Sick
Digest the words of a man famished  
You can’t digest these lyrics, to disgusting for one’s bowels  to manage
I’m pissed in more ways than one
I say men don’t kill ,it comes down to that gun
Watch me pull the trigger leaving guts on this manuscript!
They say I went to far, I pulled him  from reality’s grip
“ Funny: I guess my finger slipped”
I just murdered ignorance…………….  
“If I don’t who will make that difference”

They say “no matter the reason, killing is killing”
“I’m just weeding through artificial trying to find the real thing
The sky is the limit, stop reaching for the ceiling!”

I say one less man won’t be missed
“You will die happy, for ignorance is bliss”
I’m sorry it had to come to this

I just murdered stupidity…………..
“Close your eyes and think so you CAN really see!”

“Your words are Laxatives, You excrete Profanity
So you must die for the sake of humanity”

BANG!

I just murdered Profanity …………

And for those who don’t know Profanity’s definition
It’s a word or phrase that shows disrespect for God, or religion

Ignorance wastes time, times only for the living
So if I have to, I will do all the killing

“Do I seem sick to u?”
I am sick of this………………..


Society’s hallucination drug

Tell them kick rocks like their walking on boulders
Cause my legs worn out like the worlds on my shoulders
Look, Acid rain’s falling down
And I see no working light bulbs around
Just the devil’s smiles, the devil’s grins
A writer’s mind, a pad and pen
Advil, Tylenol, and hallucinogens
I feel a charge, a rush, an answer
As I’m dying from society’s cancer
I have the mind of a romancer
With a little boost from experience
A mind of euphoria is the definition of difference
If it could all be better in an instant
So I look through the pages of a blank book
And began writing about the souls society took
I see rainbows that are rare now a day
No black no white, no skies of gray
So now I tattoo society’s issues
Wiping my nose with thin tissue
For I sneeze at society
For it doesn’t agree with me
So we contrast, like water and oil
When I think of it my blood boils
My perception is truth regardless of substances abused!
Ha , A comedic drama…society is…..I’m so amused!
White paint, red noses
Fake smiles, Lame poses
And it’s hard to focus
So I think outside the box of notice
I notice more, or maybe I’m hallucinating


Confused Much?

I’m just a boxer tryna think outside the “box”
My mind in water reminiscent of eroding rocks ( don’t drown)
Bouncing in my head, Ricocheting my thoughts
I then create casualties
Thinking like I, stinging like bees
My thoughts are butterflies (HA!)  
Floating in this  sky
Walking on ROY G BIV, With skittles I my pockets
Thoughts from N.A.S.A blasting off like rockets
They Are of alien kind
Are the thoughts in my mind
Think of my thoughts as flying pigs
Thinking of a frozen hell, and cancer less cigs
Now my thoughts give the pad full body handshakes
As I’m trying to avoid chronic headaches
And they never sleep, so my bed aches
Soo if my thoughts owned eyes they would have rags beneath them
My thoughts are my sword, its time to unsheathe them


Are u confused?


Imagination’s Melody

A tender rhapsody plays my ears favorite song
“Just my Imagination” rolling off my tongue
So far my ears hear no wrong
I put it on replay to my ears delight
Heaven sings a song of sight
For I imagine  a wondrous light
My Imagination runs with the legs  of a fools perception
Reality and Imagination can’t make that connection
I love being a fool of sorts
Listening to my favorite melody sittin’ on the porch
It reminds me of home
Where my heart roams
So I daydream of a moonlit beach
Me and her talking, sand in our feet
Song on repeat
“ It plays so smoothly” My mind speaks
She leans over and begins to whisper my favorite melody
So I ask her to marry me
And we fly………
Her as my star, me as her sky
Hoping this song is never to die
Wanting it to cry
Tears of Joy, Tears of emotional Content
A song from the sky so heaven-sent
“Put it on replay”
The battery runs out, My imagination runs away.  I realize what was meant of a fool’s
perception.
The song ends, and so does my happiness …..I look for an electrical outlet he he
“Just my imagination” Temptations
"I am what they call poetry. Poetry is me. I write
about what inspires me, or things that can  effect
people. Sometimes people don’t fully understand
what I write but if you read more than once, you
will get it. I live in Virginia, got to love, and I’m 17,
so poetry isn’t just for the older!"
Kevon Crute
"Where the starzz come to shyne!"