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Cool is a cruel competition
Where there are no winners, only sinners
And debauchery is all I see around me
No center, no desire, restless mire
The only victors are those who lose
Because it’s the victory of the noose
Hang yourself on the tree of style
Reborn as just another face in the pile
self lost to what people think you are
and before you know it you’ve come so far
that you can’t get back
stranded, feel like I’m under attack
no way forward no where to go
chilling out, doing nothing in limbo
lost the race, now I love empty space
shoulda, woulda, coulda just stayed in place
displacement zero for the wannabe hero
lost potential, chance to be the next Nero
burned it all down to the ground
Empire of the cool, all falls down
Start over tomorrow, free of sorrow
Conscience cleaned clear of science
Just heart left, wisdom true
Alone in paradise with you

bullstream of thought / the ballad of hal

Walking hard walking all alone by choice
Although around the corner I still hear her voice
Strolling home through the past
Knowing a night like this could never last
Evaporate into mist come morning
And for chances missed I am mourning
Story of the life of a boy with promise
A boy who always tried to be honest
Living on Prospect, a talented youth
Interested in books, music and truth
Science fiction and science class, Soccer and Socrates
This was a boy who always said please
But over time this boy did grow
And soon enough he came to know
No one liked a smart ass with brains
That knowledge brought our boy some pains
He learned that friendship was a treasure
Real friends were few and hard to measure
But he grew and then he knew
That some things are always true
So this goes out to friends for life
Friendships knit under city lights
Knit caps on heads these hats are red
THC smoking headies, streets get bled
Grown wisdom born under moonlight
Nightlife, kick it keep the flow tight
Tighter than a sleeve, loose when I breathe
Can’t find a rhyme, dropped the line
Like a poet who forgot his lies
Now his throat, his thought, up it dries
Still I gotta keep pouring out this soul
Waterfall, freefall till I reach my goal
To realize the potential that I hold
That boy’s got something special, I sensed it
My grandma said that and she meant it
Now say goodbye to grandma’s boy
No more monkey shit, no more toys
Gorwn man shit, on it for real this time
Said it before but it was mime
False mimcry, coyote in the darkness
But there’s a fire let me spark this
And now lets seal it with a kiss

writing a haiku while driving

good times badasses         

self sufficient efficient          

traveling buddies

Fun Guy Rhymes

Go on freckles go grab the bottle

Fuck yea man, I’ll take a swallow

Liquid fire lights up these veins, these verses

Now I'm a driver switchin lanes, spoutin curses

Trippin straight into the audience’s house

Everyone stops, scared, quiet as a mouse

Till we drop this dope fire beat back in

Explosions everywhere, fountains of sin

Run baby run, escape the madness

Scamper back to your pitiful sadness

But I’ll stay on top of the avalanche

Riding the wave, Brando not blanche

no dubois, only blunts smoked here

inhale, get so high I have no fear

Controlled chaos, intimate insanity

Intense charisma, animal Stanley

Method rapping, making interior man

Acting, playing games like Wu-Tang Clan

In the front now its all fun and games

While in the back marlon's smackin dames

loc'ed out dog, Marlon Wayons

If you front your legs will be lamed

Hamstrings gone, hit by the wolfpack

my cutthroat crew always got my back

taking out the weak, lame and sickly

like wolves versus sheep, its over quickly

ya'll straight sheeple that hide inside

we the red-hat wolves of the east side

red fish blue fish old fish new fish

Why?
why is it so hard to create, but so easy to destroy?
five minutes of hate can ruin a lifetime of joy
like a kid on christmas with the wrong toy
but an instant of joy is neverending
perfect moment life comprehending
understanding why the caged bird sings
learning why men give women rings
gaining the peace that happiness brings

Me?
people always think they know me
think they can predict who i'll be
all I want to do is subvert expectation
be different from a feeble misconception
But its funny how shit works out
how those things that you always doubt
turn out to be what its really about
and mistaken identities
end up being who we see
self made in others eyes'
born from denying lies