Insight,

You want the truth about Who I am, Fine I’m Savage I don’t hold Nothing Back, I keep My Circles small so Small You’d barely See,

Because that’s who I am, I’m here and there I’m  laughing and Joking Then I’m out, Why Stick around For air as Air ain’t enough to keep a guy like me around,

No one said no one believed That one Day out of decades I’d finally become “Me”,  When I came they Question my ability They Question who I was and what I stood for,

Keep Questioning because Questions without answers is a mind blown affair, Mistreated like dipping Acid on skin which burns flesh seeps mucus that exposes raw flesh,

Like I Said I don’t Give a fuck I’ve all ready hit rock bottom before as actions drum me with Heat of problems, Not looking to go back down the ladder that’s why I’m constantly active,

When I am not I can be chilled tho my mind never shuts off I have to keep writing I have to finish the next chapter as feelings are closed off,

So I put pen to paper to express what I’m actually feeling as I find something being said by mouth doesn’t give it justification as how words hit each note of your minds wisdom,

I gotta keep coming in and out of this sync because my write flow can change at a minutes notice, Guess I’m some what of a story teller as my addicted audience love bait dangled from ink,

Insight,

You want the truth about Who I am, Fine I’m Savage I don’t hold Nothing Back, I keep My Circles small so Small You’d barely See,

Because that’s who I am, I’m here and there I’m  laughing and Joking Then I’m out, Why Stick around For air as Air ain’t enough to keep a guy like me around,

No one said no one believed That one Day out of decades I’d finally become “Me”,  When I came they Question my ability They Question who I was and what I stood for,

Keep Questioning because Questions without answers is a mind blown affair, Mistreated like dipping Acid on skin which burns flesh seeps mucus that exposes raw flesh,

Like I Said I don’t Give a fuck I’ve all ready hit rock bottom before as actions drum me with Heat of problems, Not looking to go back down the ladder that’s why I’m constantly active,

When I am not I can be chilled tho my mind never shuts off I have to keep writing I have to finish the next chapter as feelings are closed off,

So I put pen to paper to express what I’m actually feeling as I find something being said by mouth doesn’t give it justification as how words hit each note of your minds wisdom,

I gotta keep coming in and out of this sync because my write flow can change at a minutes notice, Guess I’m some what of a story teller as my addicted audience love bait dangled from ink,

let that Soak In

Who needs New Year’s Revolution they never stay around because it’s not something you really want it’s more of a task we make for our selfs every year to show people were willing to change for a better You. When really we need to make it our goal as sometimes We can miss the main point to change its something that needs to happen for yourself because change can only happen if You Value YourSelf.

Temptation

What if,

A Thorn ledged

between Our brain cells,

That Thorn which is temptation

Cant touch it nor Fuck it,

But its there from day till Night,

A constant Thought what if,

What if I held out my Hand,

Only for a Moment,

Just to take a Taste,

Or even Just a whiff,

That Virus Which Eats,

You Alive Is Temptation,

Only if you give in,

If You Initiate The Game,

It will fuck you on every Angle,

Do We Only Want It Cause Its

Out Of Our Reach,

As Temptation Slips and Slides,

Between Brain Blood Vissels,

You Would Rather Your

Mouth Slides Between

Thighs, Hands Glide,

Where Ever You Like,

The Thought Still

Remains,

It Is

What if,

Ice Cold Lifes

Ice cold Lifes

Frost bites cold nights,

Scared days Lonely nights,

Ice cold Lifes

No shelter No money,

No shoes Nor Family,

Ice cold Lifes

Food in shop windows,

So close but out of reach,

Ice cold Lifes

hungry dysfunctional,

They are ignored its cruel,

Ice cold Lifes

Looked down on,

Outcast of the System,

You may not get

what you want

this Christmas

Help those

who get

nothing

for xmas

By a

W

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m

S

m

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l

e

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d, A Warm meal just acknowledge them cause there still people,

Behind The Glass

Each breath of Hearts beat,

Pulse pumping that exquisite venom,

paralyzed through back to spine,

Only thing moving is my fingers and eyes,

Trying to draw attention to the crowd of people,

Being amongst this long less crowd not easy to please,

With the words we speak of from our creativeness some form of art,

Still learning this trade mixing words up even if its for better or worse,

I goes through days where my work is endless my hands grow numb and dry,

As the venom sits inside my veins aching my wrists but I will not give up I continue to write,

Days pass by Years come by as I sit and look out of my window I see life pass me by,

Able to walk-Able to leave but I still sit and dream dream of the things I could of been doing,

If I wasn’t sitting here wishing of the things I could have accomplished wasted years I cannot return,

Missed out on most of my Youth because of the lack of confidence I thought I needed Next year will be different,

We all face being scared once or more in our life time but you have to over come then fear will be no more,

Next year I won’t sit behind my window I’ll be the one outside of my window,

I promise Myself this,

Behind The Glass

Each breath of Hearts beat,

Pulse pumping that exquisite venom,

paralyzed through back to spine,

Only thing moving is my fingers and eyes,

Trying to draw attention to the crowd of people,

Being amongst this long less crowd not easy to please,

With the words we speak of from our creativeness some form of art,

Still learning this trade mixing words up even if its for better or worse,

I goes through days where my work is endless my hands grow numb and dry,

As the venom sits inside my veins aching my wrists but I will not give up I continue to write,

Days pass by Years come by as I sit and look out of my window I see life pass me by,

Able to walk-Able to leave but I still sit and dream dream of the things I could of been doing,

If I wasn’t sitting here wishing of the things I could have accomplished wasted years I cannot return,

Missed out on most of my Youth because of the lack of confidence I thought I needed Next year will be different,

We all face being scared once or more in our life time but you have to over come then fear will be no more,

Next year I won’t sit behind my window I’ll be the one outside of my window,

I promise Myself this,

I Sense It

Those lights you seek that presence feels deep.

Which has been following you around since birth,

Moves through the shadows as it curves time,

Jumps from different dimension as it wishes,

Makes you shiver while It’s around you,

pulls your hair from out of your roots,

Thread by Thread Piece by Piece Delicately,

Hides your keys plays with your mind,

Makes you feel down and depressed,

Watches you sleeping from the corners,

Of its eyes knows no bounds nor limits,

As it breath’s you can feel that ice cold breeze,

And know you recognize it’s not of this earth,

Just praying on the weak while it feeds it keeps,

On chipping at your mind body and spirit if you allow it,

That one and only Demon the Hat man blinded by Shadows,

Approaches you when you feel at your worst most times when your young and innocent,

No one else around you will witness the first time you made eye contact with that unknown Demon,

Family and others will call you out maybe you was tired not thinking straight,

I knew what I saw with my small eye sockets it was A shape of a man,

Some form of an odd print of a Shadow very shifty,

Fedora hat trench coat

As he pointed,

At me,

Hope

When its a challenge to get your own family to read what you’ve wrote,

What hope is there from Outsiders Taking the time out to read what you’ve Wrote,

Wait let me repeat that the Hope is more stronger from an outsider taking there time out to read what I’ve wrote Thank you,