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Street Poetry

There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination. I hope they choke on smoke cuz I’m smoking them out the basement.

This is not rap; this is not hip-hop – just another attempt to make the voices stop. Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something cuz I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to say nothing.

This doesn’t mean I lost my dream, just right now I have a really crazy mind to clean. Knaw mean? No I didn’t understand a thing you said.

If I didn’t know better, I’d guess you’re all already dead. Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch, saying stuff like, “You only live once”. Yeah, once.

You got one time to figure it out. One time to twist and one time to shout. One time to think, and I say we start now.

Because death inspires me, like a dog inspires a rabbit.

Car Radio

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it’s dire
My time today

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
‘Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It’s on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I’m driving
There’s no hiding for me
I’m forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
‘Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

I ponder of something terrifying
‘Cause this time there’s no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it’s that we’re all battling fear
Oh dear, I don’t know if we know why we’re here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound

There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win
And fear will lose
There’s faith and there’s sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
‘Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it’s dire
My time today

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
‘Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

Taxi Cab

I wanna fall inside your ghost
And fill up every whole inside my mind
And I want everyone to know
That I am half a soul divided

Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away
Either way you’re by my side until my dying days
And if I’m not there and I’m far away
I said, Don’t be afraid,”
I said, “Don’t be afraid, we’re going home”

I wanna strip myself a breath
A breathless piece of death I’ve made for you
A mortal writing piece of song will help me carry on
But these you heard

Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away
Either way you’re by my side until my dying days
And if I’m not there and I”m far away
I said, “Don’t be afraid,”
I said, “Don’t be afraid, we’re going home”

So the hearse ran out of gas
A passenger person grabbed a map
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
A beautifully planned taxi cap
A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack

Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say:
I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day

Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor and found the brother we’re searching for

Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked them am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead
And then one turned around to say:
We’re driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be undone

I said, “Don’t be afraid”

Trapdoor

He wakes up early today
Throws on a mask that will alter his face
Nobody knows his real name
But now he just uses one he saw on a grave

He pretends that he’s okay
But you should see
Him in bed late at night, he’s petrified
Take me out, and finish this waste of a life

Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favor and try to ignore
As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor

He thinks that faith might be dead
Nothing kills a man faster than his own head
He used to see dreams at night
But now he’s just watching the backs of his eyes

He pretends that he’s okay
But you should see
Him in bed late at night, he’s petrified
Take me out, and finish this waste of a life

Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favor and try to ignore
As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor

Take me out, and finish this waste of a life

Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favor and try to ignore
When you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor
‘Cause nobody knows he’s alive

House of Gold

She asked me, “Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?”

She asked me, “Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?”

I will make you queen of everything you see,
I’ll put you on the map,
I’ll cure you of disease.

Let’s say we up and left this town,
And turned our future upside down.
We’ll make pretend that you and me,
Lived ever after happily.

She asked me, “Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?”

I will make you queen of everything you see,
I’ll put you on the map,
I’ll cure you of disease.

And since we know that dreams are dead,
And life turns plans up on their head,
I will plan to be a bum,
So I just might become someone.

She asked me, “Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?”

I will make you queen of everything you see,
I’ll put you on the map,
I’ll cure you of disease.

Tonight

The young boy wants to move ahead
And the old man sings rewind
I wonder when in this time line
We’ll break to the other side

Maybe there’s a span of time
When we feel we’re neither nor
Not wanting to go back again
And not wanting to go forth

The point in life must be
Pretty dark and hopeless
Terrifying
And if you’re asking me when that is

It must be tonight
It must be tonight
It must be tonight
It must be tonight

The old man sits all by himself
And thinks of better years
When he used to believe in stars
And would dream away his fears

The young boy moves so fast he doesn’t
See the stars above
And all his dreams are crushed by old man
Who didn’t dream enough

We must all agree
There’s a point in life when darkness breaks our
Brittle hopes and dreams
And I’d say

It must be tonight
It must be tonight
It must be tonight
It must be tonight

It must be tonight
It must be tonight
It must be tonight
It must be tonight
Stay with me

And it must be tonight
It must be tonight
Save me tonight
It must be tonight

Taken by Sleep

This is a story about a scarlet letter… yeah

It just hit me as I laid my head down
No one around in the dark cold night, I hear a sound
In my head repeat track of everything you’ve ever said
Must be something, but it’s nothing, so I just go back to bed

It’s 4, crack the door to the hallways in my dreams
But it seems my hallway keeps closing in on me
Forcing me out, making me think about you and how you’re gone
I see 4:05 in teary eyes and then I write this song

And I just can’t believe it has to be this way
You know we say it seems to me that it was just the other day
I saw your face, I saw your light, you ran the race, you fought the fight
But now it’s all being torn down for me tonight

And I know it might be a little selfish for me to say
But I need to know if you’ve thought of me at all today
Cause every day walk past the place you lived 5 days of the week
And now it’s 10 after 4 and I am taken by sleep

Spending hours on end, deciding what I’d say to a friend if I ever saw him again
Cause I don’t if I know, don’t want to come across the wrong way
And I don’t know if I know, but I know I want to see your face today

And somebody told me they saw you cry and break down
Do you know how hard that is to get around and think about?
It’s not like you to let emotions get the best of things
Especially when everything is hanging in the air we breathe

And I just can’t believe it has to be this way
You know we say it seems to me that it was just the other day
I saw your face and saw your light, you ran the race, you fought the fight
But now it’s all being torn down for me tonight

And I know it might be a little selfish for me to say
But I need to know if you thought of me at all today
Cause every day walk past the place you lived 5 days of the week
And now it’s 10 after 4 and I am taken by sleep

I’ll sing a song to you, my friend
I’ll sing a song to you, my friend
I’ll sing a song to you, my friend
I’ll sing a song to you, my– Let’s go!

Friend, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll sing a song to you my friend
I’ll sing a song to you my friend
I’ll sing a song to you my friend
I’ll sing a song to you my friend

Glowing Eyes


We all are stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids,
Culture forbids,
We have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is,
To fall off the grid.

We live for the night’s decor,
It reveals what we dream of.

I know there’s someone at the door,
They called for help, of this I’m sure,
But do I want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
I’m holding on to what I know,
And what I know, I must let go,
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.

We all know somebody who knows somebody who’s doing great,
I know some people who know people who are flying straight,
But I’ll kindly enter into rooms of depression,
While ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again.

We live for the night’s decor,
It reveals what we dream of.

I know there’s someone at the door,
They called for help, of this I’m sure,
But do I want to say goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
I’m holding on to what I know,
And what I know, I must let go,
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.

This room is far too dark for us to stay around,
Redemption’s not that far and darkness is going down.
Make them stop.

I’m holding on to what I know,
And what I know, I must let go,
But I would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.
Make them stop.

Anathema

You will never know what’s behind my skull
So won’t you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

You will never know what’s under my hair
So won’t you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

You will never know what’s under my skin
So won’t you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

You will never know what is in my veins
So won’t you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

Won’t you go to someone else’s dreams
Won’t you go to someone else’s head
Haven’t you taken enough from me
Won’t you torture someone else’s sleep?

And you will never know what I’m thinking of
So won’t you say goodnight so I can say goodbye

And you will never understand what I believe
So won’t you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

Haven’t you taken enough from me
Won’t you torture someone else’s sleep?
Won’t you go to someone else’s dreams
Won’t you go to someone else’s head.
Haven’t you taken enough from me
Won’t you torture someone else’s sleep?

I start to part two halves of my heart in the dark and I
Don’t know where I should go
And the tears and the fears begin to multiply
Taking time in a simple place
In my bed where my head rests on a pillowcase
And it’s said that a war’s lead but I forget
That I let another day go by
I want to be afraid but it seems that these days I’m caught under water and I’m falling farther
My heart’s getting harder, I’m calling my father
Am I screaming to an empty sky?
Empty sky, no way, that’s me ’cause one half of my heart is free
Empty sky, no way, that’s me ’cause the other half of my heart’s asleep.

Kitchen Sink

Nobody thinks what I think,
Nobody dreams when they blink
Think things on the brink of blasphemy
I’m my own shrink
Think things are after me, my catastrophe
At my kitchen sink, you don’t know what that means
Because a kitchen sink to you Is not a kitchen sink to me, ok friend?
Are you searching for purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You’ll see purpose start to surface
No one else is dealing with your demons
Meaning maybe defeating them
Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.

Go away
Leave me alone.

Nobody thinks what you think, no one
Empathy might be on the brink of extinction
They will play a game and say
They know what you’re going through
And I tried to come up with an artistic way to say
They don’t know you, and neither do I
So here’s a prime example of a stand up guy
Who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time
Here’s my brother and his head’s screwed up
But that’s alright.

(Zack)
Time gains momentum the moment when I’m living in ‘em
I’m winning a momentary sinning a moment passing after
A re-beginning moments mending memories
Pretending enemies are friend of me, sending me straight to bending me
My bad behavior but I bet I could have been a better man
Copy and paste caught me, and copy, better rhymes bother me
The better the rhythm the badder I am but I bet I’ll battle with ‘em battle better I am,
Gambling man, better bet I am a gambling man, I am?

Go away.
Leave me alone.