a rap song (why not)

And I'll be livin' this life- hoping to find my wife, cutting through shit like a knife, minus the strife. Don't it look nice? Just gettin' started on this coaster ride of mine. Don't call me again 'cause I'm doing just fine. I got dreams too, that don't include you, so get a clue, pretty girl. Once my world, now you're gone. Time for me to do the same and move on.

I'm the one in the sky, like a dandelion floatin' high. Don't worry babe, I'll catch ya on the flip side. Once again or never again. Your bullshit ain't got no place to land. And on this hand I got a peace sign wavin'. Goodbye to you who 4ever be hatin'. So hear me shout, 10/4 over and out, your lies just don't hold any clout since you left me with the gift of doubt.

Hey pretty girl, is that you cryin'? 'Cause I finally figured out what fools be lyin'? Thought you could play me too, huh boo? Guess this jewel has turned you into the fool. So fuck off and cool that ass off in da pool. Peace.

Morning Walk

9/17/09

I took myself on a walk this morning. 

The sights I was seeking to see. 

Such tragedy lies in living someplace not knowing what surrounds thee. 

What joy I found, caressing the ground, allowing my feet to lead the way. 

The journey was long, but rather quite short in measure of inspirations today. 

The silence I found inside (safe and sound) through allowance of body to stray. 

Not far away lands, but backyard pastures that remained undiscovered this day. 

Have learn-ed me this: 

Life is a place between other states and I'm not talking about U.S of A. 

Together is bigger than us, you or me and we can change this world someday.

I'm talking about drive, the kind found inside, inspiring my writing today. 

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I took myself on a walk today and beauty was all I could find

I don't own this city

To leave ain't a pity

But the journey has been on my mind

I'll never forget the things you have taught me through your art, dirt and crime

H to the Wood

I left when I could

But you can send me a postcard sometime

I'll remember you dearly believe it or not, but staying is just not an option

There's more to this life

Than Hollywood strife

But thank you for all of the passion

Dear Anger

9/16/09

Dear Anger,

I am mad at you. 

You steal my friends and block their hearts. 

You make decisions through judgement clouded emotions. 

You use your power to ruin my days and kill where happiness and love was. 

Anger, you make me ANGRY! 

I wish I could strangle you before you creep into veins like a disease. 

Anger, I hate you. 

I hate you for the feelings you bring out in me. 

Anger makes us do or say things we done mean. 

Anger, some people use you as a coping mechanism or a reason to treat people badly. 

Well I don't agree with You, anger. 

Your reasons are lower than dirt for me. 

After anger comes fear and you should be afraid, anger. 

Happiness and love will tie you down where you belong next to jealousy and pride. 

And in the end, You anger, will be the one who has died. 

Sunday Secret

9/7/09 This is for the readers out there. Sunday Secret J-Love _______________________

I have a secret rainbow friend Who comes and goes now and again Dances with me all night, then flashes a secret smile Spinning E/motions, slow to notice that I have a secret smile Sundays are for lovers, not of the usual kind Sundays are for lovers, who can't make up their mind We gather in the dark filling up the corners of the bar, oh there you are! You are coming to dance with me Together we swing knowing it means nothing Yet we share rainbow love and trust openly Sundays are for lovers, but not the usual kind Sundays are for lovers, who can't make up their mind We love each other because no one else does Found: An easy connection through the buzz Lighthearted and carefree because you mean nothing to me But it's Sunday so we'll see Yeah, it's Sunday so M-A-Y-B-E Sundays are for lovers, we're not the usual kind Sundays are for lovers, we can't make up our mind Sundays are for lovers, we're not the usual kind Sundays are for lovers, we won't make up our mind Oh yeah, It's my secret and I'll never make up my mind!

Dreaming for Dreaming

Sunshine daydreams or midnight screams?

Tics of clock as a snore parade leads

Sleep may come, dreams may go

A dreamers waiting game seems so slow

Rest-time needs a gentle push

Lights go off with OG Kush

Night's possession falls short of me

Wishing I could fall into sleep

This Life

Do everything in light of a higher meditative power. Why not breath people in? Is there not more to life? Together as one. NO. One individual for himself. Living this life every night and living this night every life. Who are you? I'll never see you again. That's right. We're a match but not this life.