13 Dec
I won’t change; I’m not the weather.
I’m not above you, we’re on the same level.
Pull the lever; lets get a little hyyerr.
We’re where they ought to be, party flyers.
A day of bliss; working on a lifetime.
I’m already a millionaire, you’re my lifeline.
You’re my wife and I’m, content now.
All of a sudden, I don’t feel so hellbent now.
3 Dec
Born at the bottom. She lifted me.
Merry Christmas. Heaven’s gift to me.
The sweetest soul. She is a dove.
My heart’s attitude. I’m madly in love.
The sun sets. She closes her eyes.
She is usually up before me. My sunrise.
I see that my life is just beginning.
Life without her. Life without meaning.
23 Nov
Sometimes I’m awkward, sometimes I’m absurd.
Sometimes I’m outward, and sometimes I’m unheard.
Most of the time I’m mellow, my thoughts are not.
Marijuana and a cigarillo, and those thoughts all stop.
I don’t call it my oasis, I don’t call it my escape.
It’s my sidekick as I face this, supervillain with a cape.
It was me vs. the World, now it’s me and my girl.
Destiny is starting to unfurl, so I can’t end it and curl.
Unless I curl like Sonic, burrow into the plutonic.
Excavate sounds that are tonic, but too far from logic.
13 Nov
True exposure! Expose your disclosure.
I’d strike like a vulture, but love is my culture.
Haters could never spark that side of me.
Life’s sodomy, only improved my psychology.
But it hollowed me, so if I’m high off weed..
It’s not for the high. It’s really just to be on-key.
I lost friends over that. I’m not emotional.
A wise man told me to never eat until I’m full.
The Fruits of life come with moderation.
Others live trife. Where’s my accommodation?
I think I found the Angel that will stop me..
From picking up the same firearm that shot me..
In my dreams, which I call night schemes.
They must join reality. Shit is not what it seems.
A joint reality? I’d rather smoke reality..
Until reality becomes a game of Final Fantasy.
A fallacy! Truthfully, I feel close to death.
I only smoke Marijuana, I’m not close to Meth.
Unless, you’re talking about the effects.
I could describe any drug, which one is next?
My Angel! I hope that she can relieve me.
I wish I was a tree, so my mind would leave me.
Don’t deceive! My thoughts are not scant.
My mind can handle it, but my emotions can’t.
They can’t handle shit! I flush doubt away.
Lets shout and play, amidst those that nay-say.
We can form a new universe, within ours.
They’re just mad balls of gases, and we’re stars.
The revolution, even if they can’t see it.
A genius that was almost destroyed, as a fetus.
No father to be my role-model or follow.
A life filled with sorrow. I could die tomorrow.
It wouldn’t matter, I’d rather eat alone.
A DiGiorno’s pizza and I’m right. Is that wrong?
I’m not the shit, I’m just what the shit was.
A seven-course meal and good wine, for a buzz.
12 Nov
I welcome…
Thoughts, that will eventually kill me.
Marijuana is…
Magical, the only thing that can heal me.
My true self…
Hidden, only shown when I’m blown.
Beyond alone…
The only time I’m here is when I’m gone.
9 Nov
Bitches think they’re playin’ men, who just wanna get in.
Did I mention, that the bitches mentioned, are as ugly as sin.
Where should I begin, my apology? Sorry, not in my policy.
Polly doesn’t want a cracker, she wants everything Polly sees.
If Polly had love though, I bet that she would change quick.
But why give the above, to a hoe. Only thing in her range, dick.
I’m being rude. You would think my heart just got broken.
But actually, I love my girlfriend. Shit, I even stopped smokin’.
For a day though. Yesterday was the first day being sober.
I don’t drink, never hungover. I’m just an overthinking stoner.
Bitch please, I cum with facts, like the truth is on your face.
Don’t tease; not one to attract, let me know if you want a taste.
I know you’re hollow. Let me fill you up; then pay homage.
Bitch, just swallow, ’cause you may even get to gain knowledge.
You funny ass college girls. Do you think you rule the world.
Please. I’ll have you doing tricks for nuts, like a trained squirrel.
6 Nov
Questions arise, but only my mind replies.
I listen to my mind’s lies, so slowly, my mind dies.
A dead mind is like a dead mine, harmless.
My mind’s not armed, but they still try to disarm this.
They could tear me down, limb from limb.
But they could never tear down, what I built within.
I’m more than a soul, I’m something else.
I know, something helps, I believe, if nothing else.
I’ve seen the pretty, and I’ve seen the ugly.
I’m stuck in between, but there’s nothing above me.
4 Nov
I’m bipolar, but I’m fully in love.
You’re my happiness, like I’ve fully been drugged.
I see meaning in the meaningless.
And if this love isn’t real, my life is meaningless.
Don’t leave my stomach uneasy.
Murderous words, and I know that love isn’t easy.
I will always continue to love you.
‘Til the day that you tell me you don’t want me to.
3 Nov
She is priceless.
A voice in my head..
Said:
You have to wife this.
If you ever..
Want to see bliss.
Happiness.
In the form of a miss.
Love.
That is what this is.
My reply to the voice:
I made my choice.
She is why..
I want to rejoice.
She is why..
I want to continue.
The world stops..
She enters the venue.
Any venue.
Out to lunch..
She is on my menu.
We can stay in.
But..
I used to stay in..
The halls of my mind.
Now..
The walls say I’m fine.
The blinds..
Open for shine.
Open for your kindness.
She is the finest.
My highness.
It would be my honor..
To be on her.
She can be on me.
She is my IV.
My medication.
My dedication.
My love.
My lust.
Her touch is Midas.
2 Nov
I have a Los Angeles mindset.
I’m a Lost Angel, my mind’s unset.
I love the Los Angeles sunset.
Los Angeles, a beautiful vignette.
But my Angel’s beauty is unmet.
It’s her beauty that prevents upset.
If I get lost in my mind’s depth.
At least she’s there as my safety net.
