Deranged, rearranged, estranged. Ah life, so strange. I'm strange. Staring off into myself. Diving into the depths of thee unknown crevices of my own soul. Probably one of the scariest & most exhilarating things one can do in life. Filled with wonder and questions. Images pass me by. Real? Imagined? Beautiful. Deranged. Definitely. Omar how you inspire me to live. Omar how you inspire me to give. Omar I hope to meet you some day.

Sitting here. Just sitting here. A lil down. A lil High. A little music. A little soul. A human whole. Divine creations. Exact equations. You and Me living so happily. As happy as we can be. Just you and me. It's Destiny. I always want it you and me. I want Destiny.
Sometimes I get so confused. But With you I know all is right. I love you baby with all my might.

Energy. I feel energy. When It's you and me I feel energy. I want to be free. With you I want to be free.
Free of tyranny. Free of worry. Free of doubt.

No matter how we map it out. I wanna be with you baby.
We'll figure it out.

"That Big ol' Fig Tree."
It's a brain jigsaw.
It's a great gig ma.
It's so great big ya'll.
That big Ol' Fig Tree.

Musically disinclined. Starship poop. Cherry pie. Nothin, No one. Someone. Me..

Determined to be destined to
get the piece of the pie in the sky. Rather not fry.Natural high.

Pour some tea for the guest.

Be my best.

Be my best.
It ain't real Gorilla Chest.

Bugs, Bugs, Bugs,
What have you done?
Things used to be so jolly & fun.
Pain, Pain, pain,
You make me insane
God won't you please take this rain away.

Im a god damn fucking artist. I fucking hate this shit. Y the fuck are people that way? Have you no heart you fuck?! Im guily cuz i havent done enough but you you have fucked the world and you continue to do so you fucking racist, egocentric rich fucking bastards.

Time to stand up for our rights. Actually it was time a long time ago. No more.

If people focused more on the events of their own lives and being the best that THEY can be rather than focusing, criticizing, hating on other countries, players and thinking that they know it all...the world would be a better place. That being said, Long live the World Cup!

I'll never forget Montanita.

Don't Label me Crazy

Don't you know that life is new. Don't you know that i see you.
Don't you know that ice is cold. Don't you know that truth is bold.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I know me, do you know you?
Words i spit onto this screen. Lifeless drifter through this dream. Haunted by daily chores. Who the fuck is keeping score? Consciouse man don't stand aside. Consciouse man, don't you hide. Reality is for the brave of heart, strong body and joyous soul. Lies are for the weak. simply told. They say were crazy, they say we're wrong. They hate to hear us sing our song. I lie in bed with worried fury. I hit my head with thoughts so dirty. Just because you can't see what we can or are afraid to acknowledge REALITY as it really is don't label me crazy.

Yasmin

Whatever happens. No matter how things change, I want you to know that you are the one. I love you. You are my world. You've helped me see things I've never known before. You are the light in my day. You are the stars up above. You are my love. You are what matters to me. No matter where we find ourselves. Whether we're miles away or Galaxies apart you're always with me. You'll always be with me. You are a part of me like no other lover. What we have is stronger and brighter than the most brilliant stars! Ain't nothin baby, nothin that can stop us! Remember that. And when your feeling lonely, sad or happy, glad and everything in between up above or down below. Im your baby and you're my boo, that's Always gonna be here for you.

Promise.

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Time to boast
I am the host
with the most
wit, talent, looks and charm
ain't it a darn shame you ain't like me
Yes, Yes it is
No need for you to talk
Im who they all came to see
Damn Im a cocky mother fuck ain't I?
Ah ah ah don't answer,
Remember it's all about me
no don't look over there!
Im right here.
Focus on ME.
Im the sky, the birds, the trees
In fact those are all distractions from me too
soo let's chop em all down and build something new
something new for you to see me in all of my glory
I'll destroy nature and make her look fucked up and gory
this is my story and don't you dare blink
I am the eagle that will swoop you if you do dare think

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As I lay there, decaying in the apocalyptic night. I wondered onto the stars what misfortunes had beset these wretched creatures and what kind of monstrosities lay beyond the realms of my imagination.
I couldn't help but be pleased by how insanely instinctive all the pieces seemed to fit in the grand scheme of that novel that god created.

I'm merely playing my role.

Inspiration

There are those
people, animals, places and things
that inspire you to live.
They are the ones who
cherish and give.
They help you remember the
beauty of life.
They are the beauty of life!

I can't seem to die,
God won't let me.
He's beset me.

Throw a painting into the mix
and have yourself a fix.
God, I need a fix.
Maybe a chewy twix.
But, Im out of the mix.
I have no vocals and
they say my color is all wrong.
Makes me shy, cry,lie, wonder why.
AAAHHH *sigh*
I won't give up though,
I won't give in.
Can't live this sin
when strengths within..
Somewhere. I know it's there.
Crap. Where?
Wipe ass. There.
You feel me? Scared.
Loved. Duke. Pain.
Dreams, more like nightmares.
Blood streams. Eyes scream.
Save me dream....save me dream
Save me dream.

You paint for money.
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Tough start to the week, had a bio exam yesterday and an Astro test today. Astro test raped me.

Fuck, well it's time to write something. I don't really know what but I want to write something. Was watching videos of Allen Ginsberg on YouTube and got motivated to write something. I don't think Im anywhere near as good or smart as him but I love expressing myself through words, just wish I was better at it.
I guess the only way to get better is through practice right?
Umm well i kinda wanna talk about my poetry writing style.
I like to write in a stream. I write things that aren't neccessarily connected or logical or maybe they are but I don't see it. I feel like a satelitte, taking in words and sentences from space and putting it down to paper. I don't know where everything I write comes from. Some of It i feel isn't even me. I write the first thing that comes to my head and whatever sounds good to me. I love listening to the Mars Volta and can say they have definitely influenced my writing style, I also love Allen Ginsberg and he has also greatly influenced my writing style. I want to express honesty through my writings. I don't always set a goal for my self or have a clear story line that I follow in my head, I just write and then stop when I feel it's time to stop. I try to create a picture through my words. I can't say it's a good picture, I think my pictures are definitely distorted, a lil twisted, lost and not sooo neat. A perfect reflection of me. I don't follow many writing rules. And I don't really like to edit my work..I do sometimes though. I don't really know if I have a stable structure. I don't really know if I care to create one. I didn't do so well in English 1, got a C and passed English 2 with a B+. Sooo if that makes me an average writer thennn go fuck yourself.

About me:
The Bad:
My memory is kinda crappy.
I had surgery on my hip when I was 8 now my right leg is slightly shorter than my left.
Im depressed a lot.
Im extremely shy and kinda ackward.
Im not the smartest cookie.
I hate life more often than not.
I used to be a really good soccer player, now I suck.
I have trouble waking up almost every morning.
I want to punch life in the face.

The good:
I have an Amazing Girlfriend.
Im funny as shit if ya get to know me.
Im clever at times..haha
Im really really extremely good looking.
Im not cocky. Im pretty humble.
I love helping people.
I love helping people.
Im brown.
Once I start writing I get happy because I feel productive and I don't hate life as much.
I don't take things soo seriously.

Now it's time for a poem filled with nonesense, humor, tradgedy and love.

Hey there, you. You see me? I see you. You're beautiful. Don't give up. Don't give in. "The loser now will be later to win."-Bob.
Me? Sinner. Time for dinner. What's on the plate? A nice dead animal. Why not become a cannibal? Fear I guess. This dinners choppy. Im feeling kinda sloppy. I think im gonna stoppy. beepedy boppy. Peace out muther fuck.

"Nonesense Babble"

Let's play scribble scrabble.

Do you dribble? I dabble.

Corn. Unicorn. Thorn.

Worldly scorn. 

Torn, tattered, beat, shoved, pushed, hoved.

Do-Rag. Nigger. Fucker. Racist. Patient. Exhale. Inhale. Pale. Skin. O' so thin. Blue within. Written-Fin.

Opera begin. Man drinking his Jin. Hopeless sin. Lonely. Only. One. *tappedy tap* *crickedy crack* dope. Smack. Smoke that. Wife beater. Heart eater. No cheater. Just mad. In structured cage. Pondering. Pensive. Tattered pants. Rich man. Glory. All seeing, all knowing. Wind blowing. Plow Plowing. Worker indeed. Kids, loves, worldly things all come and all go. Constant drifter. Shape shifter. Anything and everything penetrates me. Thy identity has become a mere shadow of what really is. Love score. Too many points to count.

As the man sits lonely knowing he is the only thing in this Universe. He holds all dear. He knows truth is near. He knows theres none to fear. He knows he's the only to steer. He is simply, not here. He's not there. Then how is it possible that he's everywhere? Hold him dear. I hold the spear. Queer. Beer. End. Near. Now. Pause. Cut.

...What do you see?