Forget the Noise

Can you Feel the Flow? The fluidity, I fear that each line has its own original identity. I used to dream of going to on a big vacation, poor so forget it, thought about horseback riding instead of the Caribbean but the closest thing I got was watching pornos with sybians. Don’t say anything, but I’m beginning to sharpen, be fearful and disheartened because my body is weak but my mind is a Spartan

Do you feel the Anger? I spoke in Tongues, First it was direct publishing, now I’m flourishing after I mugged the industry, some people question my ability after they question my history, I answer in story and in mystery, I want to show you what Glory means to me. Your dealing with a poetic virtuoso, so much rage that I spit evil, this was the moment when I didn’t feel well, this wasn’t the life that I wanted, this felt like hell.

So I dressed for war, we were urban critters that blended with the dark, no west side story, but we were sharks. Billing Issues, Funerals with discount tissues, slashed tires, murder for hire, prostitution, religious institutions, the boys communicating with their hands and the self righteous Judge presiding over the witness stand. I screamed seven letter swears because I’m a beast, ravaged my moral fiber until it was left deceased, gaunt sickly body, the world is preoccupied with who is a hottie and who is a nottie, now everyone be silent for the boy with the shottie

In The clouds, they said, “Fuck the Noise, attention is the predecessor to suspicion. Don’t Look at Us For Redemption, stare at the abyss, so close to feel the flame’s tongue kiss. Grab your paper and pen, you will need it if you want this to ever end”

My Grandma told me it was the dreams i had to chase, to drop bombs on the horizon im so eager to erase. Ten years later murder was the case.
Assimillate the vocabulary to decimate, i told her i wanted to get my cut, she said to mutilate. If this book takes over, Grandin can legislate. Never hesitate to pontificate, never humiliate just eliminate.

(My First Novel is out now on Amazon available on Kindle and Paperback. Been in the Top #100,000 for Kindle this week! Reviews are coming in too. Check the book out here—–>http://www.amazon.com/The-City-Breaks-Its-Promise/dp/1490724095/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390674109&sr=8-1&keywords=the+city+breaks+its+promise

Drums Next Door

I’ve been to my own gravesite in my mind
When the winds were so strong
For you and I to stay together, but don’t have any fear

Hold me closer and I’ll take us home
Before then let our minds roam

To conquer the wall in between our love and his admiration

Dedicated to all the broken hearts

And the ones waiting to break

And for god’s sake don’t peel away
When you don’t have the best of days
What’s at play is the fate of the only world that matters, yours

If you stay alive long enough to drive fast cars and pick up white girls at a Copenhagen bar

Playing drums to your favorite song

Right before your unbeknownst swan song
When the barrel of life’s gun points between your eyes
Will you cry or look at all the beauty that conquered the pain
Will you cower, because you had more love to gain

Or will my days that remain
Be smeared by self destruction

Celebrities and Politicians

Celebrities and Politicians tell us their opinion
They spoil the fun and add predictability to the ending
Im still sinning in favor of a short life, but i’ll live long…hopefully
I imagine myself with you on starry nights
While i’m standing alone
On the corner
In the rain
Black Vietnam and it’s 2014, and if you don’t know what I mean then you should split from this naturally poetic and violently ill scene
With extras and a few fiends
The video shows a time when we weren’t as keen
On the insanity of being willing to lose your life over some stupid shit
L-O-R-D shit, celebrities and politicians give us their wits
And we listen to their nasty little fits
We listen to them as they change their kits
And we just sit, to hear debauchery in vocabulary, and when your itinerary begins disappear and the phone rings
I get money, the chorus begins to sing
Guess who is back, The newest author who is young and black
Feeling a certain type of way trying to write up what you lack
Feeling the urge to slack but then I wouldn’t be getting the keys to the city in twenty years, bringing some pride back to New Haven
Bestseller for my other peers who told me I couldn’t do it
Made it for those who said i couldn’t make it through hell
Nightmares as the devils son like L
Getting back up if I fell in the present tense , weighing pounds for pence and hence, I’m living foul for all that I did awhile back

(My First Novel is out now on Amazon available on Kindle and Paperback. Been in the Top #100,000 for Kindle this week! Reviews are coming in too. Check the book out here—–>http://www.amazon.com/The-City-Breaks-Its-Promise/dp/1490724095/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390674109&sr=8-1&keywords=the+city+breaks+its+promise

To Destroy An Idea

Smash the window resulting in bloody knees, 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

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 entit

 

Lonely Guitar Chords

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