turn my head, turn toward the winter sun

You’ll find hope in it one day

UPDATE NOVEMBER 9th

So I had my 1000th like, I’ve been on a roll lately producing some good stuff and just staying very active for you guys. I hope I’m entertaining you and maybe helping you see how i see the world. There is definitely more to come, much better too. Each and every day i learn something new about writing, and my style evolves just a little bit. I’m feeling great right now, and i was running out of ideas until i thought to have a segment in Warmonger called Dream Theater and Warmonger in Therapy. Now Warmonger in Therapy was around for those of you who have been following me for the last few months. Now it’s not going to be therapeutic, more of just my thoughts in writing on all types of things. Won’t be boring, in fact it should be a stream of entertainment. I really want to entertain you guys!
Now the Dream Theater will be my dreams. I suffer from having severely vivid dreams and nightmares. Don’t worry, nothing bad will be on here. The more vivid ones usually aren’t even that bad “Thank God”. I’m on meds for that and they help a lot. Ok, so i hope you look forward to the two new segments. Tonight i’ll be posting some old poems and a few new haikus, as well as TEENAGER!

Synopsis for the Book!!! (1 of 5 Posts)

The City Breaks Its Promise is about Mob Enforcer Spiro Tobick, his drug addicted sister goes missing right when he has to take a job. The Story follows his pursuit of her through his old neighborhood of Hunts Point, Bronx. Spiro and Sephrina his sister, are to desperate characters. Desperate to find meaning in life but also just in general. Spiro suffers from a intense killswitch that stems from the extensive abuse him and his sister faced in Foster Care. The City Breaks Its Promise is as much of a crime fiction novel as a intense character study propelled by the narration of Spiro Tobick
There are bright lights and promises laced into the pavement. As you breath in the air and look up at the sky you are given a promise. But for sometimes the City Breaks its Promise

Regret to Forget

I’ve built a massive wall, but can’t build up my dots

I’ll break the small rules if it will show you lot

That I’m different from you and you aren’t the same as me

And the saddest thing I know is the fate of people close to me

Shadows of movements that I can’t see

Its not the end for you but it is for me 

I am a shadow among men who is dying from regret

I’m so in love with you, are you with me?

I’m lost in your space, and I’ll just take all that I can get

 

Sometimes I think and I fret

If life’s a game then let me place my bet, but if I lose what do I get?

I’d do anything if the thoughts could leave me alone

I might be a dog to you but don’t you dare throw me a bone

And I might be different from the rest , but I understand my fate

I am a shadow among men dying from regret

I’m so in love with your eyes, but show me the rest

I’m lost in the question but let me guess

 

I gaze at the starry night, twilight via dimming lights

The ambition, dead to rights

Space between the incision

Not picture perfect, just polished with precision

And as I deal with regret, I awake up from a winter sleep scared

But I know I am living

I’m right there when you’re upset

But I am a shadow among men who is dying from regret

I’m so in love with our past, but it’s filled with descent

I’m so in love with your sighs, can you hate me one more time

As I cry from regret will you appear at my steps

When I disappear will there be any regret

When I die will you forget?

Battle Cry (Rerelease)

This is the life under thunder storms, uppers like lightning and downers like Grunge Tic-Tacs

Those banging their heads to Kurt Cobain with their feet up in an upper class cul-de-sac

We live to learn the conscious expression is whack and society carries around flack because now being fat is worse than being black

Soak in the poison and believe in lighter days and lights at the ends of dark tunnels, believe that the chants and battle cries of a generation of that make believe that a brighter day shall come, as we burn Mercedes and thousand dollar tees

Beauty is only what you perceive

We rise with swords and guns as mother earth grieves

The noise drifts away and so do autumn’s leaves; it is we who should flee the smog and the desolate black clouds

The stories read aloud to children are corporate mechanisms and your sex life is a euphemism

The young boy plots revenge with slits on his wrists while his brother is in the next bar getting pissed

We fell in love with an antonym, waiting for the horns, flutes and the rest of Gabriel’s orchestra to begin

 

They sing and sing, buildings fall to the earth, but some could say this is a good start

the beginning, the birth without a hand held camera in sight

The wraiths write and the flickering lights from human indulgence splashes onto the scene like a bat out of hell

His words are hate out of heaven, we try to escape life unscathed but we lost so much time that we can’t find seven or eleven

We lost so many memories stored in the back of a machine

Your smile is that of a backwards gleam,

We don’t believe in family, don’t believe what’s said

What the fuck you going to do when you cut yourself and they criticize how much you bled

Fall back into the universe your peripheral blood red

The protest and the songs of the dead condone the joke and what we don’t know

We pray to a god and its divinity

We’d die for what we haven’t seen, just to fall from infinity

 

In a million years?

We’ll be happily searching through thousands years of rhymes and slime, but we go on searching line about you and me, we search for the crack of lightning that lets you understand an epiphany

Misspelling your future, we have an app for that

Talk back to the battle cries of a generation, will result in a crack or a slap

The greatest consumers of all, born into the era of crack

Hypocrites rendered into a higher place

The joke is that none of them know who they are at all

Small, skinny, black, white or tall, technology killed the Trojan horse as the entire history falls

We philosophize whilst snorting the purest lines

Party in South London while listening to grime

From every fight to all mankind, tessellate in their tirade, the art is that we laughed at all and the only crime is that they never allowed us to fall