Duke Nukem

Tired of drama. Sitting in silence when I just want a, Chance to breathe, Like I should be doing. Nicking apples in my garden like Patrick Ewing. Trying to keep it moving, Till I'm centered on my own block... I just want to get away and jot, A story I decide to be the Author... Continue Reading →

Journal entry #1 – Heartbroken

Love. Often think about if love in this day and age is dead. Dead in a family-like sense. Like, Do we just love ourselves, or are we just afraid of loving each other during times so divided? Maybe, it's an unlikely fusion of both... Of course, we must love ourselves no matter what crisis may... Continue Reading →

Crying Soldierz

"Surround yourself with happy people," Is what they all say, Nowadays. But, What am I to do when I see another soul in pain? Eyes wide open, Yet their innerchild's asleep through the rain. How can you say that's your friend, If you've willingly allowed them to drown away? I couldn't live with that, The... Continue Reading →

American Sin

Living for the present, Not a future, Where I don't exist, In the lives of my beloved... Don't want to be anywhere I'm not wanted. Spent too many nights under this roof crying over my faucet. Asking God why he didn't swing by every time I had lost It, As a prophet who was prompted... Continue Reading →

My Paper’z Bulletproof

It's hard to stay bullet proof, Mentally, When ailments and bills pile, As you watch your loved ones, Hungry, Right next to you. Thoughts rise, Am I a man? I ask myself... Because, Generally, We're measured by the glow on our wrist watches and the inches on our crotches. Or, All the Jordan's stockpiling in... Continue Reading →

Rebel Without A Cause

On mornings where my fingers can't paint a picture, I refer to what my dreams and nightmares have to offer. Especially during times where my heart doesn't seem to become any softer... Regardless, I foster my confidence as a prophet in a city where devils run the scene, While rebels act with cameras in hand... Continue Reading →

Praying In The Fires Of Hell

As I pray internally, Reciting words refurbishing a soul lacerated by excursions destroying an entire universe, God is there waiting for my palms to open. From a fist formed by my former disdain for atonement. To receive blessings he has continuously shown in, The visions I rid in each cup of alcohol poured with my... Continue Reading →

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