My chamber

The pleasure of destruction,
death, drugs, and drinks,
sweet seduction of happiness kept in an object,

as i recall, a sad truth, happiness does find its way into a bottle.


once an idea is turned into a belief,
you become blind to all that disagrees,

live with ideas to keep a free mind.

what do you,
do when your tank runs empty,
when the cup overflows,
when all of you is exposed,

my mind draws a blank,
life feels like a septic tank,
full of shit.

Dark Man

The dim fire light flickers
As a low breeze whistles through the window,
The building as its whole seams to sway along,
The slight touch of wind,
Every plank of forest,
Groans to find its resting place,
My eyes tear to the lack of light,
The old man’s clock, chimes to midnight,
Gazing at the horizon,
Through the window, resting on the desk’s end,
I can hear the cantering hoof beats,
The dark man comes, to meet me,
Take my life,
Lies hurt, but the truth kills,
Sometimes, only sometimes,
Heart racing, along with the hoof beats,
Silence, the calm foot steps, of a killer,
Across the room, up the stairs, silence,
Dark man is at the door, it opens,
All I see is the eyes in the reflection of the window,
Two, calm, careful, and peaceful, steps,
The pistol kisses the back of my neck.

"if you don't stand up for whats right, your wrong."


Walking home on this path,
Only a dim light to lead my way,
My eyes fixed on the path that lies ahead,
I slow my pace and stand still,
I know I must return home, but still I stand,
Looking out away from path that I know so well,
I feel the urge to stray off my path,
The light only goes so far out,
I see as far I can see, beyond that is unknown,
The path I know is the quicker way home,
The path that I tread so many nights alone,
Looking back at the path ahead,
Able to recall every rock out of place, every detail,
Staring back at the wall of darkness,
I start to run towards the unknown, away from known
I remember, my last thought,
Before crossing into the dark,
Do I even want to go home?









Ricky Poorer was a rich man,
he had everything that he could ever want,
Poorer flaunted his cars, his house, his cigars,
Poorer never shared his spoils with anyone else,
Ricky Poorer was exactly that, poorer than everyone else.


pipes in the walls bubble,
the rest of the room fills with silence,
something is coming,
who knows what precedes this eerie hush,
a distant crash breaks the silence,
a second crash breaks the fear,
something is coming,
the pipes bubble ecstatically,
as if to summon something,
a chill sends the hairs on my back to stand,
the pipes chant louder,
a static fills the room,
something is here,
my heart plays over the racket,
the door rattles,
exploding open to darkness,
somethings at the door,
fear keeps me from looking,
the room falls to silence once more,
besides for my heart there is nothing to hear,
something stands behind me,
the knife slides across my neck ever so gently.

Speed

you can always succed with speed,
no need to force feed speed,
nothing to concede when going for speed,
exept u could drop ur weed,
actually you better not speed.



Me and Louie

louie and me uner the willow tree,
just us three,
one hundred degree set free
in Tennessee,
under the ivory tree,
thats were Louie can find me,
we can disagree me and louie,
only to a certain degree,
me and louie need to be free,
the only place we can be free is under the willow tree.


Jazz
Smoke this jazz,
just az pops haz,
smoke too much jazz,
az much az laze haz-
you'll learn az much az he haz,
trying to razzmatazz cop ass,
you'll end up in alcatraz,
so don't go too hard on that jazz,
it will soon loose it's pizzaz.

Raising and Razing Tide

lets go on a toke ride,
we'll go worldwide,
we wont even step outside,
no need to abide this world we live inside,
im fully supplied, and we can get red eyed,
take the next couple hours in stride,
take the world and put it aside,
and once this feeling subsides, high tide turns to low tide,
we escape to the west side, find some one to provide
a supplie for our next toke
Ride.


Quotes (mine and others)

most of the people you find debating the big problems, have no power to do anything about the problem.

"when my father dies kings will come to his funeral, when your father dies his friends will." (Lex Luther, Smallvile, episode titled Reaper)

Life is simply complicated.

if cave men can start fires, why is it so hard for me to start one.

to live life to the fullest you have to risk death.

everyone deserves to die, death makes every morsel and every drop of life worth something.

in a world of killers. . . well look around for you self.

change makes a difference.

everyone is a victim,
just depends on how you convict them.