"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
An oddball,Thrown against a wall often.Forced to feel the cracks,Until my skin was pried open.But,Every scar you see is a painting made by God,For you to witness and be inspired,By pain we all suffer regardless if we desire to,Or not… I'm okay with that,I accept it.As you should as well,Instead of,Leaning over wishing wells,Throwing pennies... Continue Reading →
Hopping from one open mic to the next as the holidays arrive,You'll meet so many others looking for the same high.Not from a drug.Not from a drink nor attention from anyone!But,A dream.A dream we imagine from the second we open our eyes,To and throughout every hour we're asleep…The kind of high most are too afraid... Continue Reading →
Havana nights,On my mind,Like,Never before.But,I'm at a mic,With a line,Multiplied!So,That I can weather any storm.And…Reign over the eye,Keeping watch of my every move,Looking for the right opportunity to strike!Until I'm consumed by its inevitable pour… Blessed am I,To have cleared a sky,Pervaded by,Scrutinizing clouds blocking my view from a horizon,Revealing such tantalizing beauty,Anyone would fall... Continue Reading →
Demons in my mind have spoken to me quite often.I try my best not to listen.At times,I give in,But,I try my best to recind each deal I make with the Devil at rest in between each line I write to repel his existence,Away from a heaven I've been dutifully constructing.But,I can't lie.Nowadays,I feel weakened by... Continue Reading →
Transparent views transformed me more than my parents ever could.Being able to see through their lies was more helpful than,Trusting a set of skulls thicker than,The darkness they've set around my atmosphere everywhere I'd go.A truth unsettling for some,But,For me?A relief.Because,Blood,Has nothing to do with who you have the pleasure to call,Family.See,Family is a special... Continue Reading →
What are we here to pursue?Is it a job where we dress in a suit,And a tie while we lie to ourselves and choose,Money over a dream we give an excuse,To put to the side for a bill,Painted with more falsehoods than truth? Obvious,Isn't it?What do you think of more often than dollars printed in,Infrared... Continue Reading →
Family.What is it good for and why are we stuck with individuals we may never get along with?I don't know about you,But,Being related to a crack-head is not a fun fact you claim without tasting a bit of vomit.Never is it any fun to be forced to stay awake because of their constant nonsense.You know,Getting... Continue Reading →
Art is usually made through darkness within.Motions where incisions are made,Into visions replayed,Through your pupils from intuitions relayed,From your spirit to your mind.Projected onto a canvas of your choosing,Every time your eyes open to sunshine…
Smoke consumes his entire image.Nothing to see,But,What others place on a canvas I'm flicking,Paint behind what they believe to be the back of a life going backwards by the minute!No sweat… When it all fades as I turn around,The truth will be endowed and expose every lie left behind a pen,I kept busy swaying back... Continue Reading →
Sometimes,All I can do is sit down and stare into space with a face more blank than a canvas painters are afraid to touch.Feel pinned against a wall with a dagger as big as my list of mistakes throughout the last three years of my pathetic existence.Seemingly possessed by a vengeful spirit too exhausted to... Continue Reading →
