I don't sling rock I sling rhymes
Though it's not illegal it's still a crime
Cause my words leave you wounded
Not from bullet holes but ears you bled
Cause you know the truth hurts
So everyone averts
Their ears and their eyes
And buy into the lies
Cause they're easier to swallow 
Than that cold ammo
That plagues my streets
And defeats
The home I once knew
Til nothing is true 
Cause that needle in your arm
Isn't doing just you harm 
This city's in our veins
And with all our aches and pains
It draws into one heart one head
So for each man falling over dead
We lose a critical piece 
Of what makes us unique
And fall into the stereotype 
That we're nothing beyond a crack pipe
But I've been this city 
I've seen what makes it pretty and gritty 
I've seen the truth in its heart 
I've seen the truth in our art
That's created this Eden 
But off that apple we've been feeding
Now we've fallen so far
It seems like we'll never even reach par
But in this ghetto I live
Hoping to see it learn to forgive
It's mistakes and my own 
So we can return to our rightful throne

How can I ?
Should I go against my principals?
Throw everything to the wind?
Kiss me again
Does it make it all go away?
or did it make it stay?
I run to you
Crash hard, then fall
Should I blame you for my bruises?
Do you treat people the way that they treat you
or the way that you would like to be treated?
I thought that they were friends
Kiss me again
Did it make it all go away?
or does it make it stay?

I have romanticized hotel beds.
As a kid, I called the concrete home,
And nothing was better than a hotel bed.
My brother and I would fall like Icarus
Onto the feathery home as we said,
"There's nothing better than a hotel bed".
They were our trampolines, our forts
That protected us from the horrors we knew
And in that hotel bed we were nothing short
Of limitless.
We could laugh, we could fight,
For once we could be warm through out the night.
But that bed was more than just a place to sleep,
It was an escape from the every day.
Its something every child knows,
And most adults have tried to forget.
That whenever they lay
In that fluffy white bed
The world is their's to own.
So whenever I see a hotel
I'm transported back to long ago
When cold and wet
My brother and I
Fell, deeply, into a hotel bed.

I stared at the sunset, fading, shedding its radiant tears smeared across the sky, purple, blue pastels
And counted the seconds I had left to hold your hand
I see you in everyone else's grief
And I never really stopped to think what "You're dead to me" really feels like
Not malicious, no, just an unmarked tombstone in my head I visit on occasion to pay respects and remember a beautiful mistake

under my blue polo
with the emergency logo
i think there is a hole
in my chest
but i am afraid to look

another deep breath
and another

send the ambulance
to the old lady
who has fallen

what if on further inspection
there really is a hole
in my chest
and i find that i am missing
that big cardiac muscle

i still remember
when he said i was
heartless

Today I am
Jagged pieces of broken glass
Shattered by happenstance
Words meant in jest
Have pierced my marrow
and now I await
the world to turn again
witth tears  carressing
cheeks...

My pebble fractured
I must again wait the working
of the waters way
and become once again
Smaller in this place

This is the opposite turn
Of the waters wheel

This is the cracking
of the foundation

This is.......
                   reformation.....
                                              and
                                                      ..... reclaimation


of a damaged soul.

You used to tell me that I spoke beautifully
but maybe it was just the words that I wrote down at 4am
because those 4am nights were seemingly becoming a thing
and I needed time to process you
and do all I could to put you on paper
so I said that you fit me nicely.
But since then I haven't heard from you much
and it seems that you've taken my beautiful words
and turned them into the ground and planted yourself a future
and you've given yourself hope that maybe you'll hold something beautiful someday.
But rainy days pass
and you've hidden your sun away
and I'm starting to think that I might not be a part of your beautiful future
so I won't suffocate you with the words you've stolen from my tongue
cause I can still taste them on my lips
inches from where yours used to be when you told me
you'd stay forever.

*spinningheads-andmessybeds

Your presence is tangible
Across the vast expanse
Yet, I hear not your voice
I feel not your longing
Mine, is the only heart I hear
Alone, for the first time in eternity
Alone, wrapped in your essence
Just a whisper of warmth
A choice all your own
To be alone
A choice that you have forgotten
Includes me
For we flow throughout each other
Still, here we are
I feel you trying not to feel me
And I close my eyes
Praying death over a life that begins here
And ends without you
'tis not a choice could I make
'tis not a life...alone