A bomb drops on a sleeping town And though It may not make a sound The death It brings makes mince of things And turns what’s forward, straight around A mother cries, and hides her son She does Not know where she can run The sirens Blare, as do the guns This will become a … More This Sleeping Town
I’d like to take a moment to discuss the concept of “haters”. Because I believe I have figured something out that makes a lot more sense to me now than it did years ago when I just got started into writing stuff. Human beings are animals. I think we can all come to terms with … More Haters, Explained
Cast in iron, set in stone, my thoughts are never left alone. They sail with me and set me free, living in my every bone. My Ship, it sails, its Mast prevails, catching headwinds, telling tales. But then my Sub sinks down below, and dives through waters, lesser known. Deep currents are so strong and … More My Sub: USS Conscience
Cars and clothes are cool, I guess They’re great when you want girls and sex It must be nice to be so dumb When every line you write is numb Numb from all the things we feel And all the shit that makes life real Bigger houses, bigger banks You paid her tab? Hey … More I Don’t Rap
Masks are nice, they’re pretty, right? Just look at what I wear tonight This suit is fitted – these winds? Or not You’d love all of these things I’ve got All the lights shine onto you When we fall in this photo booth Yeah, its fun, alright I guess How everything lights up that … More Windsor Knots
A man is lost in a dilemma His love, his heart, his dearest Stella She dances, sings, does everything That causes men to offer ring But there’s one knot tied in this chain He never thought he’d love again He was sent off, to war, you see And it was thought, that died, had … More Love
My closest friends, they’re here, I know Em, and Fitz, and Frost, and Poe They do not sit and dine with me They reside in my mind, you see We write, we wonder, work and play We converse every single day Whispers in the wind and skies The glint that’s deep inside my eyes … More My Idols
In his right hand sat a rifle, pointing at his kin In the other there was powder, and it was meant for him Turn the clock back and these two brothers who had played Never would have seen this coming as they grew and aged What is it that we need? Why must we … More These Things Matter
“LONG LIVE THE KING!” The Transition has come, and the night of festivities to celebrate Grr Barker’s ascension to the Bone is at hand. “At last, he is King!” Drunkenly swaying through a tavern full of the finest bitches, Grr Sleepsalot wafts his bowl of ale in the air. “To Grr Barker!!” He shouts as … More The Ward & the Bone: 10
Everywhere I go I always have to make a choice Right or left, up or down, good or bad, I hear a voice Its hard to navigate through all the thoughts and all the faded noise I try to make the right decisions, try to live right and rejoice But you know the devils always … More Angels & Demons
How the World Should Work 