Overthott

Final Indecision

Tue, 09 Aug 2011 11:58:55 -0400

Maybe I did or maybe I didn’t
I never made it clear, apparently I’m a fan of indecision.
On my eyes are blinders so I can’t see your face
Thoughts in my mind could fill binders but I keep them closed to save face.
Limitations, inadequacies and circumstance
Mulling it all over while sitting on the fence.
Eenie mine mo’ing, flipping coins and picking flower pedals.
Thoughts overflowing as I’m already sewing the ribbon for a runner-up medal.
I’m dressing as a question mark for Halloween.
Hard pressing like a seasoned loan shark then right back to thinking like I’m fifteen.
Graveyard of good intentions an extension of my contentions.
Avant garde getting a creative intervention.
Make up your mind, troubleshoot with blush
Put yourself out there then do your best to keep it on the hush.
I don’t know, I’m not sure, hmm ahh’s and maybe laters’
I didn’t show, I read the brochure and what I saw made me a traitor.
I’m making a revision, I think I found the cure
I’m overcommitting to indecision for the long run, but I’m really not sure.

Fingerprint Smudges & Bombshell Crushes

Mon, 20 Jun 2011 23:49:00 -0400

Letter for letter, word for word
clever to severed, heard to absurd.
Noun to noun, verb to verb.
Clown to profound, hit the curb or hit the herb only concern is how to earn.
Self respect and introspect, dreaming of scheming until I slept.
Awoke with a gasp nightmares of where I was considered last in every task.
Hold those stones you cast because shit rolls downhill real fast.
Cold sweats, fan-blowing listening to the knowing by Abel Xo’n
Droppin’ poems in a modern day fable with the lamp vibratin’ off the side table.
That’s the thanks I get, one shot of whatever’s left and not replying to your one-word text.
For what you sent me I resent thee.
Forget about it all now, Men in Black flashing white lights loose your life.
Forget lost, never found.
I came up for breath, did a double check and realized I drowned.
Horn melodies and tight snares. Neglected jealously and harsh stares.
This heaven is hell you see? Ambition disguised as fear that’s why I despise you dear.
My battery died was a cowardly lie so I cleverly try to not sever the ties and keep em’ tight.
Bunny hopping pot holes on a mountain bike, slight metaphor for life.
If you never learn how, you’ll hit more than most and might end up on the ground.
Dust your self off, straighten the chain.
Oil on your hands commit a crime they’ll know who to blame.
Fingerprint smudges and bombshell crushes.
Your goals go slow whilst my dogsled mushes.
Cracking the whip and after six open bar I sip.
C on my hat for contemplating the conceited feeling contrived while trying to concentrate.
I’m trying to congregate while you complicate so I over compensate
Ah well, too late. Here comes the wedding cake.

Nomad with a Notepad

Mon, 20 Jun 2011 23:45:00 -0400

I’ve only tried once, but I’ve lost twice.
I’ll indeed follow your lead but refuse to take your advice.
That’s the thanks I get for loving you.
Wish I saw the bigger picture like an overview, or better yet a manual of how to get over you.
I can tell it’s over in her tone even before I was all-alone.
She doesn’t want a man she wants to fuck without feelin’ like a slut.
Making a perfect mistake at a pull door pressin’ my luck.
Uh oh, here we go again. In love with another girl just tryin’ to be my friend.
I’ll steer clear of your crocodile tears, doing something for nothing like a volunteer.
I showed up late to the premier of why I needed you here and what I accounted for is now in arrears.
I tried my hand but never defined the brand.
Now I work for a new company called hurt as she floats by in that same skirt.
She switches us up every season as part of her treason
I got the one feelin’ numb on a rooftop freezing.
End it or mend it when it comes to our friendship.
You were the shameless damsel with it all handled.
I took a gamble, you tried to scramble and now I’ve been tagged by the vandal.
May seem brutal but for her it’s just the usual.
She sucks it up, sucks it in and covers up in the mirror with a grin.
It’s arrogant for me to disparage the thoughts of a love lost.
It’s an insomniac act with a reasonable cause.
Moment-to-moment feelings I track until the very last straw.
I’m over closure and was never completely sure of your allure.
The evangelist of randomness with a band of false prophets making profit.
It’s just a unexpected lesson for an impressionable adolescent.
Nomad with a notepad.
Call a cab to our collab if you’re feeling bad.
She has to take control of her own soul.
She’s back at it like an addict shootin’ up in the attic.
I’d explain how vain but I’ve said enough.
Torch a view of what was old for that feeling you can rise above.
Let the good time roll. You only get one time around; at least that’s how the story goes.
As far as that, I’m feeling unsecure.
Never was considered “in” but I’m over it I think I found the cure.

Half Past June

Mon, 20 Jun 2011 23:39:00 -0400

I’m brushing shoulders with the newest of world orders.
I’m taking orders we can’t fulfill to remain real.
Feelin’ different. Wrote you a long message but never sent it.
I remain what I claim grasping at change trying to stay sane but never the same.
No one to blame but my unprogressive brain.
Old Same, Same Old
Stay Gold, Paid extra for what was considered sold.
I practiced abstinence for a bit but was just fucking myself.
Lately I’ve been reaching out and blowing dust off the shelf.
“How are yous” and “we haven’t spoke in a whiles”
There was a reason for that I reviled with a smile, command+n to create a new file.
I told you I’d be there soon, half past June. I said I’d meet you there if I still care.
Doing a good job to scattered applause.
I paid to get in to see you but couldn’t afford the cost.
Either way I got in disguised as a friend and it’s you I still highly recommend.
Looked around the room to find out I was alone.
She took my heart out like a loan
It’s growing back but it’s black as coal from her tarnished goals.
Harsher things rarely told but I’m reaching out via mobile phone on my way home.
I’m looking through the hole of a rolled up scroll with a story untold
I need to unravel, writing thoughts as I travel.

The Moments The Moment

Mon, 06 Jun 2011 22:18:05 -0400

Slapped on this wrist of mine, living on borrowed time.
No love lost but it’d be a great find.
Control what holds the thoughts in my mind.
It’s in a box, a hole, a jam a really tight bind.
Doing right half past midnight although it should have been a crime.
Summer breeze in the winds distance is a peaceful chime.
Rooms Smokey, so please bear in mind what you believed I had in mind.
Nothing comes to.. It must of slipped mine when I was trying to find some peace of..
Nothing compares to you, wearing all black with white gloves
Tieing an imaginary rope around you and now you’re mime.
Forlorn hope as a cope mechanism, feeling unaligned.
Slippery slope in a barrel, Mystery remotes and you hate the channel.
Saw it coming, Politician looking for a good time, balloon popped with a scandal.
Just trying to unwind, on a beach with sandals.
Different from the usual bind of picking up more than I can handle.
This is a period piece like messing up your sheets in the suite.
The Moments the Moment so everything else takes the back seat.
What a way to end it, I repeat the Moments the Moment and don’t forget it.

Rooftop Thoughts

Fri, 03 Jun 2011 20:26:00 -0400

Up north trip was a trip
Keg stands, hillbilly games and right ankle pain.
Inflamed black and blue, I didn’t and still don’t know what to say to you so please stay tuned.
That’s god’s honest truth and now I’m on a roof click clacking on my phone like I usually do.
Feeling a beautiful way on the last day of May.
Washed out bricks and tight lips, you never seem to go deeper.
I’m still contemplating if I should keep her.
I can’t change like what’s falling out my pockets on the shingles
All I ever meant to do was mingle and now I’m considered single.
You were a gift and I was Kris Kringle delivering you to an early morning surprise
when I discovered that you chose to lie while looking in my eyes.
Goodbye wasn’t enough, nor was so long or see ya later.
More like string you along with a slow fizzle for the weekly flavor.
Here’s a favor you can savor, a sentiment to keep when you start to feel the heat.
Walking on me with cleats for you to move on was an extraordinary feat.
Featuring she is where I wanted to be until she turned it around like a key.
Release the chain and crack it a bit and soon enough she’ll see as I try and quit.
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have crept behind your back and slept under other roofs,
I might have lost that bet. It’s something I regret;
there goes another promise kept trying to maintain the truth.
Ah, that’s that and that’s this too, imaginary hurt for a bit, then it disappears like a removable tattoo.
One day this’ll all be over, and one day you might decide to call me sober.
Until then I’ll just let it ring, or hit ignore
You didn’t consider that you might have lost your allure and may be considered an everyday whore.
Drinking a jar full of ice, gusts of cool wind it’ll have to suffice
it’s where I’m at not where I’ve been.
You can say that again, heading for the shore in a jet boat without a captain.
Consider it done I say while basking in the sun
Can’t believe the birthday month has already begun.
A year older and there’s plenty more to come.
Experiences, lessons learned and occasional fun.
You don’t know what’s happening but you can guess it’s inappropriate?
Her judgment reflects it but I won’t show her how close she gets.
To the truth or I’d be helping her out with the knot for my noose.
Kick out the chair and I’ll meet you there, in spirit.
Headphones full blast cause I ain’t even tryin’ to hear it.
Chambers full so clear it; I might have let things slip like a little secret
About your whereabouts and where you keep it.
Turn you out like my temporary spouse when I finally came around her house.

Colonel of Kern

Tue, 31 May 2011 09:47:08 -0400

It was never my place to say but by the end of the day
I hope you decide that it’s my place you’d like to stay.
Overnight, as I explain why you’re the one with the invite.
Before we fight about your preemptive strike and prove you’re more bark than bite.
It’s quite right the way you use your spite to reach the trite height of how you see life
despite some of the feelings you may excite it was your script I was planning to rewrite.
That’s just me being polite as I sip this sprite atop a construction site.
She taught me about a slow burn and now it’s your turn.
In my head my only concern is when will she ever learn
Spreading out her gaps like the Colonel of Kern
Kick turns, between two ferns and awaiting your return.
splitting atoms and doing things I can’t fathom in my dreams
throwing tantrums in tandem with no one else but how she seems.
bits and pieces mashed up between what I perceive and what I’ve actually seen.
Extra long showers submerged in water like an aquamarine getting clean
Step out of the steam like a different person dressing down for Halloween.
Peddle bikes, verbal fights and open mic nights.
Motor cars, making up and stage freight.
If it’s not one thing than it’s defiantly the other.
Feeling dehydrated Apu’s serving Squishy’s during an Indian Summer.
Sunshine with high chances of back-sweat.
Fact is it’s unattractive as I’m sure you’ve gathered as of yet.
You can find me spraying my tag for no one else to see.
Black finger tips in the dark, bike cops can’t patrol on thee.
Short skirts, tight tops and high boots
Spent all night drinking, then ate a full bowl of fruit
Puking up dark red profusely from my head, digestive track reroute.
Much like Abe Lincoln’s did when Booth came to shoot.

Incarceration via Infatuation

Mon, 30 May 2011 23:19:00 -0400

My 50^th chance to get it off my chest
At post 2 I thought I should have just given it a rest.
But I didn’t, I just continued writing what I’m livin’
Batter up in the 9^th inning focused on winning
Could you be my sensibility because I’ve lost mine
Feeling fine with the lost time
Change for the bus lost dimes, blowin’ up tap dancing on a land mine
all in due time I think you’ll find
Scaling the building in my prime so I’ll continuously climb
You opened it up to where you felt most comfortable with
I closed it shut because I forgot how it needed to be dealt with.
Ignored your calls, notifications and all.
Trying to stall as you pray on my downfall.
Interrogation with me as the suspect is the impression I get from your text.
Incarceration via infatuation from the very first mention of sex.
Nevertheless, lest I regress.
Locked down on locked screens conserving battery
Asshole thing to say is sometimes is full blown flattery
Crouching writer with broken wheels on a wagon
Late nights what pleases me is running on trees like crouching tiger hidden dragon.
How did we end up here?
Put the beginning behind us so we can steer clear of the feelings of fear when she’s near.
“There there, it’ll all be fine”
Cut it off now, delete the number and in due time.
You’ll bounce back stronger than ever
with more on the top then you ever thought she severed off
Clicking on ex’s, it’s the Big-Log off.
I’m never just saying things just to say them.
True feelings and motives through rhythm I’m thankful if you’ve read em’
Beautiful bliss on a laundry list
I need to pick-up drop-off and learn how not to reminisce non-stop.
Before it’s all said and done you need to know were done.
Fun is fun but I got lost, it was a vacation until I knew the true cost.
Bermuda triangles rival and I’m holding you liable.
It was undeniable how viable it was as I try not to scoff
Now the shoes on the other foot and I’m dancing my ass off.
Clean as a whistle, sharp as a thistle
behind the iron curtain moving a mountain for a dug up crystal.
Hide my face, close my eyes and listen to the sound
It was all a dream until it all fell down.
all my days in a haze all I want is you until you stay.
Ah well, forever alone.
Like a dog with a bone getting something on my own.

Villians' Cape

Tue, 24 May 2011 19:37:00 -0400

Free vodka night, heavy plight, Growers wine, big cup, empty in due time.
Kid brother, a year older at the brgr bar getting the cold shoulder for acting hard.
Shallowest groove loosing my cool, overcoat check in retrospect feeling like a dick.
The asshole without $3.50 to save himself from getting jacked like the week before
Got it all back, headphones shaking me to my core
At this very moment, “Bitch I’m 21” and you don’t know it.
Now and then, again and again as I vent.
Can’t remember yesterday clearly so I have to check my sent.
Where was my mind at, with all the type of things I said?
Knocked it out the park when I’m invited over to get fed.
Full stomachs, wide eyes, surprises and broken ties.
Been here for a moment but I watch the clock while I wait
Moment of truth in a blender with a moment of fate
Relating to the unrepeatable from a vacant view
Don’t trust the fakin’ crews no matter what they say to you
I’m a little more secure about my insecurities.
Tired of aimless drifting, In the fall wind gust with the leaves
Please spare me the responsibility of holding onto your spare keys
Yeah, I guess I trust you back but never thought it’d be like that.
I won’t be over later; I got tied up at work
Quick lies like a party favor and now I’m the Captain Kirk of Hurt.
Choppy with the speech but undeniably me.
Savor my last visit as I contemplate.
You should have never played the victim and that was your mistake.
How were you to know to my neck tied there’s a villain’s cape?
I always did my best for you, well I guess just barely
Hard to be held to that when you never treated me fairly so it scared me.
Picking up a red on the way so I walk
Blocking off half my thoughts like they’re outlined in white chalk
Washed away with the rain
Cooking with it in the end so it’s hardly part of my game.
I established what I claim.

Back Kays & Nollie Tres'

Tue, 24 May 2011 19:33:00 -0400

17 answers to 21 questions
taking in the hard glances all through my sessions
hard not to mention
Friends, enemies and foes
good girls, housewives and hoes
feeling like I’m loosing my train of thought
Or was just late for it, I suppose
I impose on the type of things that you’ve enclosed
It always takes two half’s to make a whole
Winter woes and consoled goals
seasonal relationships, a lesson while the leaves fall
I Didn’t have to go, but I had to send you packing
Constantly on my heels reacting
Wiping away tears with a discarded napkin.
On my grind like back K’s
and I’ll be flipping on these cowards like nollie tres’
but Hey, more than a mouthful to say
some fallin’ out my lips like a lisp
It was the night after last since you came past
Completing my last task as I stare in-between your eyelash.
Scaled it down to the ground but no loves lost
Was at one point considered soft
now I’m a Viking on a horse lopping heads off
Either way I’m getting play and bringing lust to her spot.
In and out around the clock with all I got.
I had something important to say but must of forgot.

5 Block Radius

Mon, 23 May 2011 19:09:20 -0400

I know what I know now because I found out.
On my own investigating the controlled zone and perceived clout.
Your desire wants and needs, respects and forgets.
Nevertheless while I alleviate stress, lest we regress.
Hot off the press in a waiting room typin’ till the test, I’ll be done soon.
Safety’s first and foremost but often takes the backseat
Insecurities & deceit till my defeat in a dark house with cold feet
Feeling beat but won’t walk away without a receipt of promises to keep until I lay.
5-block radius back and fourth, I’m on the way there after stoppin’ of at the store.
A little late in the mornings but I’ll be in in a min
please excuse the sin “It’s just a predicament I’m in” I reply with a grin.
Loop, chop and hearing my soul through certain sample drops.
On my way back home in a certain kind of mood
horns playing my new favorite instrumental tune.
I’m watching Friends with enemies and Public Enemies alone.
Netflix predicting wrong so recommendations are a hard sell.
My weird thought catalogues swell
I can’t pay my rent why would I pay your bail.
Come down with something hard reminiscent of hail before I set sail.
Stay out of the spotlight like Gayle.
I have no clue what I could be saying to you to have you smiling and like that.
Took it as far as we could go, you divide and I’ll subtract.
The quality’s you lack from the way that you’ll react.
Ah well, thoughts clouded, friend or foe.
Rainy lazy Sunday’s vinyl record crackle in the cold
This meant more to me than it ever will to you.
So I’m shadowboxing my morning routine on my way into you.
Flashlight wants with hydro needs, no greed just need
blinders on looking back on all the things I’ve seen.

WeirdStuff.

Mon, 23 May 2011 19:05:00 -0400

You’re ex’s and next’s are calling all day
Mine wait till’ after 12 asking if I have an empty spot beside where I lay
I see right through you like an atrium.
I’d easily trade YouTube views for mountain views from a cruise.
Trying to buy time but it’s sold out.
Trying to take shape but haven’t worked out
It never seems to work out it just lazes in.
When it’s over looking back on when it’ll begin again.
The first girl that became my world left me for another girl.
The first broken heart became the beginning of a fresh start.
Clean slate, unfulfilled fate and empty dinner plates as of late.
Dusted myself of and I’ll try again.
Saying sorry to a friend about the person I’ve been
As I scribble with my pen and lounge back with a lean.
Making non-issues require tissues as I try my best to defuse she misuses.
That’s how the story goes and the river flows you gotta paddle.
Looking for a new horse for my new trip gotta grab a saddle.
When she’s not constantly stressing she’s GPS’n where I’m restin,
Trying to book a session for some late night affection and I’m off that.
She’s taking pics of me as I catch my breath
I’m breaking in my glove on the edge waiting for a shove.
To just dive in and stop hidin’
Perfect date confiding, Rolls Royce at a drive-in got me smiling.
Text message tone light up the room
Ignoring it for now but I promise I’ll check it soon.
Come over later was the request
I cant facilitate her she needs to give it a rest.
Welcome to my diary, split personalities and multiple choices are the real test.
Every now and then I sin with a grin as it’s about to begin.
Can’t predict the type of person she’d bring
that perfect life is definitely not a thing.
Undisputed, unrelated but certainly hated in my own right
Hide your kids, hide your spite I don’t have to be the person you like.
Call me a jerk, Call me a dick, Call me your man as long as you call me.
I’ve never met the person you claim to be
that persons still a mystery to me you see.
Slide to answer if I don’t you probably know where to find me.
I’m a week away from home but a day away from traveling.
You can try to put it off but can’t completely stop it from happening.
My newest long-time friend is telling me I should slow down
You knew me then I know me now before I left that town.
Uncomfortably comfortable wondering what the future holds
We spoke for hours and she never mentioned you
counting chickens before their hatched becoming awfully hard not to do.
Trying to wash you off like a stain or a removable tattoo.
We said fuck romance, changed our stance before the no pants dance
black stallion racing on the back firming up my lance.
As we embark on this fresh start I feel complacent
you have a heart full of spite and hatred so let’s face it.
Long cell phone talks on the hush
sidewalk chalk floating in the air-powdered dust
Dangerously convenient but please wait until you’ve seen it.
City bound, feeling profound while reflecting on the scenic.

Maracas & Daggers

Mon, 23 May 2011 18:57:00 -0400

Crossfire, crosshairs duckin’ and dodgin’
Late nights, club exits and she’s on the other line sobbing
You couldn’t manage to please, you were corn cobbin’
You forced my hand using no hands so I had to leave, apple bobbin’
Living hour-to-hour, eyes on the clock.
Times a one-way trip that’ll never ever stop
Till it gets to where it’s going
Just north of the border where it’s snowing and I’m consistently going.
I haven’t been there yet and probably won’t get a chance
I have a different path of thoughts when the sky turns dark
On the balcony wavin’ and danglin’ babies while misbehavin’
MJ expression, white as a ghost.
Holding my breath to fine out that I may be the newest host
Trouble intercepts until I rest.
Kick my feet up, Lounge back.
Deep breaths calming down before I over react and just snap
Overthinkin’ while I’m overdrinking too many times got to take a nap.
Homerun thoughts without a bat and she’s asking If I think she’s fat.
Aw nah, I am not falling for it.
I just said nothing and move forward as I try to ignore it.
Emotional car wash, standing in the rain
Ruined my New Era to put a cap on the pain.
Cut from the same cloth
Worried about the cost as I accost the past insecurities I’ve lost.
Form over function and I’ve got a hunch
I’m holding the same bat out for a bunt if they try and front.
Side-to-side waving bye as she passes by.
Never had a chance, flying by the seam of my pants;
Wanted to tell my plans but waited until the very last dance.
Samba Ramba, tap and two-step.
Kept the crept clean, slept then awoke to daydream.
Maracas and daggers in a low-lit room;
I’m where I’m at now but I hope to see you soon.
Financially strapped you see? Like a baby seat in a sinking car
You fight the buckle as your voice muffles and you struggle hard.
Never thinking it’d be in the cards
Awfully fucked when I try to press luck with such and such.
Floating up stream with clean scheme
To make my adversaries seem less mean
Instead envious, O.D’n on green for what they’ve seen.
Higher power thinking of vulgar shit until I need a shower
To wash off the coward and the thoughts of you that turned sour
The rebel rouser that lacks power.
No one man should have all those plans
but I still should get a 2^nd chance.
Imperfect rhymes coming from an imperfect mind with a body to match
So If I were you I wouldn’t get attached.
I’d be getting over me like some help from the patch
As I make my way through the escape hatch.
Over thought when I hit the spot no matter what I’ve brought.
I should have fought but instead was taught to give it all I got.
It truly meant a lot until I ended up getting caught.
Constructive criticisms fucking with my chi like you couldn’t believe.
Calculated clichés of what’s consistently played.

River Phoenix

Mon, 23 May 2011 18:54:00 -0400

Practicing abstinence is unfortunately the class I’m in
Not completely sure how I got here
she must be getting better at being a puppeteer.
I’m falling asleep next to my teach feeling out of reach
She’s as pretty as a peach and that’s just a figure of speech, so to speak.
Awfully sweet how she repeats what she wants.
As visions of her and I in the sheets must constantly haunt.
Outfits the opposite of discreet as she leans forward with a look that taunts
Remedy of how I loved thee, wish I could take back those feelings you gave me
Juxtapositions and I’m finding it a bit harder to listen.
But I’ll continue fishin’ and keep Carpe diem in the front of my mind.
Seize the day while it’s light out until I resign.
Or better yet, get better refined all in due time
as I mine and go deeper into my kind of grind as the sun shines.
Gone with the wind, plastic bag from behind in hindsight.
Goodnight as I indite some words I like and try to take flight.
In the Mirror seeing it a bit clearer
as I call you my dear and hold you tight as they drew nearer.
Mood dictated by elevator music, witches riding me, as if I’m a broomstick
She’s got eyes wide shut feeling Kubrick but unfortunately for her this isn’t a flick
I’ll give you something for your mouse to click
Have you chasing what you can’t get, carrot on a stick while talking politics.
Running some game on a dame but can’t seem to recall the name.
Plain same ol’ same ol’ blame game tarnishing my self proclaimed claim to fame.
I’m about to blow and overflow like River Phoenix
You can see it but can’t believe it until you get a chance to deceive it.
Seldom heard but I’ll speak it if you’d take a second to peep it
Best kept secret in a room full of vaults
Saying sorry even if it ain’t my fault.

Breaker Breaker 1/9

Sun, 15 May 2011 20:23:00 -0400

Whist she’s ripping it apart, I’m trying to glue it
calling me everything with an emphasis on stupid.
Feeling a mix of witty and shitty, as I sit and think on getting fit.
Getting thrown in while I’m zonin’
ex girls phonin’ looking for a loan and I can’t hone in on why.
Sitting on my throne as I reply ask that other guy.
Soccer kicks bend considering grown men friends
I know you recognize me but won’t accept my I.D
As you might see, I’m being more than a kid
Being exactly who I am but let it out poppin’ off the lid.
Deep as a birdbath, shifting around our new staff.
Stage one is going on a great run with the fake one
Step up from being alone in a basement.
What’s your name? Where you from? Broke dreams, I’m sellin’ them.
Gotta’ see it to believe it, lost and rarely found
Once I learn to fly I aint’ ever coming down.
I’m nowhere close to perfect and no one on earth’s surface is.
I’m with lady luck not giving a fuck, caught in a daze.
Make up to break up and that’s just how it stays.
You’re away far as I pray sending post cards from the sidelines
take a picture and hold it close if you decide that it’s my time.
Nothing to do with you, It’s me not you.
As if I invented these disposable cues.
I can see it all now, idols and role models crowded around an empty bottle.
The sun doesn’t know it’s a star so I won’t play that card.
I acted hard and took it too far and now you’re scarred.
Say no more, until tomorrow and I’ll fix you with a glass of sorrow for you to borrow.
Starting to look out and go all-out covered in clout dropping riddles from my mouth
She must be the most beautiful girl in the room, judgments seem gloom, consumed by the doom.
No ones here but us so quit the fuss and tell me what the fuck is up.
Act appalled as I pin you against the wall
doing the scantily clad front crawl to let you know that I’m enthralled.
Still nothing changes but the address, cheating on a Scantron test in a bubble vest.
So what’s left? You’re the rest? Feeling blessed with deep breaths through my chest.
Couldn’t have guessed you’d be my guest, thought I over-pressed like a pest
Nevertheless it paid off best when she got undressed and didn’t attest.
I’m due west in a couple hours, screaming goodbye from atop a tower until it’s ours.
Ambitions of a hider, town crier, fender collider sipping on freshly squeezed apple cider.
Breaker Breaker 1/9, I’m on a breakaway to breakfast for the breakup.
You can catch it on the breaking news; I’m prepping for my close-up
Imperial when my beer is cold searching for fools’ gold.
Cheques on hold I’ve been told back from the bank I stroll
take hold of the iron mold or I’ll put you in a sleeper like a wrestling hold.
Can’t stop, can’t hide and can’t complain.
Feeling Citizen Kane, passing blame, on a one way train to some new terrain
Free rein, new food chains and taking the fast lane to a new campaign.

Moral Midgetry

Tue, 10 May 2011 18:59:00 -0400

Walking with my moral up and head down,
Broad shoulders and broken crowns.
Getting over what was formally misunderstood.
She’s ashing cigarette butts in a cup not giving a fuck.
Two sides to every story but your intro really bored me and I’m sorry.
Got a beat thumping in my chest as the truth sets in.
Air rifle imaginary weapon for this session continually reppin’
What I’m destined. Living hour-to-hour having to empower
My inner coward before I get devoured.
I gave you power and I let you hold the weight.
Now I wait and debate my stake, energized jumping in a cold lake.
Or standing beside when your birthday cake arrives
As if giving it another try would even satisfy.
Shouldn’t revisit the was cause at one point it wasn’t.
Squinting while I stare can’t quite see but I’m trying to do something.
Get the fuck up! Is what I say before hit snooze and cruise at my own pace.
Was running all night and now my bones ache.
27 hour days, slightly covered in a haze.
Holding a suitcase like a baton in this relay race, post-haste while I still relate.
Go long! Word to the grapevine it’s about break time, a chance to free my mind in the meantime.
My diet coincides with my bank account riot.
Either all hell breaks loose or it’s laughable.
3 course meals or a lunch-able. Half empty or half full?
Cheese and crackers around these so-called actors.
Whose primary stature is centered on not getting captured.
Random ransom notes in the form of rather handsome quotes.
Redundantly redundant writing thoughts down in abundance.
Hoping she’ll remember who she used to have fun with.
Top list top-shelf, tight belt and loose lips.
Low quality, low expectations sweat pants and apple wine sips.
Wax lace around the wrist if you could imagine it.
Scuffed shoes walking from place to place.
Scruff on my face trying to save face.
Command + s, deep breath, enter file name and enter.
Here, there everywhere but we’ll meet in the center.
Part-time loans and revitalizing our home.
Where & when we can, wherever you’ve been.
Breakouts on the skin from stress seen in the scene.

Overbooked under an overhang

Sun, 24 Apr 2011 22:55:00 -0400

Learned my lessons, earned my blessings and moved on
held my own, changed my home and brought my bong along
for the contrived rides and the PowerPoint slides
Hearing the same beat on loop, blowin’ on a spoon with hot soup.
Born winner, sore loser.
Knight in the daytime, Tom Cruiser.
I cover full pages with my pen
Rip it from my book and fold it hoping the overthinkin’ will end. Fin.
It’s none of my business what you’re doing and I like the feeling.
Not consumed by the thoughts of whom you’re probably seeing.
Exhausted by the accosted.
Looking at myself in the mirror like ‘you’ve really lost it’
Anticipating while I’m waiting and debating the slain
Profiles are profound while personalities lame.
Rep what you claim, get your head the game.
Don’t be just another link in the chain,
Overbooked under an overhang.
Post-it notes depict my workflow, slow days flying by,
Fast times at Playground high just getting by.
Training my eyes to see the dark, a mixture of snark and acting bold
Freezing cold deuce uno years old.
Jeans and crew neck to bed
Forgetting some of the things I’ve said and waiting on left4dead
In a torrent, late nights alone feeling dormant.
Clothing and swag all stuffed in a hockey bag.
Belongings on my back, Dry cleaner dreams with Laundromat budgets feeling trapped.
Upfront feelings with a side of mascara tear smudges.
Takes a lot out of me to not put all of me into you.
Emotionally so, I’m not the forceful type of dude though.
You do you and I’ll sit here and think about it.
I should’ve held on tighter and found out where this fucking jet was routed.
Had to lay over in a place better for you, wishful thinking round 42.
Ripped my own roots from the soil and have to deal with it.
Taking it a bit better than I thought  Meanwhile, thinking non-stop around the clock to a beat that knocks.
I see myself in your updates, won’t reach out cause you’re on to the next mate.
That’s just me guessing, that’d you’d never be without what you needed at that exact second.

Overflowing garbage cans, last stands and
falling asleep in the backseat of an unknown van.
Feeling like a newscaster of disaster turning shit ass backwards.
I’m the bastard among the masters in cahoots with the one who’ll come after.
Single blessed and you’ve never heard of me yets.
Selling everything I had to get where I am
Not much more headway, rocky road with soft tires handled with a grin.
I’m forgetting what it was like to have forgot about you.
Comedian with a medium ordering medium wings with a dark ale,
For the next 20 minutes you can’t scale from which I hail,
Our boats about to set sail get your Vail, the bus is pulling up so please gather your stuff.
Dirty tables forearms stuck,
Underselling the undeliverable while I over-promise,
Hearts beating fast as my foot taps at the same pace.
Couples walking hand and hand can’t wait for that to begin again.
Did us both a favour hope you’ll thank me later.

Oddity as a commodity

Sun, 24 Apr 2011 22:46:31 -0400

Covert thoughts and outlandish dreams.
Modern day plans and old fashioned schemes depicting my scene.
Being who I’ve always been while chugging it down post-haste for old times sake.
While I sit and await the weight of what it might take.
To win this so-called debate with fate.
What’s growing more and more odd to me is my oddity as my only commodity.
I heard your girl left you and how sad you must be
No need to worry about her because she’s moved on to me.
Don’t expect you to thank me
Truth be told I was just waiting on some hanky panky to put it frankly, feeling rather bold.
If kissins’ a game, then fuckins’ a pleasure
probably seeming plain while I’m trying to be clever.
20 minutes of pleasure, 9 months of pain immediately after.
bear trap stares that remind me not to get captured.
Now I’m on the hospital visitation paper preparing for the rapture.
Clouded views of what I was truly after.
Sincere, low maintenance and hot
the above accurately describes what you’re not.
I still love your style, smile and eyes
Damn, I’m getting better at telling lies.
Felt down for a bit but now I cope
getting sunstroke while wearing a cloak beside a bloke
1 winning thought on my mind that took the vote, no joke.
I wonder if she chokes when it comes time to stroke.
It’s a mental hoax as I try my best not to provoke.
Placed my warning pylon between her nylons when the time was wrong.
The little liver that could intending on doing good.
I did the math, separated the wheat from the chaff.
I taught an old dog new tricks with my keyboard clicks.
I’m waiting for right shoe to drop with the left one on the other foot.
Step up to the viewfinder and just take a look.
Gracefully hide your face and embrace why I spied on your place.
From far and wide I’ll provide what I hope along side what I cast aside.
To achieve, or to grieve?
Before I leave we’ve touched on your pet peeves but still keep it tighter than a basket weave.
Blankets of snow, sheets of rain and curtains of fog.
Spoken word, in my head or on a blog.
It’ll all end up in my catalogue.

This is for

Sun, 24 Apr 2011 22:44:59 -0400

This is for the heroes who never stopped and the zeros who never had a chance.
The wide-eyed glace and the pinpoint squint stares.
The love filled dreams and the heartbreak nightmares.
The broken telephone and the “who said what”
the in-person replies and the “I’ll let you know what’s up in due time”
The “It was really amazing seeing you” and leaving without a word.
The “I’ll see you soon” and the “what’d you do tonight”
The “I’m sorry about before” and the making everything right.
To the broker then broke, hopelessly hopeless and constantly coasting.
Those that praise, toast or roast friends
or those who will hold it close or push it all away at the end.

Do you best to stay true; but you’ll break if you don’t bend.

Pot to piss in

Sun, 24 Apr 2011 22:44:07 -0400

I’m settling in new settlements with different sentiments in my heart
tearing down walls, just ripping them apart.
Sun up to sun set, light to dark
Quiet whispers mixed with some rather descriptive loud harks.
Gotta keep the lights on or practice nocturnal
everyday writing these kinda’ thoughts in my ijournal.
Expectations getting pissed on reminiscent of a urinal.
Then zip up, you put up the map and I’ll follow the Ex
to all our old spots without an ounce of regret.
Walking about a half a block to feel the aftershock
I’m half a thought and sharing half my cot with who I need to be
politicking judgment and conceiving dreams
If you wish small and dream big cross your fingers till’ they break
or work hard, follow a plan and do exactly what it takes.
Wake n’ bake, dark rooms, hot showers and then I’ll skate to work
wheels hit a crack, throw me to the grounds got me feeling hurt.
Ripped denim and thinkin’ on loose women while I’m half grinning
you know I’m #winning

Made in my fathers vision without a pot to piss in
I’m doing a tad better I must say
21, getting play without two babies on the way.
Thanks to the lifestyle and the Trojan horse
cause shit’s griptape out here, rather coarse.
Better yet it’s very rough so I’ll need to turn the system up.
At the docks with Horseface and Ziggy fed up with the Greeks
got a slight tickle in my throat, hard to speak
I’ve been telling you who I am and all the things I see
Singing childish songs to Moms like Glee.
I gotta’ run, Flee the scene I got an itch like fleas
I’m the Nag Champa with clean clothes in a dirty hamper.
Late night post lamper, half hearted rhyme vandal in a scramble.