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creativityscreation — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 11:05:57 +0000

Probably should have gone Eminem by now, but I figured I’ve got too many peanuts in the gallery.

creativityscreation — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 11:03:34 +0000

Wishy-washy, see that’s the best you got.

Would have known years ago, would have dropped you like you were hot.

Now we’re on the billboards on the highways for all to see

People slowing down just to get a better look at me.

Wishy-washy, see that’s the best you got.

Would have known years ago, would have ran before I was caught.

Won’t try to use the same words; I’ll try to switch it up.

Old school response to what, you answer “stuff.”

The new school’s taught me a thing or two, though.

Painted face on your rear end, fake, snake, and foe.

Never know which way you’re looking.

You can’t see feet in front of you but you keep walking.

Nobody eats the food you make, but you keep cooking.

You don’t listen to yourself, but you still keep talking.

Melodies up and down; chromatic sounds float through the air.

Beauty and love, that once played with care

Are wrinkled and twisted in looks of blank stares

Empty nods and loose jaws cocked to the side as saliva drips

Nurse Judy comes along and tells you to sip,

But slippery slopes often lead to slips.

Down and down you fall off the words of your very own lips.

creativityscreation — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 08:16:50 +0000

Cluttered is what life is now.

Muttered words strewn across the floor,

Disarray in the midst of organized bliss.

Don’t miss the best part of this, though.

You know the answer without asking, yet you ask anyway.

Shuttered is what life is now.

creativityscreation — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 09:14:05 +0000

A long run forgotten
Remembered only by the dull tread of the shoes
Blackened and worn by the steady beating of the pounds,
Sounds, and ground.
Muscles begotten unto earth’s own truths
All fighting for the same thing, round by round,
The body collapses:
One more relapse
Perhaps
He’ll walk again someday on the sun.

creativityscreation — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 09:08:21 +0000

There’s no such thing as a mystery without wonder
And no such thing as being without matter.
But if we’re mysteries of being,
The wonder’s all that matters.

creativityscreation — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 04:22:06 +0000

For every foreigner, a border.
For every intruder, an alert.
For every murderer, a weapon,
And for every victim a hurt.

For every thought, a decision.
For every reaction, a mission.
For every fission, a collision,
And for every death, a flirt.

For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.

creativityscreation — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 04:01:29 +0000

Forced to direct indirectly
Like a spinning top
Pulled by gravity
Down and down

Pushed to hold on indefinitely
Like a hanging drop
Dragged by hope
Down and down

creativityscreation — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 03:59:29 +0000

Shortest, short and shorter.
Words become breaths and heartbeats.
In and out the lungs move with every pulse
Until the eyelids shut
The cords are cut
And the period ends the sentence.

creativityscreation — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 09:14:59 +0000

Little girl, hold your head up and cry.
Let the tears fall from your face.
Little girl, hold my hand tight and lie.
We’re all we need in this time and place.
Little girl, did you see the shooting star?
It flew by as it shot across the sky.
Little girl, it’s a promise and a blessing:
Thunder rolls and lightning strikes explain why.

creativityscreation — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 09:10:42 +0000

Dimly lit porches across
From burning torches; a cross
Appearing from the clouds,
Masked by anguish and pain,
Felt in the heart and soul,
Bloody and clean, but stained.

One in the same together
One man, one name; whether
Or not you believe it all
He’ll believe in your pursuits.
Plant yourself in what is righteous
And cling to your roots.