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We Are Kings

We are Kings 

  Over here Over here 

Click clack click clack as our shoes went 

Trampsing on the metal infrastructure below 

Away from the foot traffic on the concrete cinder-stamped leaven  

Gold leviathan above us, carrier of the automobiles 

River run River run below us  

Calling us to jump and leave our perch 

Into the green and unknowing  

She said to us 

You are Kings  

And we basked in it 

The limbo suspended above the River that spoke 

And the bridge that roared 

We sat in the stomach of the Gold Leviathan  

Ignorant and young  

We are Kings 

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Colors

  There are colors here… in my world. my  blacks and greys and whites are mine and all i have.

It is beautiful, the way the white light bounces off the cool grey leaves in the midafternoon, the way a fire changes from black to grey and from grey to black again so quickly.

The white of the sun burns my eyes but i still gaze up.

 At night i leave a light on because the opacity that is the black of night frightens me. I tend to wear mostly greys… lights preferably.

People ask me why i wear such colors and i say i prefer the greys over most blacks… and they look at me funny.

Sometimes i will compliment someone on their lovely choice of grey clothing and again… they look  at me funny.

I wonder why they don't understand my blacks, whites and my greys but that's what the are mine, my colors.

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So I will stand here. 

I won't move

They want me to move but I might just collapse

They don't see the things that cling to my arced back

They weigh me down and others ask me why I sulk

Can they not see? These burdens of such which cling to me?

I would ask someone to help, to lighten my load

But no, they are mine.

So I will stand here.

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This Vessel

I am an empty vessel

My crew is in mutiny and the ones still loosely tethered to sanity have jumped overboard

There is no plank to walk

The sea is an opaque sludge and this vessel poses as a box cutter

The ship mates who have jumped into the sea are swallowed

The sun isn’t kind and he would rather hide behind his precipitous curtains

No one will swab the decks Or man the nest Or tether the sails

They would rather fight over the remaining kegs of rum and the spoils of the captain who now at the bottom of the opacity with a weight tied around his neck

This is an empty vessel.

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I am not afraid of my truth anymore and I will not omit pieces of me to make you comfortable.

Alex Elle  (via alexandraelle)

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I don’t believe in fate

Or luck

But when I see her, I do

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She is a Sweet Poison

Love at first sight, red dress cliche 

Steal your heart, stow it away

Give your all, none to blame

Yet it's not enough, it's just a game

  She is a sweet poison

  Eye as big as the moon

Hair that glows like June

I am a slave yet I see no chains

My body is strong but inside there's pain

Now I'm on my knees

Begging forgiveness oh please

For something I have not done

  She is a sweet poison

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Neil Hilborn - “OCD” (Rustbelt 2013)

"She’d lay in bed and watch me turn the lights off and on, off and on… she’d close her eyes and imagine days and nights were passing in front of her."

Finally, finally, a high quality video of this poem.

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To Find You

Crimson painted is the sky

I promised myself someday that I might try

To find you there and bring you back with me

To hold you in my arms and rid your mind of tragedy

I've kept you in my heart

I haven't forgot you.

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Imagination

Imagination is the only last real thing I can think of...

She is putty in the hands of a artisan

A quill in the hands of writer 

She is a spark in the mind of a dreamer...

Hold onto that childish state of mind 

She will keep you sane

For when everything is ruled by hard facts and realism 

She will be your shelter...

When we forget her, that will be the death of us.

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Tongue Twister

Hope is a hoaxed hoped to hove hopes

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This Is A Must See - (Winter’s Here, Summer’s Lost) By Brook Yung

"Just a raisin in the sun, raised by the rays in the sun, but when the guns get raised the sons get raised"

Incredible world play

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Who

Who am I to say what is great or sublime

Mostly because I'm not right any of the time

I try I try to be a saint

But deep down inside I know that I aint

I've read the books, threw them down piled high

I think I'm righteous, snap out of it, head in the sky

But hopefully when twisted ideas spread like cancer

I'll be there to stand up and look for the answer

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Words

Words are what drive us

Fill us, Bind us

And even be divine to us

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Different (Spoken Word)

My heart pounds to the beat of the drum a small sum dances to

Speaking our own language like some funky kind of Spanglish 

Amongst a vast majority of society spittin' stereotypes

Like it was the new hype

They don't like who I am, That's OK I say

But no, I'm disturbed inside

I've been waiting for my time whens these rhymes won't flip emotions 

On a dime and being an individual isn't a crime...

Hold up wait a minute

Rewind with the sentiment

I put the words down I believe I cemented it

I feel the pain of the people I lamented it...

I've tried to be something something else but I cant, I'm just me

Different

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The City

The man lives alone, alone in his home Tucked far away in the snow Far away from the city he once called his own He had him and they had each other The man perched upon his chair Watching him play upon the cold Earth. He who played, fair skinned and young Was easy to smile Whose stories would make you want to stay awhile Watching made the man happy, made him well Even on the dullest of days, he had a story to tell... za The man fled from his chair Fair skin stained crimson, how could he bare? The man lives alone, alone in his home Where he stays up late with his paper and quill Wondering if his stories might ever compare to Will's.

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The roses, petals scarlet I see as I walk this path of gray I’ve walked it for years Yet they still take my breath away.