Thoughts and Writings

Walk across and between 
the roads that fade the distant grey
that portray and heresay
the scent clenched breeze
of tampered bone and teeth,
dismayed temperance mends
a mind glorified in recollection
calloused by the past
or passed novelistic trends,
a sheild held up by screw
blocking candle lit notion,
we read from the veins
the colors that flow
from the eyes we never see,
the heel clicking cleanse
from the half empty boot
weakens at the dispense
of an avid dreamer,
or the silver showers
that touch the skin
to the stars of tomorrow,
the rhetoric sarcasm
that blends the ears
to the shadowed seams
of the singing minds echo,
but what you want to say
isnt touched by the spirit of words

Song-less

Hidden sheets
aspire in note,
tongues twist together
on a slanted beat,
the ambiance of
tune-less perfection
harmonized to the sync
of a lousy ear,
palms leak in weary runs,
sharp eyed strung,
a chord voiced
on a faded line
heard in times trough,
etching the back track,
a window shined,
these prints of
memorys avid condense,
rested bewteen
the fret of a clouded cue,
stories tremble in tone
ascending in whisper,
resounding in
an echos silence, 
the lips licked in vibrato,
the never ending legato
connected to the warmth
of that keyed flat smile,
the pulsing heart
out-reaching to the tips,
of that catchy finger-strum..

So is anyone else pissed that Carly didnt win xfactor?

Its been a while

It’s vision draped in glare
enshrouded and remissed,  
or a blurred collection unsolved,
in time, placed between each mark,
a table timed on crooked legs,
mute stares regress
unhinged, unsound
specious in context
invalid in perfection’s entirety,
filmed windows revolve
on serpentine frames hindered,
the reticent howls of retaliation
from within the white walls
crossed in blank corners
signed on fingers point,
shook toward and etched in absence
the shuttered collapse in flow,
a poised entrapment tethered
broken down and sinuous
riveting forth in mislead,
the intrinsic embodiment expose,
decant down the pulsation of an arm
foreign from the crevice of a hand,
a stillness heard,
an echo dropped,
the tonic breath
sighed over each enclosure.

Finding Your Feet

These shrunken strides
and gaps of another heel,
a sign at the crossing hands
misdirection in hind memory
wrapping the chords
that tie these times
awaited in longing
spoken in slow motion
ripping ears in silence,
incised and engraved
soil takes the shape
of movement, progress
perhaps a backtrack
played in reverse from
the end of the beginning,
or the echo of the heart
playing forward
with each beat,
signaling distance
a mere million miles
dormant sighs pave
the rhythmic background
against the gripping strength
of a soulful shoe worn in
on a sleeve torn from within,
eyes that press the path
endearing the whisper
of each outlined footprint,
with each step,
we begin.

I am what I am
Who am I?
I don’t know what that means

My mind transient on sight,
knocking on my open door
these tempest nights hum,
vibrate the core of my fingers
the sensible fibers of my words
remain tapered, sealed
behind the confine of my eyelids,
the thick wall of waves
breaking shore, breaking
line, out of lined paper rise,
the red velvet whisper
rhythmic moving, lusting
to be spilled in truth, in tune
image to a thought
my lungs burn in metaphor
or sarcastic sinking
below a beat-less ocean,
the single step tap
or ink plotted foot-note
my ears listen all to well
the minds trudge to core,
an image prompt in written
felt in the shot glass of reality
this dream will only fade in time,
into the lines of a poem,
between the cracks
of my bedpost,
never to be read.

Things That Piss Me Off. Vol. 1

People who won’t tell you their age.

People who think god is more than just a fairy tale.

People who fight over religion.

Seriously, what does the pope fucking do?

Why do we still think war is the solution.

When slutty girls post slutty quotes, then 5 min later
complain how guys only want sex, and they deserve better.

The fact we have to pay for food.

People who think they’re better than anyone else.

When you’re in the middle of a conversation online or in a text,
and the other person randomly stops answering.

People who take “jobs” to serious.

People who refuse to try everything once.

People who try to tell other people how to live their lives.

When girls play hard to get, even when you already know
they want it, stop wasting time.

People who take forever to get ready.

When a girl gets in between two friends.

People who think they know everything.

When a black kid wants to fight a white kid for saying “nigga”,
no the white kid ins’t racist, you fucking are.

People who are to much about looks.

People who use the wrong form of (there, they’re, their).

Critics are pointless.

When people make stuff up in front of you,
when you were there and witnessed what really happened.

People who cheat on their boyfriend/girlfriend.

People who try and cover up when they cheat/
people who cover for them.

People who don’t believe in aliens.

When people don’t pay you back.

People who make jokes about 9-11.

I hate the idea of government.

The fact that we go to other countries
and kill people because they don’t live the way we want them to.

Giving the guy we know is guilty a lawyer,
so maybe he can walk free..

Some featured pieces on tumblr are obviously because of “favorites”.

People with no sense of humor.

Guys that hit girls/ have hit a girl.

How sports players get paid more money
than people who do things that actually have meaning..

People who make fun of people because of their name,
they didn’t pick it, dumb ass.

People who complain about being lonely.

People who say they’re gonna do something, then don’t.

There’s no such thing as addiction.

People who “can’t” quit smoking.

Relationships over the internet.

People who try and get smart with you when they’re wrong.

People who say dumb shit, and are serious about it.

People who think you’re less of a person
because you could care less about politics.

People who are racist.

Facebook..

“2 Exclusive To Be Rare”

Like steak likes steak
I’m exclusive and rare
a tribute to beef
beef
you were always there.
We rock this house party
Amanco does karate
I do ju jitsu
(grass is a shit food)
Maybe you don’t know
Maybe you’re a cow
Little Wayne is a sheep
Maybe I’m an Owl.
Circumcision rhythms
drugs, drugs and prisms.
I can kill a wasp
The owl, a fool with wisdom.
You want a rap battle?
Sorry,
I don’t rap cattle.
Try Nicki Minaj
She still shakes a babies rattle.

See spot run like a goliath
oh nah amanco on that trite shit
that rhyme spit, I run clips
I shine steel and I weave caps
not baseball, not red halls
no left hooks, hard cover books
sippin on that crystal
I don’t speak of no bristol
or brisk though, Iced tea yo
my last dog won the dog show
I storm the gates like Achilles
I fly for free on frisbees
or ships b, I’m bein discrete
my tongue is tied like wrigleys
My diet consists of sodium
cause I’m that damn in power
but I got the water
and you need the shower
I come through with the heater
and you better not scower
cause if you do I’ll feel bad
and maybe bring you some flowers
or just allow you to shower..

They call me Colonel Sanders
They call me Ned Flanders
They call me out of touch.
I smoke blunts with baby pandas.
I belong in a zoo
ah… ah… ahcoo!
sorry I just sneezed
Thank God I didn’t spew.
I can rhyme duck tales
You know what/ fuck whales
I’m a man at the station
compilation good luck fails.
2 exclusive to be rare
I’m elusive like the air
full of good advice don’t
be abusive to a bear.
I was born to be the greatest
I smoke weed rap like Das Racist
Freestyle the Fernhill massif
Dogs to donuts I’m the latest.

My verse’s lift like bourbon
what you know about the plot though
that road show, that rap duo
I cuddle softer than fluffy poodle
vandalizing cars like I won a trust bond
sofa scuba dive like I’m buried
in a pond, with frogs, and tongs
I tussle with the law
cause I don’t give a (woot)
run from scary minsters
when they play the (flute)
Ha just playin, I aint scared of nothin
im frontin, that G code
my life is nothin but a cheat code
I won that, my cars a wrap
hooked on Bugatti
cause I wear the strap
take a ride in the passenger seat
flip the beat, turn these streets
arm the seat, disarm your cheek
Pop more cherries on a cola
and I aint talkin bout that soda
fizzie bubble to the mix
comin exclusive straight to Tumblr.


(First collab by the greatest rap duo in tumblr history..
theplotneedsmorebourbon in normal/ amanco in italics)

There’s no room for error
an expanding heart knows
anchored in a lonely sea,
we flourish on held hands
written in palm and told,
spread skies tell of infinite,
eyes hold gateways to love

breathed in and out,
hushing paper
scribbles of lip
in motion tips

curving the canvas of an
everlasting moon, shaped
to match our hollow hearts
engraved in restless nights,
in arms locked between
wording and white space,
empty space held dear
open in leered fiction

opposed from tearing
lesions in font
tap-less
a loss of gravity
a loss for words
a dream
a reality
drowned in smile
taken in arms

hold tight against your chest,
the beating waves pulsate
felt under the ocean breeze,
the rivers wind, the flowing
of veins pierced to show
soundless movement, dive
into endless eyes, swim
in the rhythm of my heart
lay with me in embrace,
stories carry in the night

listen,
and we can just sleep for days.

A trudge
through verve
lied on life,
asphalt spit
chalk dust inhale
inscribed on lung,
debilitated in
and on measure
wind-broken
fleeced to collar,
body bared
soul snared
ensnared
a snarl
deep huff,
relapsed
in release
shattered eyes
glass in path
sharp to bone,
suture to and
on heart
tonic to pour
lift to scale
grasp to fall,
bit nailed
and claw
scratched stars
as scars imprint,
sealed wounds
parted and
directed
to lead in march,
skies endless
in implication.