Unnatural Mind

I’m bringin Britney back,
She’s fucked up blacked out
Don’t know how to act.

I Saw You Again

Emotional dreams of an ex,
Woke up from the past
To start my day.

Memories mix with realities.
In a half sleep haze
I long for her touch,
All the times we had,
Such a nostalgic rush.

Questions of why,
As her image fades.

You’ve escaped my reality,
But in my dreams
You’ve stayed.

I hate starting out this way.

I’ve been you before,
And it just isn’t for me.
Keep your dirty paws off,
Before I let my dirty jaws off.

I’ll sink into
The soft fabric of your life.
I’ll rip you a new topic,
Like a mole,
If it was interested in sophet.

You’re a leaky attic,
And I’m a dripping addict.

Get your shit fixed,
Before your storage comes unhinged.

I am Single, The Definition.

Soul mate?
More like temporary hole-mate.

Yeah I like hanging out with you,
But you don’t make me feel emotionally great.

We should just get married,
Hold that thought,
Put it on a forever long wait.

I don’t want to date,
I say marriage is like a myth
What the fuck are kids?
“Those things that need the bibs.”

Fuck that,
Drooling with the SIDS.

If we end up together,
You’re going to hate who you’re with.

I was born to singularly live.

Free Mission’s

I’m still here and still kickin’,
So come along
And join me in my mission.
What’s my mission?
Why thank you for the inquisition.
I’m here to live,
To love,
To keep on living and to hug.
Though I’m just a lowly scrub,
I’ve been given the luck of existence,
And man, that shit is like a drug.
A good drug,
And man,
Man I’m high as fuck.

I’m so Spayshul oooo child.

I don’t care about much anymore.
I think back to when I did,
When I thought things made sense,
When I thought I had things figured out.

Looking back now,
I realize I never new shit.
I never had anything figured out,
Never knew what I really wanted to do.
I was always living for the day.

Looking back to then,
And thinking about now,
The only thing changed
Is knowing what I want to do,
I still live for the day,
Still do whatever I want.

I made it here,
I survived this long,
I realize I have no control over anything,
So…
I’m just going to live,
And keep making myself happy.

I’m a selfish dick.
But I’m pretty nice,
And happy.

Between My Ears

A lot of people think I make up how bad my memory is. Like it’s something I can control, and if I really wanted to remember something I just would. Well, as it may be news to you, I have no control over it. Sure, I could probably work out ways to better remember certain things as they’re happening, but as it happens, I think about a lot of things all the time, and I believe that greatly affects my grasp on current situations as they’re happening.

I am constantly twisting words in my head, because I think compounded words are extremely funny. And I tend to do this in every situation, which affects my ability to focus on the subject at hand. I don’t know if it’s ADD, or I don’t know if it’s just the fact that every situation I come across really just isn’t that interesting, and I like to put my own twist on things. I like to think of myself as a wordsmith. Not your typical wordsmith however. A wordsmith to me, is the product of words being used by a vocabular blacksmith, twisting words into his own creation, defining them as he sees fit. The combinations are usually those of which make sense, take for example, a Jesusaurus. Though it’s not a real world, when said, everybody pictures Jesus as a dinosaur. When used in conversations converging on evolution and religion, people tend to find this visual mentally pleasing. And it causes me great joy to see the smiles on the faces of those partaking in conversations with me. Whether they be the religious, or the evolutionist, both find the visual mentally stimulating. Picture your own Jesusaurus. Does he have the hippy Jesus-hair, necked with the Brontosaurus neck (apparently not real either)? Or does he have a Jesus face, with a T-Rex body, and the quintessential tiny T-Rex arms? Who runs around eating those who choose to evolve.

I blame my imagination for my terrible memory. I think that if my imagination was less at work all of the time, I’d be able to focus on the conversations I’m engaged in. But sometimes people say the craziest things, and that will trigger this sideshow of imaginary situations in my head, and I’ll be forced to recognize the hilarity in the events happening in my there.

It brings a new meaning to the saying “In one ear and out the other.” It will enter one ear, and it will cause this cataclysmic explosion of ideas between ears, and the original thought will exit the other ear, but the catalystic idea that entered in the first place will have triggered so many possible stories to be twisted and imagined that I won’t even be able to remember the catalyst that started the whole imaginary novel.

I’m doomed.

It’s Always Watching

Whilst walking into the sun,
I freed myself from burning clothes.

I looked back to earth,
And felt sorry for those still trapped,
Trapped on that dramatic planet,
Trapped on a planet of mostly water
Where alcohol is the only thing consumed,
And the water is strictly for polluting.

Upon entering the sun,
I felt my body turn to ash,
But my conscious remained,
My conscious and an immense power.

A power untamed,
nonetheless,
A power attained.

I focus my newfound power toward earth,
And find myself wishing I didn’t know it so well,
For maybe then,
I wouldn’t send it all to Hell.

Either way,
It never really had a chance.
The time was always counting down,
Long before we were ever aware.

I think I’ll boil the oceans,
Watch the final act,
And pretend we were never there.

Survive

Take problems head on,
head up,
Don’t look down.

Fight life’s downs,
With upside frowns.

Death

It’s kind of like letting go of everything you’ve ever known.
You’ll probably be lying on your back with your face up,
Staring at whatever ceiling you’ve allowed yourself to lie under,
Whether it be the sky, my number one choice,
Or simple white drop-ceiling tiles in a buzzing hospital,
When you take in that final breath,
Take it in with a smile,
Your time here is up,
And when you exhale,
Think of all the good memories you’ve acquired
Because they are now
Your only possessions, the only things that matter.

Now close your eyes,
And see where death takes you.

I rap

You talkin about my hat?
I don’t take this shit off.
It’s stuck to my head like the bitches on the segways,
I’m talkin rich bitches with nothin to suck but head fa days.
The ones with the pony tails and their men on the line,
the same ones from the fairy tales with my dick in their mind.

The Might of Night

I don’t want to get drunk,
I just like to drink.

Waking up in the morning,
Head screaming,
Not a thought to think.

Sleep the pain away,
Just wait,
Sleep the day away.

Say,
tomorrow things will change.

Pretend,
tomorrow isn’t out of range.

Say,
Tonight will be the same.

Paths

Bent up in space time.
No thoughts, no breath.
Still the mind does rhyme.

It slows perception to a null.
It lets you know you’re going.

We’re reaching for nothing in suits.
We pull from reality,
Stand from our booths,
Demand equality;
Rewrite these roots.

Just Powerful

I have to hold it in.

I feel somewhat like a dam,
If it had feelings.

So I’m like a dam,
trusted with power and lives,
with feelings.

The dam lays dormant.

You Are Why

It all erupts,
And you’re just there.

It dawns on you what you are.

You probably won’t live to see another living creature from another world.
Still, the reality that you made it into existence is incomprehensible.

So you let your thoughts trail for the sake of staying sane.