Unchanged

Nothing bleeds worse from the hand than ink
Nothing ever ceases even when the eye of the storm is aloft
And no matter how many times we see injustice
No matter how times we create injustice
We tear a nation, a culture, a society down wall by wall
Brick by brick, stick by stick
Words break the soul, while bones grow cold
It gets old, it gets complicated
The only simple thing in life is a thought
The only reason to ever try is to learn what it means to fall
Running from truth
Chasing after the life
Caught up between 6 strings
The mind flows from this keyboard attached to the heart
In the beginning, in the end
In the middle is what counts
The middle is when you float
The middle is when you fly
But the higher up in the sky
The lower you’ll stoop to dive
Frustrations let them go
Emotions let them flow
Danger is the only thing to know
But looking for the new
In search of something new
Trying to find you
Trying to be you
Trying to see you for you
It happens once, twice, three times and even a fourth
The cause for the cause
The blame for the shame
All that is done is done in vain
And yet it’s going to take the travel of planes and trains
To create a new name
To create a new face
And all you’ll ever find is the same you
A familiar face, unchanged.

Elevated Element

If I hit you with lyrical fire
How would you end the burning desire
With one phrase you could get lower
By one word you could get higher
Scratch the rules of how to write
Just live by the rules of this life
A character in a art form
Is the one who mixes water with fire
Care to elaborate
Yearn to negotiate
If your taken out of your element
Would you know what it is to gravitate
What is meant is more irrelevant
While 90 percent of the mind thinks of foolishness
And it is taught to believe in all the places you have never been
Pictures are what we live for
Pictures dictate how we live other people's lives
But if a picture literally spoke a thousand words
you would be scared out of your mind
I am currently defining a meaning
Looking for a new definition
My generation is pure chaos
Where ignorance is livid
And all we know are parties and clothes
We live our lives as if they're jokes
Our potential leaders keeps secrets dark like the night
But as a poetic philanthropist
Thats a fancy word to disclose what is whit
They flock to my people
Because they feed off of what we write
See its us artist that have the blessing
We see through the lack of people's guesses
They live for our constant words
Cause we're the brave ones who say what we see in our own lives
But wait a second still pay attention
Beyond the void there is a mission
But if you can't recognize it on your own
You are not prepared to take off for flight.

Everything

Everything I’m not, made me everything I am.
So what if I opened my line with a quote from what of the brightest?
So what if I end a line with a word that’s non-rhymin’?
As an artist sometimes I fear my capabilities,
Sometimes I get caught up in using similes.
How far can I go with creativity?
I go with her on journeys…
But if I revealed my best then that would just ruin me.
Pause.
I’ve always have a trick up my sleeve,
Always have had a circadian movement like the bees.
I always wanted to shine like a Benz, but’ I’ve yet to earn my keys.
Some days it’s like prep school asking the teacher “when can I leave?”.
This format is different not difficult ,
The font is not as bold as arial.
My reach can bring my audience close to me.
If I can’t be my self then who can I be?
No I wont take time to pay respects,
No I don’t rhyme to earn my checks,
No I haven’t had a burden as of yet,
Just read my words and yes my guitar has more of a catch.
So what’s next, this is my worst before my best.
Your mind soars higher than planes when reading into the words I connect,
I’m done now I apologize for my nonsense.
Can’t think of a punch line, so good night is how I’m ending this.

What is?

On top of the world
On top of strife
On top of pain
On top of the knife
It feels like life is never hard enough
It feels like it never gets cold enough
Sitting on broken chairs
Chasing a forever dream
Nothing is assumably the right way its suppose to be
What is her name?
Who is that girl?
What going on with you?
The questions always tend to swirl
Living for appreciation
Chasing a demonstration
Can't seem to break the tension
Constantly looking for a way to become a reason
Breaking chains
Holding the grip
Dagger of life
Shaking brawls
Burned that bridge
Gas it all up
Tendencies that occur in the night.
Steady going down the road
And no one ever seems to come in sight
Steady breaking from this mold
Yet still infixed with perplexity
Whats the point
Whats the drive
Whats the focus
What's the reason to try?