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Tough Crowd

shes quiet at first

and doesn’t want to say too much,

I get her to crack a smile

and that just makes her tighten up,

I get her to laugh

and all the more does she put up a front,

attempting to deflect what ever I throw

I still hit it back, further busting her gut,

she regains her composure-goes stoned faced

and before leaving-looks me in the eyes, and says that she’s had enough

hide in the creep

we see the end

of the week

our hopes come out

disconnected we

go a million different places

wanting to be part of the

party that apparently

is being celebrated by everybody

the mushrooms has them seeing stars

and they’re going tunnel deep

hiding adult themes

into childish things

that we

better not speak

of or we will see

a deeper underlining

that will only creep

A little birdie told me

news sure does

travel fast

especially when its juicy

even more when its something slightly tilted/exaggerated & bad,

“did you hear about what so and so did?”

“oh yeah, I heard she was mad”,

a lie is more appealing to the heart of the  eye

so of course embellishment is going to enrich it just a tad,

like a snowball effect down a mountain

it gets even bigger every go around like a reoccurring fad,

so once the news hits them over the head

how can one keep self-contained and not get a little mad?

 “word on the tweet is you had a crazy weekend”

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to all my exes still stuck on my sweetness

If you can take a Richard then you can take a joke, my dear quit being such a pessimistic fag 


Self interest

highly addicted

overly medicated

mom tested & kid approved,

wearing all the template faces

reflecting off

the many moods

of all the moons,

this is different

the weeks been twisted

woe to what sexy mixed in

& to what Elohim showed through & proved,

 even though

my mind knows better

my flesh wants what is clever

and to satisfy its worldly womb,

a little to drink

a lot to smoke

taking away the powers to think

about our close approaching/appending doom,

I await with a smile and a peace sign

something pretty on my lap/raw hide

when really all that is needed is my  bible app

and patience for these wounds to soothe



We are young
We are free,
And you can run
Away with me,
But even free
Has its fee,
No restraint
Just receipt,
Good times
Hide in deceit,
But since we’re strong
They can’t defeat,
Us, As Long as we
Stand firm, on our feet,
But thats hard
When we sink,
Into the glamour
Of vanity,
Inciting more
And more insanity,
With non sober thoughts
And belligerent profanity,
I continue
Wild night
All the fun
Are for those who were with me,
And for those who weren’t
I don’t leave much for mystery,
Lord forgive me
For you judge me,
And I am not of this world
But I’ll be damned if my teething,
have it’s crazy cravings,
My flesh
Is but a baby,
And I don’t
Want to go on living,
If i don’t enjoy
Every bit of breathing

this girl at a party

she had me at hello

but she didn’t stop there

answering all my questions as soon as

they were received totally unaware

that subconsciously

we’re both playing a game of truth or double dare

our connection engulfing our attention

never letting go of the stare

that we kept entranced in

even when others tried to make the bottle spin

tossing in their lies

with some fuck ups I later on went on to admit

which added more fuel to the fire

that I was talking my self in

to but it ultimately show cased my honesty by the fin

which to her safely assured most of her doubts and was to her the best quality amongst men

to warriors with fresh cuts and battle wounds

the simplest of band-aids are the greatest commodity or at least in the top ten

once the rumors settled like the dust off the sandals

of raging wild Neanderthal men

in the fields of open pastures of soulless blood hounds hell-bent

on destroying what still has life

since for them it’s too late to repent

she still found her way safely into my arms

with not one  scuff or smudge on her pretty, little, black dress

oops i did it again

I can’t say it enough

I did iT again,

as if after so many times

there’s something new to win,

but I can’t lie this time

I think there’s something to iT,

because even amongst the odds

iT still showed favor to me, after a bitch thought she bit,

speaking lies of me

adding on to my past,

to fresh new blood

yet you wanted to calculate her math,

giving her math equations

you your self couldn’t add,

the concept of lieing isn’t new

I see you follow with the fad,

of hating because who you’re dating

cant satisfy or deal with your loud obnoxious drunk stumbling ass,

what im saying sounds hurtful

please allow me to reframe,

it seems like where im going

im going there again,

except this time its a slightly different path

because the company accompanying isn’t at all about playing pretend,

although ive made mistakes in past

I think what started as it did before wont end like it did again,

my flesh my heart my mind my soul

cant deny what it sees and feels,

so im hoping what im hoping for

is authentic and all so real,

because at first

it felt too surreal,

but my breaking the diet with something just for my sweet tooth

turned out to be the full course satisfying meal