"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
My pen,Surrounded by an array of instruments,Is instrumental to my survival.It's a different kind of music,For ears of a broken soul losing,It's touch with reality through bridal concessions.Broken by an ebb and flow dissipating smoke covering their hidden potential,Through words I sing from the cries of my retinas.Converting darkness into light I've needed to drive... Continue Reading →
An observor is all you can be when you're a drifter without a home to lay His head in.Human interaction is what I've dreaded,For as long as I can remember while heading towards heaven,I find in a pen,And,Paper littered with my thoughts,Dreams,Knowing I will never receive a citation for it.I'm quite proud to have hoarded,Journal... Continue Reading →
So much talk about a sweep,But,Not the kind you'd expect as reality gets swept under the rug.Mad is sin,Running rampant in the hearts of those who mob before accounting for actions buried under dust,Swiped away when it's too late in the spur of the moment.But,Maybe,The hard road is necessary for some.Because,No matter how often you... Continue Reading →
Rowing past the Eiffel Tower is what I did every morning for the last nine years of my life.King of like my own version of Dante's Inferno while I sit back witnessing evil my eyes,Didn't want to believe as I dreamed of a different life.Where I wasn't floating in circles,Down a rabbit hole full of... Continue Reading →
Aroused by the thought of a touch I haven't felt in so long."I hate you!""I don't want you!"I need you…""I love you…"Oh,How I miss it all.The back and forth coercing that heated moment to combust.Bodies rubbing up against each other until smoke was in the air.Letting our blunt burn out before that love we felt... Continue Reading →
I'm not a cow,Not once have I moo'd.Yet,You continue to label me what I am not,And,Wonder why I'm never in the mood.But,It's what you've named me,What other choice do I have,Other than to answer to it?You give me milk balls,Either way,So,I can't be mad at you!This,Game we play?Well,It was fun at first until I ran... Continue Reading →
You can push me,Kick me,Stab me,Shoot me,But,I'll still stand up as long as I have an ounce of breath left.You may hate me,But,I love you either way as I keep my distance from your detestation for my existence.I refuse to be rattled by your desire to see my life buried by the debris from your... Continue Reading →
Whether or not I die sooner than realized,I want you to smile,Still,And frolic all over town like a Bee buzzing from one pollinated sunflower to the next.Allowing seeds of cheer and satisfaction to grow amongst a field of misers and beasts who feed on melancholic flesh… There is no need for a stream of tears... Continue Reading →
My vitality lies within a poem ripped out from the ruins of a heart I don't often visit,As blood glistens on a palette I tap on visciously with an eisel out of madness.My lifeforce,A blessing,A gift I've adorned as a shield within war,I've never signed up for as I course through it with class… What... Continue Reading →
Authenticity in a city all about Broadway?As rare as love for a man deleted from a world grown wicked.As rare as a hug for a man of action rather than an act unsuitable for his true character.As rare as forgiveness from any!For a man who seeks repentance others fear to undergo.But,Why?A question I quit asking... Continue Reading →
