“Trending”

What's up with all this nonsense? (I’m hearing)

Same topics are constant, they need to step up their content

Do I need to keep it simple like they’re imbeciles?

I'm liberal grammatically

If you can't comprehend me I will explain it gradually

I'm not trying to sound condescending

Just trying to understand all this garbage that's trending

Basic material, all styles are adjacent

I guess a little recognition makes you complacent

In a compromised place

I guess the monotonous is an acquired taste

No batteries required when the fires misplaced

I get it, you have to capitalize since the future’s uncertain

I remain determined to make a change even if burdened

We’re on the opposite sides of the spectrum

I didn’t choose this gift, I was selected

I don’t write about hoes, guns or fast cars

But, if I did I would run circles around them like NASCAR

I would describe getting dome from the finest feline

Showing up the competition as I stroll away throwing up the peace sign

“Poltergeist”

When the future seems bleak

You have to be discrete and consume the weakness

The ego floats and carries you straight to the deep end

Stay afloat in a frequent search for a beacon

You find yourself speaking to yourself questioning what is felt

Emotions can be stealth

The subconscious acts on the cards that are dealt

Some linger on the edge while others summon from another realm

The energy must remain intact, in fact the energy must overwhelm

It must ward off the succubus, fluids or substance

Guard the circumference and abstain from rambunctious functions

Still shower in will-power

Stay consistent or the momentum will cower

State the truth

Living transparent and don’t question proof

Remain on your side of the spectrum, don’t expect a truce

Business suits and recruits alike, anyone can pay the price

Ample ammo to prevent a heist

Won’t give in to threats of a poltergeist 

“Soul Mate”

Tan skin with a deep voice

Typing on your keyboard

The friend zone was a decoy

 I'm ready to deploy --- into the war zone

Rearrange your hormones

Our exchanges are informal

I engage your torso --- like a physical

Excavate your labia for minerals

It’s a mystical location

I think I just might pursue this vocation

Urging you to become my permanent patient

Doc Hank Moody, truly here to stay

Always lure me in the way you wear lingerie

You don’t have to be nude for me to get active

My imagination has me seeing through fabric

A couple of encounters while we’re sitting in traffic

Public  situations, in the rain on mud

This is lust, not love, but there’s trust, no glove

We have the occasional role play

And never discuss topics like soul mates

Nothing’s off limits, love to watch her face grimace

A mutual respect, we connect until we both finish 

“Irony”

A drowning man smiled on his way down

Holding onto an electric guitar hoping to hear his final sounds

A sequoia tree collapsed with no one around to assist

The tree thought to itself, “this is the most beautiful gift”

Eternal existence was not for either entity

Both most certainly witnessed something menacing

A racecar driver crashed and burned during the last turn

He survived the crash and said, “why the need for this urn?”

After recovering for weeks he decides to walk the streets

A drifting drag racer loses control and takes the man without being seen

 A witness in protection from the cartel is in great danger

Nearly escaping demons he’s gun down by a border patrol ranger

The bridge is wide and we’re fighting for funds

The most civilized man will lunge forward for crumbs

No irony, just reality at its finest

The globe shows love and protection through violence

“Balance”

Equal parts intelligence, place equal parts into a bowl

Equal parts universal that neutralizes my soul

I never stress that which I can’t control

The formula didn’t compose overnight

It takes observation to impose foresight

My thoughts are the remnants of a melting pot

I cross the T’s and reveal the dots

It’s an easy process to think outside the box

Take the initiative to water dying crops

Impulsive behavior can become greatness

There must be a balance between the attic and basement

Illusions are the truth from a different dimension

Too strong for many so the world offers many forms of prevention

I take the good with the bad there’s no two ways about it

I tread a narrow path to stay away from the crowded

The birth of a prominent figure that has no filter

I don’t fear to say what I think because this is my motion picture 

“The Boxer/Champion”

When you’re hungry you don’t sleep at all

See Goliath and watch him fall at the hands of the guy who wants it more

What’s the purpose in keeping score?

I was victorious before I walked through the door

Adrenaline sweating through my pores

I’m an animal and a carnivore

Taking the title regardless of the sport

A one man army taking over the fort

Killing opponents I should have a stake in the morgue

Excel at my craft just ‘cause I’m bored

Don’t let your mouth write a check your ass can’t afford

When you’re hungry you don’t think about food

You ain’t a badass just ‘cause you’re up to no good

You ain’t a badass ‘cause you grew up in the hood

Don’t need a gun to fire off at my targets

We could go toe to toe to see who hits the hardest

You’ll be sleeping on the canvas, I’m the knock out artist

“Resilience”

Plugged in, initiate contact with the unknown

Living in modern times trying to connect with the spirit, what a conundrum
Ask and ye shall receive,
But you don’t get what you want, you get what you need
What more can you ask for?
Good health, wealth and the desire to explore
It’s hot in the kitchen,
But I’d take a couple of stitches instead of living in fiction
Nothing makes you stronger than a little affliction
If you say it, mean it, don’t be a contradiction
The Richter scale’s magnitude is on a frantic mission
There’s no need to panic when you hold your ground
No restrictions, you decide what is allowed
Turn the corner and never look back, no statements to retract
When you’re always on the go there’s no permanent place to rest at
Beggars can’t be choosers, but can only control their ledger
No hedge fund, it’s a must to seek out treasures
Reap the benefits of repetition to get better
Witness greatness without paying attention
Attempt to expand on the brain’s retention
The design fluctuates like a hydraulic
The signs are exposed, but are they truly acknowledged?
Even the wisest messages get a “return to sender”
Resilient echoes of the purest agenda

“Law of Attraction”

Maintain sanity in the sewer of life

Maneuver like a legend until the engine ignites

In plain sight with nothing to hide

Raise the stakes because a bluff won’t suffice

A poker face that mutates with hippie hair

Survive the coldest nights like a grizzly bear

Fermented blood, demented mind

When you least expect it your lease is up on rented time

I have no time to entertain fantasies

My thoughts won’t be held down from soaring by gravity

Bend the rules of nature naturally

The ratios are against those that think rationally

Words transcribed can be words of action

Intent attracts in the Law of Attraction

Knowledge is the gas that replenishes

Without that petro I’d have a brain hemorrhage 

"Who Am I"

Have you decided your path or is it up for debate?

Are you a spectator or a part of the parade?

Do the choices you make hurt you or are they beneficial?

When your day has come how many people will miss you?

Do you feel other people’s pain or are you indifferent?

Are you proficient in communication or are you a misfit?

Are you a recluse or a person of dialogue?

Are you driven or do you just ride along?

If you’re hungry do you rely on someone else or do you check the cupboards?

Are you open to advice or are you stubborn?

Would you extend your arm to someone falling off a cliff?

Do you forgive or forget if ever you’re pissed?

Would you admit to your faults and attempt to have them fixed?

Is your house built of straw, sticks or made of bricks?

Are you a team player or are you a team leader?

If you had great knowledge would you keep it to yourself or would you teach it?

Would you take vengeance on someone that was deceitful?

Are you a preview or are you the main feature?

Are you a model citizen that follows city ordinance?

Do you allow yourself to be persecuted or are you an insubordinate?

“The Ones”

Writing’s a privilege I will never misplace, never disgrace

When you’re hungry you do it with taste

A palette for extravagant delicacies  

For true energy willing to take a vow of celibacy

The line extends around the corner

Rather keep the loyalty and keep the line shorter

Inspiration comes in various forms

A song, a movie or a baby that’s born

I have no mercy on enemies because I have no foes

Stay close to the ones that were there for the highs and the lows

The ball is in my court I’m always ready to get the ball off

You have my back, I have your back ‘till the wheels fall off

When I commit there’s no stopping the train

If it derails you’re the only that you can blame

A lot of bloodsuckers lurk in the dark

If you’re smart you can spot them from afar 

" The Vision is Now"

The vision is now, a commission is formed

There’s no compromising the ability to perform

Abnormal drive that increased overtime

Adapt and transform like Optimus Prime 

The best of the best, survived many tests

Time is pressing one must dress to impress

Western territory opens up for the taking

Spaghetti strings to go along with the cheese that I’m grating

Is he a human or is he a zombie?

A man that you won’t be ever disarming

The weapons are in place for a successful endeavor

For the first time in a long time he’s held together

His blood strain is universal forever

Looking to make it rain regardless of weather

The vision is now, the vision’s prolonged

Forming unbreakable bonds 

“Temptation”

She’s a contortionist, an avid abortionist

Many judge her and find her abhorrent

Yet, many women pirate her style more than a torrent

She’s an evil genius with indifferent intentions

An intellectual with impressive credentials

A sexual creature, a hypocrite when she spews lectures

She says, “Do as I say, not as I do”

Is she confused or is she amused by playing these dudes?

Not a gold-digger, she stacks her own money

Is she a model or is she a playboy bunny?

I never figured it out, but that’s none of my business

I’m the only one that survived her hit-list

Now we’re friends, and it’s interesting to sit back and witness---

Poor delusional fools falling for sexual favors

Sure, we had our encounters, but I never thought to tame her

Monogamy is blasphemy to her earlobes

She’s seduced businessmen, artists, and weirdoes

She says she’s well protected, she doesn’t jeopardize her health

But, I’m debating temptation as she reaches for my belt

“Illuminated”

Freedom of speech

Ignore the demons that preach
The semen that reached beneath the surface
Must turn this birth into a purpose
Convert from the circus
Desert the serpent
Emerge from the furnace
Remove all curtains
A clear view, a clear path
Left the wrath in the rear view
If you’re a sheep, they try to shear you
If you’re a wolf they might fear you
If they don’t, strike twice so they hear you
Make ends meet in the deep end
Monday thru Sunday, no such thing as a weekend
Fight the good fight against the bad guys
No retreat until one of us flat-lines
The wasteland is illuminated by flashlights
The energy is siphoned by the powers that be
Cowardly attack from the sky and comfortably attack from the sea
FDA approved to reduce the health of society
They feed us contaminated and ruined facts
Protect Ya Neck, but there’s no need for aluminum hats
9/11, Sandy Hook, Michael Jackson
JFK, CERN, blood sacrifices for satisfaction
Rituals by rich people dressed as gods and goddesses
Same people calling the shots and making false promises

“Infatuation”

Spotted you from across the room as I consumed

Is it the poison that enhances your allure?

Or is it pure? I had to find out for sure

Steady steps in your direction

Instincts persuading me to pursue a connection

Never felt this nervous when thinking about the opposite sex

What do they call you and by what are you impressed?

What are your habits and would you answer if I called you collect?

I want to put you in a movie that I fully direct – and co-star in

Play you like guitar strings, I’m not trying to be charming

Not your ordinary duo, together we’re misfits

I could lose myself for the rest of this existence

You’re worth every second

 I would trade in this life of living reckless without question

You’re my lover, my therapist and my best friend

My ambition to overcome dead-ends

Before I get ahead of myself would you care to conversate?

I know the thoughts are real, I’m still in a conscious state

Reassuring jargon, I’m sure you’re a target to most

I’m sure you’re approached by gross, ill-mannered folk

I’m different, my intentions are not merely physical

Want to make you laugh, cry and feel miserable

Your beauty’s overwhelming, need to find out if your mind is similar

We can indulge like crickets in the night

And have a picket fence that ain’t white  

“24/7”

Fearless encounters, dealing with outbursts

Life’s a 24/7 job that’ll never be outsourced

Layers reveal the pain and the healing

Home is where the heart is and it has no ceiling

The wilderness is peaceful

But, people try to burn the wilderness down with diesel

Don’t claim to know the secret, but if I did I would keep it

No leaking, deep in the game, never been seen in the bleachers

A wordsmith with the urge to be purchased

Nothing’s what it seems on the surface

First and foremost no cutting corners

Face facts, everyone’s ancestors were foreigners

Indigenous state of mind wherever I choose to recline

Life’s a 24/7 job I refuse to resign 

“Stress Reliever”

Stress reliever, confessions can make you a believer

The clock’s persistent and leaves no time for a breather

A few yards away from the goal-line

I’m a writer, not a fighter

I have a lighter side, but if you test then you’re playing with fire

Hair blowing in the wind against the tension

Dwelling on the ability for ascension

Transformation through many phases

Awaiting to finally experience stasis

I could be contentious in my convictions

Positive affirmations can make truth of predictions

I can only offer blood, sweat and tears

Either you’re conquered by or you conquer your fears

A revival of literary and musical recital

Just started to learn to stay away from false idols

The battle may have resulted in victory

But, war won’t cease until one side experiences misery

Even though not a participant, one must acknowledge

Many forms of distress; geography, beliefs and economics

Many perspectives on what defines an under or overachiever

Still searching for the stress reliever 

“Truth/Doubt”

The truth is clouded with doubt, no exceptions to any account

Consumed with the pursuit of renown, fruits of the crown

Many swim in the sea without knowing they’ve drowned

Umbilical cord, a miracle grows

Flea temptation for spiritual growth

Always under oath even when thunder roars

Participate in no rituals, it’s like I’m on barbiturates

Sedated from certain festivals

Yet recognize every aspect like eating meat and vegetables

The arena is crowed, but no one is applauding

The grass is greener on the other side if you allow it

The possibilities are endless, I’m life’s apprentice

Money isn’t the only thing appreciated for services rendered

Furnish the temple with genuine thoughts

And learn to let go of irrelevant props

Like enemas, rid myself of the feces

I guess I have the same philosophy of Greenpeace 

“Double Agent”

The end of the tunnel is dark, so I turn and tread really far

The outcome is profound and the sound as beautiful as a harp

Carpe diem for now, the town is covered in frowns

The goal is to turn them around with no pressure to be bound

No compromising the bond, no right or wrong

Just here to realize that I’m here until your spirit is gone

Insomnia is love and hated, the rabbit hole can also be elevated

Both angels and demons roam the earth, but are in agreement

Mankind is a free man, free will is offered to both the noble and heathens

Happiness is a concept that must be offered to every prospect

An agent of many faculties without the allowance of casualties

Yet know that I have no control over catastrophes

The pulse of the people is equal, without knowing if there’s a sequel

When shielded nothing is lethal, laugh in the face of the grim reaper

"Obliged"

I’m obliged to un-cage the tiger

Live amongst saints and liars, going in circles like dryers

Yet I admire the universe, uniforms and unicorns

It’s a reality impossible to ignore

Even when outsmarted find a way to even the score

Still, I level up until the brain cells are fully grown

Use to be controlled like drones, flipped like phones

Fighting voodoo until I’m nothing but skull and bones

Humility comes to those that dwell on scenarios alone

No outside influence, behaviors I don’t condone

I won’t be prone to assumptions by skeptics

Combat the evil that try to end life like contraceptives 

"The Last of Us"

Temper tantrums, no such thing as a national anthem Irrational
News anchors with biased opinions consumed by anger
Blurred lines, insecurities lead to crime
Unjustifiable actions in a society that’s been repeatedly refined
Read between the lines, take heed and weed-out the swine
One can easily regress, I suggest the mouth stay shut even when blood you thirst
Speaking blasphemy can only make matters worse
The bold will attempt to uphold to see who scatters first
I’d rather kick dirt on my enemy’s grave than watch my kin burned at the stake
Traditions will vaporize as conditions are no longer tolerated by the depraved
Factions will fall apart, brothers in arms struggle amongst themselves
The want is overbearing enough and outweighs the chance of jail
Pride becomes obligation, too much of it to ask for trust
Must remember the vows taken and fight for the last of us

“A Force To Be Reckoned With”

I’m reluctant to give up, underestimated, never see me quiver

Equivalent to your most formidable foe, I deliver – On point like a shiv

Your woman’s inhibitions go out the door with some liquor, what gives?

Every day is an inauguration when I wake up I’m a different –Person

Got you all flustered, one thing’s for certain, you’re false so I pull back the curtains

Expose you for being a puppet, I cut the strings now you’re on crutches

I’m precocious enough to preemptively strike, it’s barbaric to pry –But,

If I don’t fight on for my beliefs I’m gon’ end up in back your trunk

That’s prejudice towards my goodwill, I will not participate in The Day the Earth Stood Still

 I will not succumb to constraints, your best bet is to run for the gates

I bundle my wisdom with courage and flourish above and beyond

Infatuated with eradicating you I will not abate until you’re gone 

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Hindsight. It’s 20/20 right? I disagree. I believe it’s more like 50/50 because although one may know of the events to unfold one’s actions whether positive or negative may still be a result of psychosis. You see I personally have lived in what is called dissonance, a disharmony between what I know I should do and doing the opposite expecting a different result. Or is that just stupidity? I’m still trying to figure that part out of this calamitous life that also been filled with exuberance. What a conundrum of sorts. Will this puzzle ever get figured out, straightened out or just carry on for lifelong battle between good and evil? Living or dying?     

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Psychosis. Ambrosia for the masses is cultivated in spurts. Belief that the entire outside perspective will indulge in this creation is undeniably the definition of the chemical imbalance someone may attain. However, to grasp what blinds the pain that one suffers while being able to connect with even the miniscule of the population is precious. Any person can relate with specific forms on a different level while others loathe, but still acknowledge. And what more can a delusional outsider wish for than to affect others’ lives regardless of the outcome? Creation is a vivid inner spectrum that becomes intrinsic of that that is void. Purpose regardless of the incoherent understanding is a thing of beauty as beauty is in the eye of the beholder or in better words in the mind of the assembler.

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Functionality? Can one still procure happiness while in distress or must the scars of the fallen soldier fully heal before he can feel the subtle enjoyment? I believe that even for a brief moment the wounded can enjoy certain aspects whether that be the enjoyment of a savory meal, a duel amongst men or a simple conversation with a comrade. One must function regardless through primitive actions that must be met on a daily basis otherwise existence ceases to exist. The downward spiral commenced from a starting point located above the circling abyss; that is to say the funnel has both a heaven and a hell, but what defines these two? As the saying goes one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure. One man can consume the devil’s juice to reach ecstasy while another may grant his torture as he wades on his miscues.

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I'm going to give writing a crack in my spare time...Not the rhyme, poetry, song I'm accustomed to though. Actually writing a short story. This is the intro...

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When life reaches a downward spiral, do you accept the reality or live in denial until you no longer have either choice to make? Also, do you blame the universe or do you analyze the consequences of the choices one's made? Life is filled with joyous moments while some lives are also balanced with agony whether it be self-proclaimed or begotten by uncontrollable sources. The answers are sometimes an epiphany while some are educated later than desired. Desire can be lethal and synonymous with lust. That can lead to disappointment, but also lead to a false satisfaction feeling of fulfillment. Don’t get me wrong as for some of the earthly minority it makes for a perfect synchronicity.