With severed nerves and bones cracked by stone,
I lie awake to see the damage you’ve done.
I can see that it looks bloody and very brutal,
But the pain I feel is but a tingle.
See, sticks and stones can break my bones,
But even ill I’ll still stand.
And words can hurt, and cut like knives,
But nothing will ever stop me, you should know that first hand.
You can take what you gave,
Burn it, bury it, or take it to your grave,
And I won’t even think to search.
I can do better alone,
Look, watch, listen to what I’ve shown,
Because for me its not too late.
Even in this blinding disease,
It seems I can clearly see,
No matter when, where, or which tragedy,
I’ll always be what’s best for me.

-[Baby.][htm]

I realize a lot of my poems and writings(including this one) are personal.. personal scenerios, situations, emotions, and complaints.. I write a lot about myself, and I’m seeing that, I don’t want to do that. Its against what I “preach”.. I do have a lot to say to help people and to show people.. and this personal shit, is just wasting the time I can be using to speak about those other things.. so I’m going to really try and write more about the world, and less about me.. I know this will be difficult and that I may possibly be selfish and end up writing personal shit. But… Failure makes for a bumpy road to success. But a bumpy road makes a trip seem like an adventure… wish me luck.

-[Baby.][htm]

“I look at you and I see two men. The man you are, and the man you ought to be. One day those two will meet.”

I’ve got a lot on my mind, I’ve got a lot to say.
But no one will listen.
I feel like I’m in prison
Crying out to God about my being lonely
And He ignores me.
I’m left helpless in this mess.
And no one will adrress my stress
And it hurts..
Its the worst.
Knowing I’m not the first
To be living 6ft beneath dirt
Lying to myself saying its a blessing not a curse..
But this is just my shout out for attention
And I guess I’m just not trying hard enough.
Maybe I should tie a rope to my neck before trying to make you listen.
Easy come, easy go,
So I guess that’s why I’m in
Here living the hard life.
Got a blade in my hand and my skin ain’t on the knife..
.. Kuz its for you..
The world I know and those I’ve yet to meet.
My goals are far out of reach and the path is steep.
Go to sleep..
You can’t hang with me.
I might be no where but I’m living free.
You just rolled over like a bitch,
Sucking and fucking
and giving into the system so you can stay rich.
But you have no dreams, no reason to live,
And if I could, I would,
I would save you
But there’s these 2 fucks that I just don’t give.
Go die..
.. on your own time
Kuz your a waste of mine and its fine that you wine,
Kuz I have my headphones on,
And nobody’s listening..

[This is just a peak inside, a dark mind,
A look within a poet with no paper.
The music’s up, and I’m looking down,
While your screaming for someone to come save you.]

-[Baby.][htm]

I am the herald.. and great things will come from my name.
I will speak of destruction, but only to steer you away..
I will tell you where we live and how it all may seem,
But then I’ll speak of how we must be..
I have the power to change the world,
Or to atleast inspire the one who will..
But only if you choose to listen
And spread the word about all the blood I spill.
I drip for you,
So drink my blood as if its wine.
Inhale the message I send,
And i’ll send it ‘til I breathe this final breath of mine..
I’m fighting for air, I fight to live,
I fight for you and me,
I won’t stop, I won’t compromise,
I was sent by TheMeltedKing..
Listen and live, my people,
Or deny and walk away,
You can choose your own destiny,
But in the back of your mind..
… you know you should just listen to me..

-[Baby.][htm]

I don’t care how many times you tell me, its your home, not mine. My home with you was ruined a long time ago. I don’t blame you for what you did, I’m glad your happy. But it doesn’t mean my life is going to adjust instantly. But reguardless, yes, I’m your kid, but not A kid. I’m a man. I make my own. And i’d rather be homeless than to live under someone elses roof for free. I’m not a leach, and I’m not a vulture. I’m no parasite. I work for what I need and for what I want. I understand, pride is a curse and that everyone should accept offered help at times, but just because I understand doesn’t mean I agree. I feel guilty when I’m just handed something. Life might be beautiful, but she’s also a bittch. I’m glad she’s not a slut, it’d be too easy, and easy come, easy go. Everything worth having, is worth earning..

The last super with the MeltedKing.. love you bro. I kant let you dwn..

Hey bro, why tonight.?? I kan 2moro.!! Postpone the pills bro.!!

I kant seem to find my muse .. he left Me all alone.. just when I needed him the most.. when everything else is already gone.. I kant rite, I kant read, I kant stand my thots or even wat I kan see.. this sea.. this ocean of pain that I kant even feel, too numb to know if its even real.. I look through my windshield but see my past, and when I go to check the rearview I stare too long and krash.. in the middle of no where, I should be used to the scenery, but no matter how long I’ve been here, it still scares the hell out of me.. and I kant find help..but not kuz no one has offered, but beause I trust no one else.. so all thats left is to fiend for Myself.. I try to make my empire, like I know we were born to do.. but I kant seem to find the surroundings that I have been taught to use.. so I keep to my small army of Me, Myself, and I.. and try to help each other out the reapers eye.. but now my team is divided up, kuz we kant seem to see, jus where Myself has gone, oh where kan my muse be..

-[Baby.][htm]-

Missouri…gettin windy and kold.. but its gud to b out..reguardless the situation..

outside a subway in oklahoma.. a chick that works ther was cheering me on. Haha.

leaving town now.. for my short akoustik tour… will b stoping in every state frum texas to minnesota playin my guitar in front of strangers and pretending I’m on tour. :)

dallas.. jus passin thru tho.. pretty. :)