Hahahaha

Killers…………..

 

 

Razors

Reservation

held in

skin

red ice

early

They picked

your seat

for you

thank me…

 

killers……………

 

Dark sparks

start cars

caused

neighborhood

terror

5 wolves

at large

all caught

now lost

thank me…

 

killers…

 

racial slurs

don’t bother

show the type

of weak

human

notice

touched my

person of

of blood

now all over

the pavement

with splash colors

thank me…

 

killers…………..

 

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The Weapons

Took a walk into were I’m ruined…

Never thought I’d see you in…

Us world…

Did you know that we share…

Damn near every lone troubled…

O so stubborn…

I love it…

Im never by myself with…

This beautiful world we live in…

The frying pan on the hot stove…

Into each mentality pocket we own…

Put yourl hands in mine…

I’ll put my hands in yours…

At the same time we pulled out…

A lovers choice…

 

 

A yo…

Im lost…

Can you find me?

I maybe under your car seat…

Or in a safty deposit…

Sophisticated very…

I play dunce to fox out birdies…

Don’t panic…

This is me and you…

I aint No bear catching salmon…

I’m So sulphuric…

Your so corrosive to my feelings…

We are just going to love…

Each other till it kills us…

 

Let’s do it………….

My First Bourbon

Where was I when I was not me?

Running back to a burden…

Nothing left behind in that apartment fire…

I’m so sick of being tired…

The back pains…

Pain pills I’m immune to…

Built up…

Tolerance to not even feel…

No miller grams can heal…

I water the air with past tears…

The ones past down from years…

Breaking head lines in the city…

Bragging about the no love zones…

You will get robbed by your loved ones…

I just want to touch heaven…

Even if I can’t go…

Asking…

The women next to be…

If you leave…

Just don’t take my globe…

That’s all I own in this hell…

loud ass shots ring…

I almost picked up my cell phone…

The next cigarette you go to smoke…

I’m going to put it out on you atoms apple…

I can’t stand your incompetent nicotine…

Something I  know you need…

You just need not smoke it around me…

If I die wit you…..

Fuck it!

let me hit that to…

My ruptured blues…

What Doesn’t Kill You Only Makes You Retaliate…..

Do it big…

Or don’t do it at all….

low gift…

Small town…

Mind of an ignition bomb…

Explosion…

Instead of…

Doing something I’m good at…

I Retaliate with art focus…

Picked my book up…

Drew colors on white…

Paper…

Drew someones dead body…

On the pavement…

100 shots through paint cans…

Filled the power in mind…

Rough hands…

The real things in life…

people will never understand…

like if…

A rape was in progress…

You heard it…

Then saw it…

You took your gun out…

Dental flawsed him…

Is that a hero or a killer…

Didn’t matter because he…

Still got life in prison…

In to the rail road…

Out of the tunnel…

Magizine ejected…

Slipped in another…

I just pick my pen up…

To Retaliate…

Graphite stabbs the…

Middle finger…

Bleeding all over paper as…

A genuine peace of art…

Retaliated…

 

 

Failed At Falling

I stowaway under unexpected mind bursts…

Stuck to a exploding rockets aftermath…

Fever sweats get the bests of my evenings and mornings…

I admit that my faith can be double jointed…

No one’s favorite…

Understated…

Underrated…

I dislike my way of….

I won’t say of…

That personal information…

They can’t see you…

Until you make noises…

I play my voices on tape recorders…

“Note to self…”

leave no evidence….

My skin is just a fallout suite full of borders of angel burriers…

Test the water…

Blood baths…

Knuckle scares…

I played the star spangled banner backwards…

It said… “Nigger go home!”

I ain’t going no where until something or some one…

Takes my soul…

Retrieved the wet dipper butt naked smoke…

I remember where I was when his body fell in front…

Over done…

PLAY BALL!!!

Shot dope into the viens of these pages.

Words on paper relapse in to a dangerous situation.

Unlike most…

I don’t ever suffer from writer’s block.

I suffer from casualties falling in to a hard knock symbolism…

This is no no no…

I can’t go to rehab no more more more…

Once more!

Blood vessels look like steak dinners…

So the blood sucker prey on them…

My world can’t be explained enough…

To others that live outside my struggles…

Thank you to the one’s that see me as a miracle word worker…

These are more then just words…

The pierced open ears of magnification…

They can’t smell what this man is cooking…

The others…

Well…

I feel sorry for your purpose…

Mine is to the people who’ve every been thrown…

Through this loop hole…

Also to people who don’t know…

So it gives them the experience to…

To tell it overall like Oshkosh…

I keep toast…

That’ll will french fry you…

That ain’t a fictional peace…

That’s what the world needs to see…

Hopefully!

Some one will acknowledge thee…

Maybe we can help put a stop to all suffering…

Like you and me…

Peace and love to you all…

As well as my enimies…

Let’s live awakened…

NO WARNING LABELS

Awakening…

My planet has over 30 moons…

50 suns…

Journey with me…

Through unknowns…

Gas mask is cought in between…

What feels like toxic mutual love…

No one can walk this path…

Like you and me…

It’s superior size is sizing up…

The valuables in life…

Corrosive colors of us layed up…

Trench drenched in the passions…

I rationed…

Six point star…

I shoulder strap you like…

A carbine…

Lost in tough times…

Together!

We!

Will!

Over!

Come!

That superficial nectar…

I drank your positivity…

My poors sweat out fire mobility…

Year of the dragon…

I Uber in a thought…

Driver!

Take us to a place away from…

Humanity………..

 

 

Tina Marie

“Tina Marie is one of my favorite singer and song wrighters ever!”

“One love to you miss”

 

 

 

I saw her…

The last time said her name…

In my dreams…

I herd that…

Your ex is a ex lover…

For a reason…

Where would I be if…

I never learned what deceived…

me…

 

” I can’t give in!”

“To you!”

“Agaiiinnnn!”

by…

“Tina marie…”

If you could see…

The things you’ve done…

Done to me…

I won’t lie…

You had me so inlove…

With dieing inside of me…

I…

Died…

In…

Side…

Of…

Me…

 

Without conflict… Skipped down the yellow brick road. Denver Colorado my soul. From 5 star dinning to bag lunchables.

Attitude… You’ve gave my character a bad yelp review. I knew the only way out was to say no… I’m out! Same songs! A down mans alcohol… Abuse on the abuse I’ve suffered…

O ya! Men go through it to… I never realized what I was truly going through. Till I looked at my figure and stabs wounded… You wounded what was already….

You know what…

Fuck it…

“Tina Marie ya…”

 

 

Freelance

Dropping infront of the sword…

You can take lessons from a target…

Spoiled movement…

left wreckage to no barter…

 

Prey to who ever your god is…

That never stopped the contracted…

Perfectionist is what protection is…

Shell catcher on the side of this…

 

Dark cracks in the walls…

Where big mouse holes for calls…

The eye is the key…

To getting your fee…

 

Replacement hand for every one you chopped off. Replace the man… That was off… The racist man… lights got turned off… I’d offer you my hand… That one color that stayed off…

 

Later years…

Kids grew into bosses…

knowing no positivity…

Smiles were always crossers…

 

No graduations…

What the hell is a prom…

Mentally damaged…

Like we came back from Vietnam…

 

Chain songs questioned the future. Hearing sirens loud like chainsaws. They never even cold solve who did it. The ones that knew. They said something like we were gifted…

Truth was…

We were brain washed children…

 

 

 

Down Time

I’m just down…

Nothing more…

Nothing less…

Unless this was…

A cry out…

It’s more like I nest…

In the chest…

Between heaven…

Maybe hell…

I don’t smile…

I don’t frown…

I don’t date…

I don’t dance…

I just wait…

This couch…

Holds my weight…

Like my shoulders…

Triple beem…

Me not awaken…

I  feel like laying…

In loneliness…

As far as I will only get…

I only get why…

Pressure points are soft…

So I’ve open them…

No matter how I sound…

Or how I may laugh…

I’m not a nice man…

I’m not the right man…

I’m bound and gagged…

To the obituaries on my night stand…

If I was ever hurt…

I got no apologies…

If I was ever broke…

No one looked out for me…

Life isn’t a joke…

Nore is it a boat…

To sail me to a fucking…

Promise land…

Trust me…

If I start to cry…

Don’t prey for me…

Prey for the a cannibals carnage…

I left blood behind…

I fear nothing…

Not even the voices inside…

To me…

Lies are my worst enemy…

Human beings are mostly fake…

Like your Gucci jeans…

So much old heroin in my system…

You could extract it…

To make a pekingese…

If I robbed someone and got caught…

I’ll damn near get life in prison…

When we get robbed by the government…

It’s called taxes…

I’m just down…

I’m not practicing………