It’s funny really, sit back and watch At all the people, climbing notch Try to break an industry That only wants to catch, release They all want content, what they need A mind like mine, that doesn’t feed On all the bullshit, all the fake And how much money can I make This game is … More Keep it Close
This is a story, of that I’ll tell As I fill my black inkwell A pen and pad, it works I think Yet naught compares to quill, and ink To sit within this room of black And think of all the world shall lack The pain I feel, I think it so The same as … More My Black Inkwell
Why does he just stare at me As I’m driving, silently Watching oh so creepily Licking chops so hungrily Does he think of eating me? Does he want his bowl to be Filled with water, does he see How his gaze drives me crazy? I must breathe, I think I’m free Surely he is not … More No, B!
Gazing in this mind of black At all the things that I’d take back If only it was kind to me But time, regret, its cruel, you see The things I wish I hadn’t done They never fade, they never run They occupy my mind at night And fill my heart with doubt and spite … More It’s Cruel, You See
In my chamber, losing sleep Rocking, thinking, silently Watching broadcasts quietly Observe this world, so violently I wonder if the day will be When people live, peacefully Shedding war, with treaty No longer loving fearfully It all could change, if only we Would be the change we want to see We must admit, reluctantly To … More Together
The last years of your life So confined and constrained Arthritis was rife It hurt, and it pained No solace you had But to lay in your bed Retreat to your books Build a world in your head I’ll never forget, Mom All the stories and shows We’d read and watch together To forget this … More When Finally, It’s Built
What if they died? What if that artist Who painted their works So great, yet shunned For personality quirks What if that singer Who hit impossible notes Wasn’t caught up in drama Or the brunt of your jokes What if you focused On content they write Instead of the bullshit The cheap and contrite Why … More What If They Died
What things go through your head When you lay down and no one is there? When you know that no one is listening Is it a dream, or perhaps a nightmare? Do you think of the rest of the world And how we’re all stuck in a cell? Or maybe those shoes you’ve been wanting … More You
You know what’s fake? Saying “well, that was good” “But now let’s try another take” No, instructor, that’s not right If the first take wasn’t good You should’ve had the balls to type: “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m just being real” “But that take there wasn’t good” “It simply didn’t hit the feel” See? It’s easy, … More Critique
I’m so close, Mom I can feel it I’ve kept my post, Mom Done what I said I’d do It’s all about to take off, Mom Please, stay on board with me Your soul has been my compass, Mom It’s the only thing that’s driving me Everything ahead is ‘cause of you And the thing … More To You, Mom
How the World Should Work 