Signed, Your Headphones

In the Beginning

When is it time for us to go

Hurry, hurry 

Rush, rush

Ran into a soul that was yet to have been made whole

With a heart full of gold and lies he's yet told

Young man, strong man, mind and body never fold

Corruption dodge and ducks him

Because the Father hugs him

Signed, Your Headphones

Silence fills the crevicess of your brain

The opposite

Walking down deserted streets full of signs 

Of sickly sweet infected minds

Addicted to prolific nonsense because it rhymes

Spending hard  earned dimes and paper colored lime

On audio poison that won't stand the test of time

At the very least

If you are going to commit suicide

Choose a better soundtrack to lose your life to....

A Written scene

A hoarse voice in the dark calls all of us forward

Coarse and rough, loud and tough, mouths are shut as it speaks out

"Reach and touch me!" it exclaims

Hearing their mission the reluctant particpants obey

They reach out, forcing their hands into the mist

Calm with open palms, they pull hands back balled in fists

Their skin mauled and ripped

covered in blood it dripped

their attitude of innocent curiosity has flipped

Now their scared

fearing for their lives, got cell phones calling their wives, grab weapons, pistols and knives, swearing to pay all their tithes if they make it home alive

and I laugh loudly as I observe with pain on my mind

tears swimming in my eyes

a headache forming, divide

myself from this scene, I have tried

But ignorance is bliss

Lacking

Blood runs thicker than water

Water is thicker than air

Air is indeed matter

What matters to me?

Not very much.

I eat.

I sleep.

I read.

I Watch

I observe

I comment

Then I leave

And go back to my hole

Where the world makes sense

Take One

Aint seen a love that ever flourished like this

Prior to our engagement, my wrist

Endured such a lashing, still thrashing in my mind

Took my time before I approached with hopes for a kiss

Endurance was uncanny though my patience wearing thin

In dire need of a trim, grass green growing in

Areas of that you would pin as the pleasure center of sin

This wasnt deep at all, I will stop and try again....

Stream of Consciousness

I want her 

feel what i feel

see what i see

observe what i feel is the key

to the lock that is my heart

inside my chest next to my lungs

were punctured so i headed to the hospital

i wonder if grandma is doing okay after her release

me from this cage, i am a wild beast

untamed and free

me from this cage i am a wild beast

untamed and free

me from this cage i am a wild beast

untamed and free....

I don't Care

I asked to speak to a young lady that I knew

I heard her mother graduated out of Harvard and because she was the smartest in her class went to Peru

I came expecting boasting but I didn't have a clue

That she was hurting with the current absence of her mother

She's not the type to take problems and share them with another

She'd rather bare them alone, a solitary weight on her shoulders

Which leads to what I told her

I said with much haste, I care not for her issues

For your tears, for your peers that yell and scream that they miss you

I do care however that your attitude has been humbled

Now I can relate, now we can share the struggle

Abuse in a Bottle

Blood Soldiers

In the back room nursing my wounds
screams of comrades
final moments, meeting their doom
typhoons of bullets
striking like lightning
i duck low
crawl slow
so enemies won't find me
blindly feeling across the wall for a door
my face stone cold
but I'm shaken heavily at my core
found the knob
and slipped past dead men that were considered gods in basic training
i suppose battle alters survival odds
the rival dogs
barking orders to subordinates
relinquishing coordinates
they're damn lucky i'm not recording it
I pull my side arm as they split up
i'm as silent as a robber
shot one in the dome
blood eruption, hot lava
panic is contagious
turn the pages
I'm escaping
best friend dead weight
the war wages
different stages of grieving
i'm stuck in rage
and my fell...

Off the top of my head, idk the general idea lol

the hood is the killer

and the good is long gone

while the evil doing anything they could to get a thriller

never planned to thrill her

just sat back and watched her watching me

watched on till my clock clocked three

clock me out

as hot as today was i aint need

the heat of her stare as she stared at me

she knew what i was feeling

and she felt the same

felt the shame

brought on by our hometowns pain

murder in the third degree on every thursday

its almost on schedule

called that clockwork

clocks work overtime

hearts hurt over rhymes

they say that peace is earned

yet stolen in white lines