A lazy brain is a waste of space in a
active mind, if you had a nickel would you try to flip dime, considering work harder, harder means over time.
Like everyone said it is, go to sleep here's a sedative, everything's too repetitive all these ***** and letterman's looking for loose excuses, because they never did, try to achieve a status of excellence, the modern man treats education like primitive, tools...the one who goes to school but never finishes, grows up bitter and is malicious towards their kids...expenses are high..baby bottles and cribs, diapers on top of diapers how long can you handle it? No control of your life because your handles are full of ****. What happened to your burning passion? Guess your candle was never lit. Seriously.....is that it? Are you just going to quit?

All the goals that you talked about are simply walking about...they have no sense of direction, they need you to figure it out. Hoping that you can just commence with, all of the now and just forget **** that haunted you in past.

that's Karma on top of Pressure, like boulders on top of glass.

Just another person on the grid...Where is my place, where do I fit?  What if I don't I rather be known in a place that I have to establish..musician to Artist to maverick...marvels created from magic..I've never cared for the lavish...gold, diamonds  nor fashion...I rather share with the masses...let's form a generation that classes no rules or structure, just life from pure passion...

Simple yes this is frustration simplified

How the **** do the poems that have 3 lines get recognized?!

Even idolized, which is madness

watch my words walk into a wardrobe then change fashion.

Red in fact...the color of love, hate strength and of course passion

It appears I'll get a comment if I end it here...

but I appear to say "**** it" because I'm a lyrical engineer

critical are the gears & nuts of this operation

for this construct Is just a build of my current frustration.

I think about a flower and learn beauty can devour

take a breather, take a shower to come out in half an hour

feel the steam then feel the power go

I'm feeling mighty powerful

words are like a *** of gold

my mind is thick as ice

whats the price of cold?

I round about in life I'm a bicycle

eyes are wide, nothing is impossible

everything that's here is possible

Honest, though...your mind is closed.

my thoughts are open never gasping for air...the negative haunts so your grasping with fear...ever think what you think isn't there? Blurred focus to the spaces are near..divided by false movements, mass illusions equal rash confusion...letters turn into words are useless...go-ahead take shot with Cupid.

Curved arrows stay sharp like the beak of a sparrow..Soak it in, let it drown in your sorrows..on the decline will I slip tomorrow? negative mind but I'm quick to borrow..the positive side of my novelist mind is equipped to define.

I'm as quick as a kick to the spine..as swift as the flip of a dime..take a peek with the squint of an eye, sit or just stand...by my side and soon you will find..how stories and feelings collide, welcome to my mind.

Clouds...so simple...so complex

different motions in the air...there concave and convex

their motions are unclear...its a constant that's not set

explosions and high riffs disguised in horizons

Clouds are then hijacked, by the cloud pirates

A cloud city undiscovered, while under a riot

Thunderous clouds begin to shockingly shout.

Their rain is soon to demount, Across our region no doubt

this cause can refresh a dry surface while healing a drought...

Various impacts from this winded chain reaction...

A gust of thick air turned thin touches any human that passes.

There's some who don't understand this interaction...

Walking through the wind...seems like any other action.

Raindrops attack the ground with splashes..equivalent to broken glasses

War has waged between weather and man.

Mother nature is a woman with furious fangs

The alert stand, while the curious hang..

To survive, elements must be juggled by hand.

We are pebbles to walking giants

mixtures scissor our climate

Screeching storms of silence

Create a sense of confinement

who would have thought that nature could be so violent.

Analytical beast I have a knowledge in my locker

The swarm screams for the author

The red then spills from the blood oath offer

Higher than extraterrestrials and their flying saucers

Universal football we kick meteors like soccer

We battle in coliseums, mediators are awkward

They fear the slanted enemies eyes and their lean postures

They find it so astounding, there movement in green pastures

Hunters become hunted, prey becomes stalkers

They seem to breathe steam and move faster

Engaging renegades will never make it easy for these *******

Thunderous parades of pain reported from the mental telecasters

Wizards from faraway lands land by spell casting

Time is forever lost but what they found is still lasting

And what Is bound is surpassing, it's an avalanche...earth smashing

The lands crashing, the world will regenerate but the swords will keep clashing.

One looks up and says life is a ladder

Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered

Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter

We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.

It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals

Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield

Only to be found by space and particles

They read while we speak of thee impossible

Big humps to people seem like obstacles.

We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.

Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.