1. I Am Not A Poet
Do not define me, you sonuvabitch
Goal neither to stay true or to get rich
Don’t want bitches
Respect is overrated
Money is outdated
Power; well, giving one power is plain weak-mindedness
Stress eliminates the feeling of being numb
This intelligence allows me to realize that I’m dumb
Fuck your poetry
Fuck your government
Fuck your system
Fuck your preference and fuck your intentions
Kill me, bitch
It’s a win-win
2. Suicide, Personified
Double entendres and suicide bombers
Minimal differences between Bush and Obama
Hit the bush and now its pure bliss, no drama
Hit the bush and now it’s pure bliss, no drama
Imagining conversations with my mom and my daughter
Teaching babies right from wrong with full confidence
How can you teach right from wrong with no conscience?
How can you even right your wrongs with no conscious?
I feel as though I’ve heard that in a song, being honest
Can’t recall the name; regardless, just shedding knowledge
Peddling condoms to young men who love to fondle
Praying that they put them to use; big brother talking
And I’m just praying that they put them to use
Double entendres and suicide bombers
Listening to Marvin while rainbows astonish
Don’t believe in colors determining sexual preference
Infatuated with purple; still on a pink conquest
Realizing that may take a while to digest
A meal best served raw; give my blood to provoke inquest
Imagining conversations with my father and my infant
Teaching babies the difference between giving and being in debt
If I believe in your vision, I’ll invest my last ten cent
Term paper turned in, written without indent
Animalistic; egotistical pigs
Fighting crimes against the innocent; let my people live
3. Marcellus In The Midst of War
I talk about myself a lot
Is that politically incorrect?
I’m poetically superior to everyone I respect
Excluding RSWD; they inspire my depth
Digging deep within myself to pull out unforgettable pieces of emotion
Devoted to the revolution yet to be sparked
Lark on my go-kart, but the piece of shit won’t start
Don’t take that literal; thoughts spoken in code
Morris, Garret; far from speedy or screaming
Wiki the name to understand the meaning
Leaning to the left in exhaustion
Eyelids couldn’t be lifted by the worlds strongest man
Women raise brow whenever I drop trou
Random, I know
Just had to throw it in for arrogance sake
This is far from traditional, by the way
And if you re-read those last lines in order to create rhyme
For shame; they weren’t meant to
Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee
You can be the greatest; I’ll just be me
4. I Hate Parties
I’m allergic to alcohol; strike one
Perfect ten form when throwing up a lung
It all started last summer
Depression at it’s peak
Filled the emptiness with the shallow glass’ drink
Shot after shot, I won’t ever get another
To relive those tumultuous times and be a lover of life
Used to fist fight with myself
But the liquor, it calmed me
Nickname: Charles HAMilton
Let the parties of one get the best of me; sort of like Cameron
No school, no job, no friends
Home alone and I know exactly where the bottle is
What a price I’m forced to pay
The aroma makes me nauseous
Think about it everyday
Learning to be more cautious
I’m socially awkward; a definite strike two
If only you understood me the way I understand you
Unaware of the obvious
How, exactly, do you hug?
And what do I do with my hands when I’m not holding a cup?
How will I survive this hell with no blunt?
Sorry to put it bluntly…actually, fuck that
I’m adding these girls to the list of those I subtract
Maybe I throw them off by not throwing myself out there?
But in my mind the majority of them I highly doubt care
And I don’t share; not one for competition
And every time I’ve been in the game, he won the competition
Not known for recognition
Get stared at for being different
And I get even more shy with all of the attention
I’m not normal; there goes the turkey
Urkel, Dwayne Wayne, Cudi; I’m not worthy of any of these names
Hear them on the daily
My family does matter and my worlds different; maybe
I’m not exactly what you want me to be
Maybe, you need not worry about me
The survival tactics only add to the space
The bubble that I’m in won’t even allow skype dates
How sad, can’t even get a date on the internet
Am I that unattractive?
I just want some intimacy
Thoughts like this are probably why most girls aren’t in to me
Pobresito; sadness stuffed in a burrito
Consumed more frequently than a fresh bag of Doritos
Que?; never mind, please pardon my brain
This is just proof that I’m still going insane
And I hate parties.
5. The Hangover
Not sick, yet disgusted by everything edible
I’d rather just smoke more; drink less
With my current health scares I believe avoiding drinks is best
This time last year, was going HAM on them turkeys
Waking up to shots fired; alley-oops to Worthy
Welcome to the Magic, greatest show on earth
Sandcastle skies; face indented in dirt
That was just the wake up, or lack thereof
Sick to my stomach because I can’t fall in love
Try to ease the pain with countless drinks and drugs
One year later: faith weakened along with liver and lungs
Fate seeking with no luck
If I don’t find it soon, I’m giving it all up
Tired of being stuck in the same fucking position
This morning I was getting high, listening to The Resistance
By now, you know me all too well
Troubled young child bursting out of this adolescent bubble
I never try to rhyme, it’s too much of a struggle
All I do is sit down and allow my thoughts to speak for me
Haven’t been intimate with anyone recently
No one of importance, at least
No one worth a mention
Afraid of even living so I’ll just sit in this room
Everyday waking up to these clouds of gloom
And, where the fuck are my shoes?
6. Road Less Travelled (Revisited)
I feast on the hunger
The emptiness fills the soul
Said soul so cold
The temperature of spirit reaches far below negative
Perfect word to describe such a mood
Rude to a fault
If your visions reached this point, it would cause heart to halt
Who goes there; I
Not by choice, rather by fate
Years away from that sweet escape
View this as foreshadowing ones death date
Don’t feel sorry; I can’t wait
For I am on the road less traveled
A league of my own
Honing multiple crafts to allow talent to be shown
In the subject of spirit; for not one thing am I particularly known
Banners flown in honor
All because I’m a charmer
And that has made all the difference
7. No Sleep Til Brooklyn
If you don’t work, you can’t win
I’m working for the people; Charlie Sheen and Ashton
So if you see me; eyes red, lids heavy
High off life, sober drunk, wobble steady
Can’t seem to stand on my own two feet
Tired to a fault, but refuse to ever sleep
Pardon me, as I attempt to get poetic
Love it or hate it; it’s all copacetic
New York, New York; big city of dreams
Filled with bright lights and jumbo screens
I could care less about any of these things
One way ticket to Brooklyn with a blanket and zero green; no need
Hurling myself in front of a cab
Exclaiming to the driver, “Where Brooklyn at?”
Always wanted to
Such a fitting last laugh
A Bedstuy burial
Marcy sings the blues
Projecting her grace amazingly
Honored as I’ve ever been; an angel just sang to me
Song goes unheard
Spirit of a bird
Body of a bum
Sinking into the slum to remain for eternity
8. Beauty And The Beast
Love filled phrases of passion and pleasure
What a pleasure it’d be to spend life together
Ridiculed for the cause
Empty bottle blues
Didn’t you know I was waiting on you?
Waiting on a dream that will never come true
The Belle of the ball
Three doors down; found in the same hall
A dungeon filled with demons feasting on applause
Don’t dare egg them on; demise shall follow
Praying that you don’t
But you don’t listen
Belle rung; poem over
dot dot dot
Plot thickens as the story ends
Women find a prince and act like they don’t know what charming is
Deserting a healthy meal for deceiving desserts
Flirting with angel haired pasta; settling for devils food cake
Gaining unexpected weight for childish mistakes
9. The Grudge
Toying with emotions; it’s almost too easy
But, in all seriousness, you can’t beat me
Only because I don’t play games
Life is real, and these feelings I feel are genuine; hear me out
I am no saint, but neither are you
I am aware that I may have broken a heart or two, but so have you
This heart has been shattered to pieces, as has yours
We both do an amazing job at hiding our wounded eggs under smiles and various vices
But Humpty Dumpty never makes a full recovery
Even with the help of all of the kings horses and all of the kings men
Sidebar: How could you expect a horse to put an egg back together?
Nevertheless, the point I’m attempting to make is this
We are not so different, you and me
We definitely are nowhere near being the same, but share similarities in our life’s story
So, why do you continually bash me?
I have never done anything to you, personally
And, if I have, please let me know
Talk to me
All I ask for is a simple, civilized conversation
Because, whether you know it or not, you have hurt me
Multiple times
I know, we don’t talk, but word travels
And you do not understand my situation, nor do I understand yours
(this piece is to remain unfinished)
10. Fairytales In Hell
Once upon a time
Wait, never mind
Every day of life I find something to despise
Something to inspire the lighter to spark the mind
Nothing makes me any easier to define
I’m just a guy that has no idea what he wants from life
But, when it’s found; it shall be mine
To own for eternity
Deal on the table
Name signed on the dotted line
This is what dreams are made of
Lessons learned from Ava; one can be dirty and Devine
No typos or words misspelled
No missteps in the mission
You wouldn’t know my vision unless you saw through my eyes and thought with my mind
There is no battle between good and evil
The devil thought I sold my soul, but I sold it my ego
And lived happily ever after, for the people
