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Another Piece of God's Art

"Slipping into a coma, the emptiness of a dreamless sleep.
Nightmares filling your head, where nothing is what it seems.
You're underground, desperately tryna' find your way out,
tunnels all around, but doors are no where to be found.

The ground has no traction, and you're floating above air.
Tryna' hold on to something, but there's nothing there.
And then you fall, and all you can hear,
is the rippling of your clothes, and the wind in your ear.

And just before you hit the ground,
you feel something grip you, without making a sound.
The next thing you know you're looking into a Man's eyes.
You feel safe but afraid, all at the same time.

That's when you wake, but you were never asleep.
And you're lying in a bed, with the Man at your feet.
He welcomes you to His kingdom, and into His heart,
and He finishes his drawing, another of piece of God's art."

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This poem is about one's struggle to find God. About having to search, and feeling hopeless. Like we aren't really traveling through Hell, but we are searching with no idea which way we are going, blanketed in a coat of black. Like an infinitely deep hole with a small stream at the bottom, and you've just got to hope to find that stream. Then when you think all hope is lost, you realize that He has been sitting there, waiting for you, pulling you out of the darkness Himself, knowing you would look for Him. He accepts us into His kingdom. It's as if we are a piece of art, and he is adding on to us everyday..

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Gone With the Wind

The Earth cracks, the plates slide, and we fall of track.
The sun freezes over, and color is beginning to lack.
We fall back, lay in this wake of destruction,
as apocalyptic thoughts grab us, from every direction.

Our life flashes like the lightening in the sky,
the thunder rumbles, and it rains down, as we begin to cry
Time stops and we're still, as a volcano erupts,
the ashes rain down and form clouds, and all we hope for is luck.

But what is luck? What is it to us, but an empty wish.
It's nothing but something we hope for, and we're hopeless.
But it's a possibility, that feels impossible to me,
but it's a picture that I gotta paint, but canvases aren't free.

So I sit as a tornado forms right in front of my eyes,
and I'm scared, but I stand up, and finally realize,
that I gotta fight. Or I'll forever be denied.
I'll forever be alone, and I'll never get it right.

I see a piece of paper, and I think of an easy solution,
it's crumpled up, and you've gotta open to be able to read it.
But it's a blank page, nothing but a piece a paper.
You watch it float in the wind, you'll write a story on it later.

It's gone, Gone Away With The Wind,
you tried but you're own game beat you, you can't win.
No matter the pen, the ink is your blood, it comes from within,
just don't lose it, cause once you lose it then its Gone With The Wind.

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Imagine Depression

As I, sit here and I stare up at the night sky,
The cool air rushes past, and it's a moonless night
I listen to leaves bristle in the gusts of wind,
and the howling of the smooth air, and it's my friend

They say there's always a rainbow at the end of a storm,
well I'm still picking up the pieces while another storm is born
And while my last scar is healing, more of my skin is torn,
These last few months, I can't figure out what has been going on

So I, put these words together like it's gonna change anything,
If anything I'm doing nothing but hanging on to my dignity
I already lost my pride, I put it up on the shelf,
So that when you laugh at me, I laugh along, at myself

Cause nothing you can do can phase me, this life is a maze see
You just gotta stop by and take a glance to learn I'm amazing,
Because I made it here, without giving up,
and there's a long road ahead of me before I blow up

As my body deteriates, my soul is still alive
My mind is ahead of me, I'm living before my time
But in my mind, what I'm doing is right,
And I know I'm losing, but at least I'm putting up a fight

I'm scared off the odds, because the results could be drastic,
I'd rather hide my face, so like Halloween I mask it
And the mask fits, so I choose to wear it
Then like my face, the pain hides, and I can finally bare it

I just, roll along like everything is good,
knowing that I'm nothing, but I'm doing what I should
This depression is taking over, who would've known that it could
I need some shade for a while, so I slip inside of my hood

I try to, dream better dreams and live better days,
Knowing that the end of that road is miles away
There's no stop lights, just an on going road,
I've got no compass, my heart is tell me which way to go

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This Is Poetry

On the verge of insanity, judging myself by the man in me,
My judicial thoughts are overwhelming, it's like every time I stand I sink,
I guess if life was all true, then it would all be wrong,
We wouldn't have the hurt feelings, to make us strong, 

But, how are you gonna stand there and instist that I hear you out,
I'm not gonna stand and listen, when all you do is scream and shout
I've reached my boiling point, now I'm beginning to steam,
My lungs are aching for air, but in my head I just wanna scream

My life could go either way, just depends on my gravitational pull,
I've been writing poetry since my days in gradeschool,
But I'm not cool, I've never been, but this is the air I breathe,
I didn't have to learn the alphabet, the alphabet learned me

It's like, when I'm not writing I'm wearing a straightjacket,
I'm held up in a ball and I'm stuck, it's like a bad habit
I'm mad at it, but choose not to dwell on nothing, I'd rather be happy,
But I won't be truly happy until I reach the top of the tree, this is poetry

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Please Lord

This way that I feel, these dreams that I'm having
The rage that's held in, please Lord, let me release
The bottled up anger, laced with the bad memories
When will things change? Please Lord, Let me release

I search for the change, and I seek it through the shadows
I wish for this to stop, please Lord, make it decease
As the emotions boil, and the imagery is set, I paint
But the picture is all wrong, please Lord, make it decease

I can't erase the memories, the shell to thick to crack
Help me discover my path, and please Lord, let me release
The wisdom unheard of, gone in a single flash, to where?
Help me find my soul, and please Lord, let me release

I imagine a better place, in your arms is where I belong
Until then I'm alone, please Lord, make it decease
A victim of a broken home, and outcast to even myself
Questioning my mind, please Lord, make it decease

Lead me in the direction, you already know where I'll go
I'm lost and I need your help, but please Lord, let me release
Tired in these empty hallways, dehydrated of your love
Make me whole again, but please Lord, let me release

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I Wonder

You know I wonder, what's our position look like to you?
The emotions we felt for eachother, to you were they ever true?
Nah, you were looking right through, searching for a place to nest
You found my weakness, piled the sticks and layed down for your rest

I gave you my best, at least give me a little recognition
I'm still trying, as you watch me limping, stuck in this position
My skin's itching, find me a cure or leave me to ache
The weight that you've already given is more than I can take

Through my eyes, I saw your presence as another apendage
Now the colors are black and white, the shades of an afterimage
So I stay in this orphanage, hidden behind these walls
I lost the spark to my flame, and drank the gas to it all

How did I fall? I could've swore I was standing straight
But if it's not meant to be, let it be 'cause its fate
And open the gate, to better things let the wind blow
When people step on the fallen leaves, hear the crunch and let go

It's destiny, so let me be free, to fly high
I wanna rest in Heaven, and when the times right I'll glide
But until then, I'm gonna have to learn to survive
And someday I'll feel no pain, until then, I'm alive

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In a Writer's Mind

There's a reason by my rhymes, but the angles acute,
Read inside of the lines, I'm only heard by the deaf-mute
The dead truth, is questionable you ask me for a fable
I'll let you respond to your self, see if your mind is able

'Cause Cain and Able, solved the first problem with violence
Violence will always be an option, until the devil is silenced
Let the violins, string on but there's never gonna be peace
We're missing a piece, unity is what we need at the least

Let the beat, roll on so you can vibe out in your zone
Let it provide you with privacy, so in the beat you're alone
And know, that inside of the beat is a million thoughts galore
Walking into those thoughts, is like opening up a locked door

You clocked war, within time the battlefield will immense
You're in the mind of a writer, and the war is intense
In past tense, it was hard but you made it and you slayed it
You knocked on a writers mind, so the writer portrayed it

In A Writer's Mind, you see through the Earth's core
In A Writer's Mind, you boil the lava and you destroy
In A Writer's Mind, you're a warrior in an innocent frame
In A Writer's Mind, you turn the alphabet insane

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State of Mind

I wanna fly away to Cloud 9, and live in a euphoric state of mind
Every thought is another tic, on the the inevitable hands of time
Go to my utopia, and be carried by golden chariots with silver trim
Fly above a sea of angels, and never feel any pain again

But instead, I learned to make art out of scribbling lead,
Entering another dimension while I had head rushes flush through my head
And flashbacks attack and jump at my back, when strength lacks
With venomous ways, it's torturous but I learned to strike back

Every bad night is awaken by an even brighter day,
And while the moon hides low, the sun comes to brighten the way
So fight for today, tomorrow might not come burden free
Think better thoughts, unlock better locks, and better is what you'll be

Somethings are better left unsolved, I'm not Sherlock Holmes
But I'm a detective who detected how to fight wars, with out leaving my home
I'm blacked out with no emotion, frozen over and told that I cant shine
They tried to take my light, but I'm to bright, when I scribble out a rhyme

And as the rain drops fall, we all stand up taller
We all get manipulated, we're all wearing a shock collar
It doesn't matter the reason, that you're hiding in the dark
Every last soul, has a route to it's heart, through its spark

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Call Me Skitzo

If I walk across scolding coals, does that make me unstoppable
If I steal metaphors, does that make me a mastermind UN-robbable?
That's improbable, but it's not impossible for the phenomenal,
Call me Skitzo, I'll shatter monk monastery windows, that's illogical

With unimaginable skills, imagery on the metaphorical canvas 
Painting a picture with no paint, just ink that sinks to Atlantis
Rhymes that blow through the atmosphere's 9th layer because it couldn't handle,
The schizophrenic master of ceremonies,  mind implanted with an infinite lit candle

Hidden in the chamber of secrets, with a key made of optoelectronic stone
In a cove under the Pacific Ocean, after walking a bridge of gold
As legend has it he goes schizo, while futuristic intelligence unfolds
It's said he was born through a pen, he rests on the alphabets soul

He could form an eclipse and hand out epilepsy just by writing a rhyme,
Shatter building in milliseconds, or frighten an emotionless mime
Miscalculations at birth, infused with metaphors born into his mind,
He's more advanced then modern day science in the year 3009,

Slice open his inner cranium, and watch ink leak from is brain
Because we was born into a notebook, born to be lyrically insane
Outlandish metaphorical achievements, and he's quick to do it again
Thirteen years old, and 20 years ahead of anyone in the game

His knowledge is justified as a mystery wrapped an enigma,
Illiterate punchlines suffocating while suffering from amnesia,
While thoughts lurk around the corner, a firewall creeps up,
And blocks incoming ideas, while lecturing on how to keep up

A brain overloaded with intellect, hard drives at maximum capacity,
Like Leonardo da Vince,  with untouchable metaphorical imagery,
Come in and see, how Skitzo lives unreliably maniacally
The maniac in black and white, who lives in his notebook like a penitentiary

The profressor living prophetic, prophesying a diabolical prophecy,
The paradox of the underground, self established and raised to fight nightmares with dreams,
The living equinox, solar and lunar eclipses take place with in me
Intimidating the space time continuum, with black holes that negatively defend me

Call Me Skitzo, not an alter ego, it's me and he's speaking out,
Try and research the possibility to withhold the knowledge, you won't find anything about,
You're all programmed to believe that I'm under you, but I doubt,
You've ever heard the legend of Skitzo, so watch the sounds that come out of your mouth

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I'M Irreplaceable

I slip my headphones on, and I begin dreaming,
my desk is my alter, and the Heavens is what I'm seeing.
My pen is the bridge, and this paper is the gate,
writer's block is the pad lock, the only thing in the way.

I click open my pen, and begin to release from within,
my blood runs as deep the ink, and washes away my sins.
My thoughts are the cross, and my burdens act like a wreath.
Razor sharp thorns cut me, as I'm trying to catch my breath.

My enemies are the whips, hitting me in the back,
tying me down with chains, just to get a little laugh.
My lyrics are my message, what got me here in the first place.
My mind is my shovel, digging the hole to bury my scarred face.

Then the beat stops, and I wake up from my trance,
I hit replay and try again, I only got one chance.
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.


The track starts again, and I slip back into my sleep.
My pen is my gun and the paper is my enemies.
Writers block is my holding cell, and the key is my mind,
my mind is the problem, because it locks itself up all the time.

The beat is my pulse, slowing down before it drops,
then picking up the pace, while adrenaline does it's job.
My words are the bullets, penetrating your skin,
your body is still intact, but you're shattered within.

The lead is the streets, giving me countless ways to go,
the eraser gives me the ability, to never leave my home.
Every word is a stray bullet, it'll connect it won't.
My enemies are my targets, I either hit 'em or I don't.

But I'll keep shooting, until this lead goes dull,
I'm giving it my all, but at least I'll always know one thing,
I'm Irreplaceable.