Saturday, July 11, 2009
Counterfeit
You're a counterfeit and a fake and a flat out liar/The devil's right hand man a real liar supplier/Fierce piercing eyes that light up like fire/Fabrication in your veins like it's your only desire/You hide behind that mask the main part of your attire/Passing out empty promises like and advertisement flier/Why not be truthful? Is all that I inquire/And do something good that might even inspire/But instead you choose to hang by a thin little wire/And dig yourself deep into a swampy quagmire/Yet your lies revolve like doors and go around like tires/A professional con like a conniver for hire/As your tall tales make sales by the highest buyers.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Superhero Status
My status is superhero I'm powerful and mighty/With claws like Wolverine or spit webs like Spidey/I've got an "S" up on my chest cause I'm all that is man/I'm darker than that Knight with a thieves throat in my hand/I'm laughing at you Jokers trying to cause mass hysteria/Cause I'm backed by a whole team of Avengers with Captain America/You're pathetic and sad as you sit there and sulk/When engaged with rage I can bulk like the Hulk/I'm a Daredevil too and nothing scares me/Not a bad guy or villain, not the worst archenemy/Lex Luthor's got nothing on my superhuman skill/I can shoot lazers like Cyclops and aim for the kill/I am the Punisher and Iron Man combined/Good v.s. Evil like Jekyll and Hyde/The Caped Crusader or even the Green Goblin/I'm on the frontlines, you're sidekickin like Robin/So here's my thesis, I'll rip you to pieces/And dissapear in thin air with my telekinesis/Quicker than Quicksilver and faster than the Flash/I'll spin around you so fast and leave in a dash.
Daddy's Girl
She was sent to me from an angel up in heaven/Born December 3rd 2007/Olivia Jane so beautiful and pure/The greatest love a father can endure/Waterfalls of tears streamed down previously dried cheeks/From the first sight of this miracle so innocent and sweet/A young man becomes a father/A baby becomes a daughter/A young woman becomes a mother with a family to love each other/This life changing event puts on permanent smiles/With play, love and laughter that can be seen and heard for miles/Her big blue eyes and her curly brown hair/The greatest gift from God, a visual beauty to share/Daddy's arms are a protective barrier that no one can penetrate/Wrapped up and secure you will always be safe/I promise to always love you/I promise to always be there/You're my baby angel and I'm not going anywhere/You light up my life and you're my entire world/You will always be forever daddy's little girl.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
AMY
She was only 16, young, beautiful and blonde/She had a lot of friends and a loving family, her life was like a song/Her boyfriend Alex though, used to treat her like garbage/He would hit her and push her everytime a fight was started/One day Amy woke up and had a sharp pain in her stomach/She rushed to the bathroom and began to violently vomit/She grabbed her mother and said, "I need to go to the E.R."/The family got ready and hopped inside the car/They pulled up and rushed Amy to a room/The nurse told the family to wait and that the doc will be back soon/Hours pass by but still no sign of the doc/The family is nervously waiting with eyes up on the clock/Amy's hooked up to wires and machines with surgeons around her body/They're using every method they can to stop the blood from clotting/She has bruises and cuts from a violent altercation/For the staff it's personal, she's not just another patient/Suddenly the machine makes a long BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP and they pause/They did everything they could but Amy was gone/The doc walks in the E.R. to tell Amy's family the bad news/They are all hugging and crying while wipping tears away with tissues/"I am sorry to tell you about your beautiful daughter Amy/But she didn't make it.........and neither did the baby."
Sunday, June 14, 2009
If I had Wings
I feel like i'm standing too close to the edge/If I take one more step it might be my death/But if I had wings, then I could fly/And soar into the highest skies/I could be M.V.P. of the superbowl/Or start my own company and be C.E.O./Whatever I dream, whatever I imagine/I could put into action and make it happen/Rise from the ashes and emerge a warrior/The mirror image of greatness never seen before/The exact replica of everything perfect/The ring leader inside this massive circus/The blueprint of amazing and everything surrounding/My pic in the dictionary with heading.........."ASTOUNDING"/If I had wings I could achieve the unachievable/And make you believe the unbelievable/I would make the untouchable be able to be touched/And open up eyes that would normally be shut/If I had wings I'd conquer the world and everything in it/And even the sky would not be the limit.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Writers Block
It's a nightmare, a terror, the worst possibility/I can't find the words and it's damn near killin me/My pen hits the pad but I can't spill the ink/It's a fight between my mind and my pen at the brink/I'm trying to think every thought that I can/But the thoughts that I think I just don't understand/Biologically my mind has a chemical imbalance/Because usually this comes with an effortless talent/I need medication like antidepressants/Before I go psycho and become schizophrenic/Morphine and Codeine might numb the pain/But the fact remains I have a blank page/Read between the lines, Oh Wait.....nevermind/Because nothing is written between any of mine/This rhyme has a curse and something demonic/Cause having writers block while writing writers block is kind of ironic.
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Make a Change
Life is too precious to be killing our children/Our Boys and our Girls, our Men and our Women/We have to remember that these are our people/Murder and War are simply pure evil/Black and White and Yellow and Gray/Are just colors to me but what do you say?/Guns and Knives are the criminals tools/That shoot and slice and break all the rules/Violence is cancer and the cancer is spreading/What are we doing? Where are we heading?/A puzzle for our youth with missing pieces/Still no answers for our nephews and nieces/Leaders in power and people of stature/Is doing right important? or is it money we're after?/Our values and morals seem to be changing/It once was family but greed is replacing/I suggest you listen to weaping mothers/Who cry out stop we need each other/Their tears engrave a picture in my brain/The time is now lets make a change!
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