ANT the RANT Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
Apathetic to protect what beats so fragilely,
Pathetic to think I could defeat feelings that I truly believe,
Sympathetic to such a degree, that other people couldn't care to see,
When a heart bleeds, what pours out is what we unwillingly concede,
We hold fast to our dreams, and don't speak of these things that make us weak,
We wear our masks, and conceal our true selfs, for fear of being a human being,
Emotionally upside down, so much that we can't tell the floor from the ceiling,
So we sit spinning on ceiling fans, grinning ignorant and feeling grand,
Watching the coffee table circle around our dangling hanging hands,
reaching for the remote for a semblance of control, over our daily demands,
In this digital world, of holograms, and personality scams it's hard to be a man,
My keyboard holds the key to my plans, I hit.. Option, then Escape, with Command.
Abort task, and learn to just sit back and relax, and read between the lines like a fax.
Crazed2APoint IM AN ENIGMA WRAPPED IN FOOLISHNESS said:
I keep my ear to the street,
and i listen to it's heartbeat,
look all around me, see roses growing right from the concrete,
feed it with drops of my blood but keep it discreet,
showing signs that i care will be used against me,
constantly, begging for a lil bit of sanity,
sorry, that was my insanity speaking...
i actually love my fucked up mentality,
brutality is more my thing,
fatality to quickly ends things,
i'm at my wits end thinking about the same things...
on a day to day basis,
i see all to familar faces,
those who are faithless,
and the ones so phony they're faceless,
i begin to feel restless,
but the blood is never on my hands, i'm like steel, i'm stainless,
use your brain less and less,
puts a stop to all progress,
so keep it moving and the future can be anybodies guess,
i've never claimed to be the best,
i'm a realest, i'm heart felt just get things off my chest...
the realest person you'll ever know in your life,
the type to snatch life right from your windpipe,
you won't miss it you weren't even using it right...
taken everything for granted,
seeds already planted....
weeds growing in the garden i always seen it comin,
you gave into temptation and left your world dented,
try to reach for the sky but your feet were cemented,
and i did that to teach you a lesson and cus i am demented...
been having an odd world view lately,
but hopefully the apathy i feel daily,
will be something locked in my personal history
can only move forward when your mind state is right
happiness is a real and always worth the fight
so i take my deep breath and remind myself every night
that all apathy aside, each day i wake can be alright
ANT the RANT Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
Reel the real, mirror's in my face, but the image... is never really clear,
so surreal... to feel... so artfully artificial, articulate aficionado, with automatic android tears, I avoid crowds to get my inner-thoughts clear, from the pressures of an inner-city atmosphere, I sit amongst the winners there, in class to pass, but played the rear, a player punk'd by the pressures of his peers, learned to lead, concerned with what it takes to succeed, I used to burn the weed, then I turned 30, and needed to breathe, needed to believe in me, goals needed to be achieved, reality, live the life outside the 2D screen, no lies on live tv, my eyes too tired to see, these guys are nothing that I strive to be, so I walk in righteous dignity, self-assured defined by my own kind of divine divinity, my holy trinity, is mind, body and spirituality, heart on my sleeve, so hard to believe, until you sit and cry with me, I'm no angel, but I try to be, see the angle from a wide degree, 360... 5 days left to bleed, calender pages, fall to the floor like loose leafs, can't always be kickin it like bruce lee, fists of fury, clintching a fifth, with vision's blurry, Judas in my midst, keep your judgments for the jury, and I'm not budging, there's no hurry, budget the morally bankrupt, and give the opposite, big bucks, to those that deserve a come-up, Let's see what type of world will turn-up, for the rest of us, In Corrupt We Trust, the symbols on my currency, interestingly enough, go unnoticed as long as we can buy stuff that we love, I'm too in love, to practice tough-love, so I fantasize over lady luck, I want to rough-her-up, compromise my values, because the value, I place on valuables, validate, the validity, of my existence in this universe, sorry no time for you and I to verse, I'm on my way to buy my second wife, a designer purse, and a pack of lifesavers, to symbolize that my life's work got worse, haunted house in the middle of the suburbs, I'm such a giver, so I selfishly act charitable, the child on tv gets his or her, a life fully sponsored, but all I need is the life that I deserve, so I sit out on the side of the curb, disturbed, like the rest of the garbage on a Thurs, a hope to be recycled, or at the least get my life refurbished, with some superficial polish, and I'm nervous, hoping that my true colors don't surface, rusted faith, bruised, busted and scraped, with war-paint, mirror's in my face... but the image... is never really clear, just like I said in the first place. here to repeat the same mistakes, groundhogs day, same day, different year, trapped in between time and space, or however we define the moments that we waste away... before it all disappears.
Crazed2APoint IM AN ENIGMA WRAPPED IN FOOLISHNESS said:
Hard to decipher thoughts, of past things fought,
pride and happiness can't be bought, remember all you're taught,set to walk the walk, never listen to things people talk,
haters stalk, try to trip you up on your way to the boardwalk,
big money dreams, busting at the seams, precise like a laser beam,
cut from a different cloth extra clean, you push weight in the streets but i stay lean,
look at everything i'm seeing, have seen, maniacal laughter from below from the unseen,
demons around the scene, always come extra mean, unforeseen circumstances try to take away sights so serene...
brain hemorrhaging events, never knew what they meant, i'm always on a search for things that are heaven sent...
set to create happiness in any event, resentment leads to self confinement, so shackled i have never been,
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