too many thoughts on my mind feeling doubtful,too


too many thoughts on my mind feeling doubtful,

too many people in my circle still without you,

all i hear is voices creeping into my soul,

eating me a live and never letting go,

what would you if you didn’t have a choice,

let alone the courage to spit half your voice,

sometimes I wonder why I get like this,

asking questions never gets you shit,

this life is horses and hoes running around laughing about,

people say things they know nothing about,

i have a hatred deeply embedded,

but this art pardon my humor I’m indebted,

my whole life is a debt, I owe everybody,

If God made bank tellers I must be their monopoly,

What do I if I’m closed and shut out,

My mind just gives out, I got nothing to get out,

Blind people and my mind won’t let me,

Step up to the plate smoke weed and get with it,

It’s time to take over the game and show these people what I am,

I believe a lot of stupid shit,

now I’m losing it, grip, confusing it with things I don’t usually get,

Listen, I’m tired,

Dripping wet, lackluster, I need inspiration,

Some real shit, from the soul of the impatient,

I been wasted, writing rhymes on thin pavement,

Live basic, get hated, live high and de-bated,

Fuck.

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Naked Cries


Please God tell me you still got me on my path. Please God tell me what I want is what will come. Please. Don’t leave me Lord.

vanity, art, and disillusion: a stroll down infinity


when I believe less I believe more,

my feelings open and like mist,

they cool and permeate the air,

around me and everybody in my circle.

life is a winding road to endlessness,

infinite and perhaps with no answers,

I thought I’d find them and found none,

yet I still look for some…

what will happen when the world is undone,

and karma comes strolling back,

I’m a writer I say, a writer on one end,

a musician with a different mind on the other.

I am many things, infinite as the sun,

now I shouldn’t let it go,

instead I should be god with my own robe,

glancing down from the heavens with a grim smile.

art is epic and I am a roman,

standing with sword and fist afoot,

before the chamber of justice I am,

a pagan worshipping idol, wrestling with god for his throne.

 

“we’ll fight till the end, and that smile will only last until then.” Jass to portis in 123 s.e.

imagination


It’s strange being human sometimes. We want the best of all worlds. I want publicity but I want privacy. I want this but I want that too. I am being honest. I want them all. Perhaps that is being human — not knowing, and just doing. It’s what I do best. Just do. God. I pray that I find it soon. My way out. It’s there. The perfect world. The perfect way. I know I can make it. It will happen.