my favorite color

is no doubtably love
the aura that shines from above
all it took was a lil push
and a shove
i was flying highs
like doves
flying in circles
on top of trees
to the highest mountain
its so pleasing

do u understand

do u understand the understood

boys in the hood

yo its all good

aint it

when people getting shot and shanked

its

dreamy

the life to be

makes u feel free

when u hit pavement

its a rush

werent u craving it

hopefully

your soul

the lord will be saving it

had only you tamed

a bit

should have quit

that shit

you wouldnt have ended up in a pit

lake of fire

piles of people

burning

smells like rubber tires

flesh

bbq

eew

OMGOSH I CANT BELIEVE

Its almost been a month
since I posted
these poems, so fun.
I haven't even used color, not even once.
From
jump street
I should have been playing,
with fonts, sizes, background color, and text color.
Maybe next time I'll even put a picture.
Why, before I felt not to bother.
I wonder back then,
what was my fixture.
Seems as though sentences are
coming quicker.
Soon people will want to read
it with her,
on a audio tape.
Drive to work, and in their car they'll play.
Possibly even imagine my face.
heeeh heeh...

jan 11, 2012

Hide

from the inside

Hide

Hide from the inside, within

ourselves.

Abide,

by the rules

and pride.

Take stride

or die.

You lie

in a bed of tomorrow,

disguised in your aimless sorrow.

Subside,

from the hate and anger.

Realize, there's more to the earth then strangers.

It's time

It's time you subject yourself to another life.

Howl at the

eyes

of the dark man

under the moon,

it's dark now

as it was in your mother's womb.

So find,

something worth holding onto.

Create time

within a bottle.

When your old youll have something to borrow.

Snood comments
wont last untill tomorrow.

But there you'll be, a coward.

So today climb yourself a tower,

jump and feel the power.

Fly high
and watch

yourself

stretch the hours.

Or think about those candies named "Zours," those things were good man. Yum