Seeing in Fours (Poem)

My advice for active alcoholics is…

If you’re seeing in ones
You’re good
If you’re seeing in twos
You’re a little bit tipsy
If you’re seeing in threes
You might do something you will regret
If you’re seeing in fours
GOD BLESS

I am leaving Twatter for Reddit

I’ve said it a million times, but this time I am serious; I am leaving Twatter. I suffer from mental health issues that are increasingly perpetrated by stupid people. Every day as I go about my routine activities, I am bombarded by sexual harassment, drug solicitation, depraved behavior, and the incessant political ramblings of laypeople who have no clue what they are talking about. Then I go on Twatter and my mind is traumatized by ignorance. 

All the World is a Hoax (Poem)

Living gets harder
Day by day

Time don’t stop
Tears don’t fade
The world gets dumber
The tides don’t change

The only thing that gets better is the smartphone craze

Is there anybody out there?
Is anything real?

All the world is a hoax
You can’t cry when you can’t feel

There’s no sight when you look away
You can’t fight what you won’t stop

Woe to You IsraHELL (Poem)

Woe to you IsraHELL
Mother of lies

Mother of martyrs
Mother of whores

You stoned the Prophets
And burned the scrolls

Sought death for your children
Broke bread with your foes

You raped and pillaged
And broke the commands

Taunted and cheated with blood on your hands

An abomination is what you’ve come to be
The Lost Ten Tribes are death under your feet

The Hell that Stands Before You (Poem)

I take it all in
And then I spit it out 

Like a hurricane coming
Toward your famine and drought

And as the rain keeps coming
And the sun won’t sun

And the birds won’t sing
And hives all die

I’m a wave to your summer
While you’re at the beach 

And skies are clear
And your mind is at ease

Topheth (Poem)

Topheth is stacked with an abundance of wood
Woe to the kings who are up to no good

Woe to the nations of blasphemous glory
The beginning of light is the end of your story

Woe is the sulfur that comes down like rain
It’s the end of drought and the beginning of pain

Woe is the fire that sets it ablaze
The flood of the righteous at the end of dayz

Problems in My Head (Poem)

I got problems in my head
Sometimes I say the things I wish I didn’t said

Sometimes I do the things that really make so sense
Sometimes I lay around all day and fart in the bed

I got lizardz in my mind
I can feel them taking over from time to time

Sometimes it feels like my body isn’t mine
At times I feel I got no choice but to die

I got venom in my veins
Bloodfire that shoots before it aims

Letters (Poem)

I
Pile
On
Words
Like
A
Stack
Of
Letters
In
Hope
They
May
Find
A
Way
To
Your
Heart

Paucity (Poem)

The following is a poem I wrote upon asking my followers to give me a word to make a rhyme out of. The word was paucity…

I’m out on my last stint
Doing that shit
That plausibly
Such an atrocity

I never met a fool
Who can do what I do
With audacity
And an apostrophe

I lit a fire up under my ass
And it burns
But it feels so good
Viva la hood

Stuck (Poem)

Every day is the same

I wake up wishing I hadn’t
And go to bed hoping I’ll never wake up

I get a little bit older
And a lotta more cold

This bitterness inside drags me to the floor
A baby fit tantrum that never seems to get old

I put a ball on my chain
Then kicked it through a wall

Now I’m stuck in the middle of yesterday and tomorrow

I don’t know how to quit buggin
I don’t know to have faith