Bobble Head

They said I was like them, drunk and dead.

My head turned and said, I’m lush and going to bed.

They say not so soon! every guy is like dude!

and every girl swoons, “please stay with me

maybe we could be!” Shh; you talk to much

I am going to interrupt,  I know I sound abrupt;

you’re insides I wish to erupt.

I am  antibiotics to diss your shit; a legit chronic; alcoholic

a nostalgic hero not subject to the rejects who’ve gave up being themselves!

I delve into minds.

I am the book with the rhymes you take off shelves;

discovering a hidden meaning in my words ; so powerful – you change yourself.

I shelled out hell in bombs like grenades;

I play poker and win with a flush of spades

I am not afraid to take you and dance to the slew,

of people mimicking a pit of glue – so slow

they have to know they cannot undue a dude like me!

Here is the regret I have to give to you

here’s the fee!

you and me are different see.

goodbye to thee!

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Tri – Cycle

Here comes the end of another beginning

That is going to end and shall become another beginning;

I’m always winning and failing and winning and failing,

life is life as a circle is a circle,

I am a  clown who rides his little tricycle;

I’m so fickle, here’s a little riddle.

This isn’t funny anymore! I am not a joke!

This isn’t funny anymore! I am not a joke!

Go on and poke and jest and test;

try to suppress me like rest!

I will still prove to the best!

laying the past to the dirt;

you and I are earth’ AND earth!

In the end we are the same yet we blame

play these mind games and judge people

Like we know exactly what they went trough;

really’ you and I got no fucking clue!

who’s really done what and who is really who?!

Are you the you, you really sell?

You; a  painted nice face hiding a morbid hell;

or some lost soul beaten and shoven:

No one listens to; yet you’ve seen visions of heaven!

Yet they judge you and say you’ll never be forgiven!

This isn’t funny anymore! I am not a joke!

This isn’t funny anymore! I am not a joke!

Go on and poke and jest and test;

try to suppress me like rest!

I will still prove to the best!

laying the past to the dirt;

you and I are earth’ AND earth!

A black hearse rolls by slow,

ever think you could be the next to go?

we never know’ Are you going to go. go. go.

Go home today?

Here comes the end of another beginning

that is going to end that shall become another beginning;

life is life as a circle is a circle,

I am a  clown who rides his little tricycle;

I’m so fickle, here’s a little riddle…

just a –

clown who rides his little tricycle;

in circles.

Summer’s Breeze

It’s been awhile since I stopped and watched

the birds fly by in the evening sky – sun setting

breeze blowing leaves in circles around me,

I’m listening and feeling everything in this moment.

contemplating the very meaning of my life – of life.

Another’s life.

How much is a soul worth when its lost and confused?

Can I salvage anything from these broken memories;

from these broken friendships that have brought me to my knees.

can I please figure out the meaning to all of this?

Before I’m too pissed off to go on;

can I please calm my anger and unclench my fists?

I’m just gonna keep fighting on!

this night will fade and mourning will bring dawn.

Then Ill be;

One step close to an answer I haven’t figured out yet.

Do You Have coffee?

The real poet in me,
looks dead.
I gave him a poke,
dusted off the mold,
he said, BEHOLD!
I was just sleeping,
I’ve had no inspiration.
The light went out.
So I slept.
I then asked,
shall we write again!?
He replied
someday soon,
I’m still waking up
and its still so dark,
and im still sleepy.
Do you have coffee?

Peter Pan

one two unglued my shoe

three four – pull the door

five six – close it quick

seven – eight ! everything you hate!

is between eight and nine

this time; ten to eleven

you will be mine – illl send you to heaven.

Eleven then twelve

there is no answer to this spell

I am between you and me and

12 and thirteen. are keen

on spleens; thirteen

fourteen – where have you been

fourteen – fifteen – i’ve seen you again

little ghost of sixteen – sweet sixteen;

then suddenly seventeen and dead again.

Eighteen –

who ever wanted to grow up?

Mirror mirror

tonight i dont want to sleep

i want to stay up till i die

or at least until the booze

and drugs where off

or

can we watch a movie!?

by we i mean me and myself and I

i stopped listening to music since the last girl

that broke my heart

now there is nothing but heavy metal in my head

and when i feel like i have to cry

i cant even force myself to feel those feelings anymore

they are all gone

dried up.

But i wish to feel something again

so lets watch a movie

with music and romance

so i can live with myself

without a glance

at the mirror