I think of you only to pass the time spent away from you
I wait for you while the phone never rings
I answer to your voice but only my spirit speaks to your emotions
Its what I do to live day to day without your breath dancing down my chest
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
in a perfect world
what would we do with a perfect world
no violence, no hatred, no competition
no classes, no racism, no religious warfare
I believe we would miss out on a lot. There might be no love, no desire, no motivation. Face all the things wrong in the world is a necessary evil for all the things right. If we didn't fight for what we love than would we love anything. Think about it. When was the last time you had some food that you been dying for all day and when you get to someone else wanted a piece? You would damn near kill that person for trying to touch it. All the bad things in the world are done for love. Sometimes its too much love so it leads to senseless violence. Like if you love yourself too much you can go crazy if something bad happens. So nowadays when a see some crazy fool shooting up people for apparently no reason, I know its just for something he loved too much. Its just a part of life. No surprise. No wondering if one day we won't see it again. Its just life. It comes and it goes. Live it to the fullest.
no violence, no hatred, no competition
no classes, no racism, no religious warfare
I believe we would miss out on a lot. There might be no love, no desire, no motivation. Face all the things wrong in the world is a necessary evil for all the things right. If we didn't fight for what we love than would we love anything. Think about it. When was the last time you had some food that you been dying for all day and when you get to someone else wanted a piece? You would damn near kill that person for trying to touch it. All the bad things in the world are done for love. Sometimes its too much love so it leads to senseless violence. Like if you love yourself too much you can go crazy if something bad happens. So nowadays when a see some crazy fool shooting up people for apparently no reason, I know its just for something he loved too much. Its just a part of life. No surprise. No wondering if one day we won't see it again. Its just life. It comes and it goes. Live it to the fullest.
Friday, April 13, 2007
In the Dark
In the dark I lay with hands folded behind my head
Wishing of time and moment
Thinking of minds and tongues
That hang out like dogs when things get heated
Scratches and bruises appear at the front of ones chest
As women make sounds of broken brakes
And men beat there chest for supremacy
In the dark I lay hands together under cheek
Wishing of death to live
Thinking of Christ and Gentiles
His life beaten like a crumpled weed in the masters garden
Grown out of place with the same color and function
A sore in the gardener's eyes, a symbol of imperfection
The desecration of a single stem began the roots of the many seeds
Harmless in the wind, injecting into gardens across the valleys
In the dark I lay hands apart, palms down
Wishing for love
Thinking of hate
She got away, so let her go, maybe I should call her tomorrow
This love can't be blind, I just need glasses
Better yet contacts to win the social perspective
For if they think I'm cute then who can resist me, right?
She'll be mine again, I'll lock her away with my love
Now, which club should I hit up tomorrow
In the dark I lay one hand under my side the other hanging
Wishing for chocolate cake with white frosting
thinking of the difference tween you and I
Separated by hate and no one really knows why
Abandoned and forgotten of who died on both sides
We want forty acres and a mule and they want to live in peace
Covered in sheets holding onto our necks with one leash
Their faces are as colored as ours
In the dark I lay one hand against the wall the other across my chest
Wishing of her
Thinking of sex
"How I love thee let me count the ways" is that how it went?
Or shall I quote Shakespeare as I rub her back with the tip of my dick
Freaky shit that can never exist
But venture into my mind to see how freaky I can be
In the dark I lay one hand under my head the other on my ass
Wishing for acceptance
Thinking denial
Rejection, low self esteem and lack of confidence imprison my rhyme
Today someone said I was stupid and I replied with nothing
Maybe it was more, displaying a mask of untarnished grins and laughs
A quick wit to return the favor
And so it goes on, till next time the little boy is lashed with a whip
In the dark I lay my hands are gone
There's nothing to hold
Its's time to let go
Dive into the deep realm of my imagination
Create infinite dreams of wish fulfillment
Light appears to reveal the lost sense of control
No one to move me...
No one speaks...
...
...
...
*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep (alarm clock)
Wishing of time and moment
Thinking of minds and tongues
That hang out like dogs when things get heated
Scratches and bruises appear at the front of ones chest
As women make sounds of broken brakes
And men beat there chest for supremacy
In the dark I lay hands together under cheek
Wishing of death to live
Thinking of Christ and Gentiles
His life beaten like a crumpled weed in the masters garden
Grown out of place with the same color and function
A sore in the gardener's eyes, a symbol of imperfection
The desecration of a single stem began the roots of the many seeds
Harmless in the wind, injecting into gardens across the valleys
In the dark I lay hands apart, palms down
Wishing for love
Thinking of hate
She got away, so let her go, maybe I should call her tomorrow
This love can't be blind, I just need glasses
Better yet contacts to win the social perspective
For if they think I'm cute then who can resist me, right?
She'll be mine again, I'll lock her away with my love
Now, which club should I hit up tomorrow
In the dark I lay one hand under my side the other hanging
Wishing for chocolate cake with white frosting
thinking of the difference tween you and I
Separated by hate and no one really knows why
Abandoned and forgotten of who died on both sides
We want forty acres and a mule and they want to live in peace
Covered in sheets holding onto our necks with one leash
Their faces are as colored as ours
In the dark I lay one hand against the wall the other across my chest
Wishing of her
Thinking of sex
"How I love thee let me count the ways" is that how it went?
Or shall I quote Shakespeare as I rub her back with the tip of my dick
Freaky shit that can never exist
But venture into my mind to see how freaky I can be
In the dark I lay one hand under my head the other on my ass
Wishing for acceptance
Thinking denial
Rejection, low self esteem and lack of confidence imprison my rhyme
Today someone said I was stupid and I replied with nothing
Maybe it was more, displaying a mask of untarnished grins and laughs
A quick wit to return the favor
And so it goes on, till next time the little boy is lashed with a whip
In the dark I lay my hands are gone
There's nothing to hold
Its's time to let go
Dive into the deep realm of my imagination
Create infinite dreams of wish fulfillment
Light appears to reveal the lost sense of control
No one to move me...
No one speaks...
...
...
...
*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep (alarm clock)
Monday, April 09, 2007
truth on self
Today is another one of those days you wake up and feel like nothing is on television, nothing is in the fridge to eat, nothing is worth doing before you go back to be a slave for the man. But since you are up for the day, you might as well breathe and get through it. Maybe someone will make you smile today, but for most of the day you will be day dreaming about a different place in time where you'll be happy and productive.
Crazy thing is, I gots things to do but to lift myself up to do it is a different story. Motivation. Inspiration. Dedication. Drive. The characteristics I'm lacking at this moment. Another one is confidence. I wish I learned these things somewhere in life. I wonder where I missed out on it. I played sports and I wasn't bad, I have good genes to be a athlete but what I lacked was confidence. Without that I didn't think my body could do the things I know I could do because every once in awhile I'd jump so high, run so fast, move so effortlessly.
Where do people learn certain characteristic. I mean I grew up in the same household as my brothers and yet we are all different. It must be in our social lives. I was quiet so I didn't hang out with people that could boost my confidence. But I could play both sides though. People generally like me after I get to know them. Still, I wonder when I lost my chance to be so confident. I guess its just not in me. I have to build my confidence everyday. Stand up to this person, talk to this girl, smile at a stranger. You know for years I would pass by cute girls and not make eye contact. It scared me half to death. I remember a time in the hallway of high school. Nobody there but a cute girl looking at me as she passed by. She smiled. I threw my head down and looked away. Such a shame. And what I've figured out is that there is nothing to be scared about. Everybody is the same. Everybody has self esteem issues. Everybody is scared. Everybody is as unsure as I am. So why do I find myself thinking differently.
Crazy thing is, I gots things to do but to lift myself up to do it is a different story. Motivation. Inspiration. Dedication. Drive. The characteristics I'm lacking at this moment. Another one is confidence. I wish I learned these things somewhere in life. I wonder where I missed out on it. I played sports and I wasn't bad, I have good genes to be a athlete but what I lacked was confidence. Without that I didn't think my body could do the things I know I could do because every once in awhile I'd jump so high, run so fast, move so effortlessly.
Where do people learn certain characteristic. I mean I grew up in the same household as my brothers and yet we are all different. It must be in our social lives. I was quiet so I didn't hang out with people that could boost my confidence. But I could play both sides though. People generally like me after I get to know them. Still, I wonder when I lost my chance to be so confident. I guess its just not in me. I have to build my confidence everyday. Stand up to this person, talk to this girl, smile at a stranger. You know for years I would pass by cute girls and not make eye contact. It scared me half to death. I remember a time in the hallway of high school. Nobody there but a cute girl looking at me as she passed by. She smiled. I threw my head down and looked away. Such a shame. And what I've figured out is that there is nothing to be scared about. Everybody is the same. Everybody has self esteem issues. Everybody is scared. Everybody is as unsure as I am. So why do I find myself thinking differently.
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