tag:fubar.com,2010:blog-271729Mon, 31 Aug 2009 19:24:11 -0700ThoughtzA fubar user blog.
email@example.com (Jim Nezz)fubartag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-1059919Mon, 31 Aug 2009 19:24:11 -07002009-08-31T19:24:11-07:00 Promises<p> </p>
<div class="blogContent"><big>You keep giving me dates and telling me lies trying to tell me change doesn't come easy, it isn't instant. Well, I guess its me that is the problem and I can't wait because my impatience is persistent; but how much longer do you want me to sit here repeatedly and take this shit so conveniently with stride? Should I lay back while you slowly kill yourself inside, because killing yourself is like killing a part of me and I can't sit back as I wither away, so why shall I do the same when it comes to you. I ask myself over and over the same questions as I ask you, but in the end its all a conundrum, an enigma ,which answer escapes so freely like as if it was never shackled at all. What is there to do? This analytical mind is a killer, however, I don't blame it because it is my heart which fuels its passion to search for a solution and mend its broken ways. This is like an infinite torture, even though, its been so few of years. I been through hell, I've spewed some tears and my affection is what I've lost; that capacity to come near. I can't hold you I get so disgusted. The sight of you is so repugnant. That anything you do to show love you have for me could never be so indulgent.</big></div>firstname.lastname@example.org (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/1059919#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-1027355Wed, 27 May 2009 20:05:32 -07002009-05-27T20:05:32-07:00New Song Bi-Polar<p>Check it out on my Myspace Music page - Bi-polar. www.myspace.com/deciphaz</p>email@example.com (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/1027355#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-1023864Mon, 18 May 2009 19:16:53 -07002009-05-18T19:16:53-07:00Woman Pie<p>Woman. These woman. Why do they tease? Play with a guy then expect them not to be mean. They say we create bitches, but assholes don't just generate themselves. I think we coincide like a chef and his pie because one can't exist without the other and I'm definitely not the pie bitch. If anything I made you from scratch. I built you up from the crust and threw my fruit in the batch. You were "Oh So Sweet!" Now what the fuck happened did i burn you and leave you there too long. Or you naturally became bitter because things begin to wither and decay with expiration. I aim to have the best and this was not my expectation. So why should i be deserving of an explanation. I'm a master of my craft, a culinary expert. There is plenty of recipes on these shelves so let me open one up and and take another look for myself.</p>firstname.lastname@example.org (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/1023864#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-961020Sun, 25 Jan 2009 18:24:55 -08002009-01-25T18:24:55-08:00Unconditional LoveI'm a sucker cuz my loves unconditional for all
not divisible by laws so committed through the flaws
its despicable if i shit on you I'm not kidding you
but I don't because I rather not think of you at all
how can I not if I really love slip on a silly glove
and smack me silly up for being such a silly fuck
i talk spill my guts for what u don't give a fuck
It all seems like there's nothing in between the us
or maybe its my vision cuz literally my seeing sucks
or maybe its division cuz you try to appear as tough
either way no fear in us I'm the same but experienced (pronounce experiunced)
I'm the tame got no shame wild as a boxing game
child that until now his pride has to be real proud
about shit he doesn't do cuz that's it enough of you
realize its real lies that doesn't make a real guy
and I haven't ever really tried to cover up the truth
when tested i muster up the proof ready up the troops
because I've been down been around lacing up my boots
I'm patient I'm smooth when u need i get to the roots
no fraternizing with the enemies I'm never in cahoots
email@example.com (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/961020#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-954458Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:12:16 -08002009-01-14T23:12:16-08:00No Easy Changewhile my times elapsing my minds collapsing
All i can say is fuck it thats my reaction
bust it ive busted over 21 and im flustered
lost cuz of house rules an droppin out school
I wear my pride well because im a proud fool
google my how to's and hey's are my how you's
a phase that i now do is the ways i now move
if change comes my way i meet it at high noon
ready to shoot it in the face see it die firstname.lastname@example.org (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/954458#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-954457Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:09:45 -08002009-01-14T23:09:45-08:00 My DaydreamAs simple as it may seem I considered it a day dream
Something that you may deem a little off mainstream
A view turned reality between our two personalities
A mix of emotions a potion of this loves sensuality
An elixir a mixture that got me staying like a fixture
Couldn’t move it with a spoon no giving it a thick stir
No tricks served with games just picture you laying
on my chest like the bar when I get ripped and I train
things aint the same situation but a different terrain
like a railroad switched tracks and flipped over trains
a klepto that stole my heart and left no remains so
silent on a deaf note yet though I hear what ya email@example.com (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/954457#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-954456Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:08:43 -08002009-01-14T23:08:43-08:00Two-SidedGrew up a good kid who got caught in the middle
Wasn't tough at first but wasn't taught to be brittle
Would smile at the beginning show off the dimples
Cuz he thought life was sweet not sour as pickles
When he got Older he learned power and issues
Was a part of his worlds deep structured tissue
He learned the word fuck and had a rush dismissal
He scraped the dirt off him like a brush with bristles
It was a lustful misuse that not only disgusted liberals
But mustard conservatives and moderate venues
He has a crazy mind which is like a diabolical menu
Yet so calm and tranquil give you a ironical Thank you
His worlds collided and his views were logically tactful
A keen sense what to do yet fed up he'll smack you
No talk to get up and ask you he's thinking irrational
Except he would wait calculate a beating to bash you
On any evening leading or proceeding his needing
He's speeding to conveniently deliver like fast food
A in the mask mood which he learned didn't last soon
Because even tinder on timbers wouldn't last through
A night that invites the rights of the rain to dance to
To the wicked world's tunes played on its bassoon
He didn't want to become a pied pipers rash goon
With songs that croon as dark as a masked moon
It gets you as hooked as lighting a brass spoon
And watching the back fume addicted to that doom
Lying to kids about what's going on in the back room
Is like this life and all the lies that these facts firstname.lastname@example.org (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/954456#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-954453Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:02:22 -08002009-01-14T23:02:22-08:00Karma The *itchI love the way you come around
Giving me the every bit of joy
And ounce of pain I showed you
You could grab me on the ass hard
Or give me that light tap
Even though i told u I don't like it
You still do it
I got to watch my every move
be on point
Because if I'm not
I know your going to check me.
When things are great and I'm good
You reward me babe
When I do my dirt
You get me jumped or make me lose money
Its no bargaining with the likes of you
Your one tough one sided Bitch.
You might slide up at any second
Might even give me some lead way
All i know is that you'll catch me
One way regardless
So why not reap the benefits
Ya dig email@example.com (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/954453#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-954451Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:01:29 -08002009-01-14T23:01:29-08:00A Friend But never AgainWe grow older growing apart.
Watching what we once knew flash away.
We're memories now glimpses in the past.
We long for those days but may never see them again.
Its nothing but constant reminders of happiness.
You were there You were true.
Now it would be a miracle to even see You.
You're like bigfoot sightings.
You tend to be random and almost always fake.
Now YouTell Me that we should get together.
What a bunch of bullshit.
I rather believe the bums on the street.
At least they might be telling the truth.
Is it the right thing to say
Is it the just thing to say
Or is it the common polite thing to say
In order to appear friendly.
To Bend with the curve of society.
Looks were beyond us
Now us is even beyond us. firstname.lastname@example.org (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/954451#viewcomments
tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogRSS-271729.post-954450Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:00:46 -08002009-01-14T23:00:46-08:00The Man of Steel
The Man of Steel
Blanket wrapped around my neck
Watching cartoons in my superman undies
Those tighty whities those nut huggers
Thinking i can fly so i jump off my bed
like it was a building to my street floor
Punching the air like it was Braniac
Focusing so hard on staring at nothing
Shooting it with my pretend laser vision
Till i burn a hole or destroy it completely
Then i hop into my closet my own alley
Where i do my quick wardrobe change
And pop out like Clark Kent with glasses
Sit at my desk when typewriters existed
Acting as if i was typing up an article
For the Daily Planet's Perry White
Jimmy and Lois is nowhere to be found
All of a sudden i hear voices in peril
I pull open my shirt and fly away again
Finding Lois is being held hostage by Lex
So I use my cold breath blowing wind
Untill my face is as blue as the breath
freezing Lex into this antarctic iceberg
Freeing Lois from the grips of evil
Superman has saved the day
Those were the days email@example.com (Jim Nezz)http://fubar.com/blog/271729/954450#viewcomments