the party is here

There was a short silence followed by a horrible nightmare. It all happened at a point in my life where I had finally realized who I was becoming. Founded on a curious disbelief of always blending in, I knew I’d acted along the script's never ending lines. The luxuries of this feeling had erupted inside of me. I was those mildly depressed somewhere 20s people who spent most weekends in search of a good drink and a little something on the side. I had simply grown accustomed to this lifetime; a one night stand with my favorite drink. Surfing through endless conversations and blank stares, working my way up (after a few drinks) from a minor chat to landing a kiss. The patterns triumphs had short fits of suffocation before they regained consciousness; a state of mind I was used to. It was only later, after continuous nights and late mornings had I naturally imprisoned this satisfaction. A taste for urges only a woman can provide and alcohol can accommodate. There could be no question to why these moments, including my actions, have occurred. Startled at times, The locksmith had always left the key to these festivals at my disposal. And so I had thrown myself into this position, failed to be rescued by decisions. A more emphatic attraction slowly turned into cramped space, between the hypocrite laughs to shy intentions, they all began stretching and puffing up. The sounds and tunes instantly translated, by way of commissions, into a fulfillment placed on a bar table for the astonished and delighted ones that appreciated a coaster for their beer. By contrast, I did not relish the fresh me, I just moved on. See you guys tonight!

my frist piece

My dreams horizons are flat moments
the sun is cold and these roaches are still walking
still morphing in motion looking like abortions
my actions are characterized and sanitized
I amplify the sound through the speakers eyes
with combined wings analyzed to fly
what kind of man am I if I choose to die
revolution is a loop looped without revelation
just entertainment so payments can be paid in
though our generations racists
burning our pain as if we were painless
like useless paintings watching its paint drip
my eyes see the views but I'm starting to get blind cause of it
so much noise I feel god is def through all of this
feel like the Cain I grip can’t hold the body I'm with
and everybody I'm with got they skin touching they ribs
ejaculating through napkins while they cover their tears
compare us to them it’s nothing we fear
just scared of death cause death aint scared of us
death is here for us, smiling trying to take care of us
as soon as we live life we are afraid to fuck it up
A bunch of fuck ups who fuck it up

March 27, 2007 @ 11:16pm

Hell
Weakness
Revenge
Drugs
Confusions
Hate
Spitefulness
Envy
Greed
Enemies
jealousy and tendencies with thorn severe penalties
of lost destinies placed together with the wrong identities
evolves into stress to breath with less to see
a minds soul strengthens to conquer it all
when revenge is left on pause without an extra loss
proficient like eclipses with combined visions
triggers blown like kisses until thee fit in
into a position when god starts to listen
the objection here is without rejection
as it becomes affected like affections
injected with passion as love ashes
and lets it all just capture us
Confessions
Actions
Truth
Laughter
Happiness
Health
Excitement
Companionship
Money
Death

spit it...

never came across the things I love
always had to break them up and such
in a distance, the price and them tickets
fell in my hands like the mic and her kisses
important, message distorted
front row seats to watching talib perform hits
ohh im just, bopping my head, this
feels so unattractive considering I’m headless
the mathematics, the plus sign addict
I’m in a division where I upscale average
a member since, the pen been inked
it seems everything I’m in, my aims within
the telescopic, views are monotnous
a spark in the fuse got me loose when I spit