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City Sleep

December 20, 2014

Sounds of traffic
Unnatural and soothing
The chatter of people passing
Brief moments of conversation
High heels on hard sidewalks
Train horns in the distance
Losing track

Death Awaits

December 18, 2014

A shining beacon
A bright star
Your light went out
I missed my mark
I can’t hold together
What’s fallen apart
Ashes in the wind
After we depart
Our bodies feel light
As we return to the dark


December 15, 2014

Sounds of rain
Different shades of green
Grey skies hung low with the weight
Slowly letting go

Get It?

December 14, 2014

Sometimes I write raps because it’s fun. This is one of those times.

I’m always on that cool shit
Speaking hieroglyphics
You’re busy taking selfies
On a phone full of dick pics
Don’t tell me that you get this
Like you even know what this is
You’re just trying to get rich
While I’m getting down with the sickness
My mind has been on the darkside
Since you’ve been alive bitch
Not here to make your head nod
Here to make your head split
Not from a bloody axe
I pull back
Screaming now do you get this
But from the realization
Of the sensation
When the punchline and bass hit

Craters On The Surface

December 13, 2014

Dimly lit moonscapes
Wrapping around
The earth
Crushing down from above
It was a nice thought
A white lie
Told to myself
The truth known the whole time
You can’t loose what you never find

Falling Stars Are People Too

December 6, 2014

I’m losing control
I’m coming back
Had my head in the stars so long
Hope my feet can find the ground
I’m gonna need a place to crash
Please just forget the past
I’m a new man
Found myself in an aluminum can
With holes punched in it
Covered in the scent of anarchy
How far have I fallen?
How long will you leave me calling?
I’ve lost all hope
Found happiness
Laughing at the joke
Keep your rope
I’m going up in smoke
Back to my brothers and sisters
Lighting the way to forever

How Far Can You Go?

November 30, 2014

These clouds hang on
Blocking out the sky
Unable to trace shapes in stars
I spend my nights in bars
Watching humans interact
Engaging in abstract conversation
Flushing out the closed minds
The old racists fucks
Meatheads and crackheads
Drunks, just drunk enough
To follow a ways down the rabbit hole
Only to turn tail and run
When confronted with topics they just weren’t raised to talk about
Preferring to let sleeping dogs lie
Preferring to remain ignorant and confined
It’s a rare and beautiful thing
An open mind
To be able to approach any topic
Without choosing a side
Letting ideas and concepts come alive
To bare all our monsters and never need to hide
It’s a rare and beautiful thing
I love every one I find


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