Poetry · Writing

all, nothing

intentions pure

entrepreneur

the world you will have to endure;

don’t want you to see

the cold black under the world

alone,

it never needs to be that way

all or nothing

a tea spoon of sugar

never hurt anyone

make the world better for everyone

nothing gifted, earned run

all brand new, never a rerun

all for one

Poetry · Writing

snow globes & twizzlers

number one and nobody can fight that

just a hit away an you know it’s like that

everyone around me we beyond that

no one tell a lie no no not a rat

i’ll take it to go young g it’s a wrap,

day ones know i’ll be all the same

playin’ since day one and this is not a game

seen it once and it is fair game

when it all comes crashing down;

i’m the one to blame,

snow globes and twizzlers don’t feel the same

world still burst open,

hold me upside down i’m still floatin’

took a single hit and i’m just quotin’

she took a single hit she is just chokin’

hit the floor now we all broken

Poetry · Writing

space travel

you decided

this earth wasn’t good enough

so you aimed for the sky

scoped rifle takin’ pop shots

rain fire on our home

bombarded hail

sent a post card from mars

replied with a mars bar

an empty picture frames

a half written song

microwave pizza & today’s paper

garfield is still undefeated

you use to read this

back on earth

i don’t know if you remember

but it’s monday down here

what day is it there

do you have enough clothes

what’s the weather like

do you miss cartoons on saturday morning,

like we’re kids;

whatever planet you’re on tomorrow

know earth is watching

Poetry · Writing

static feelings

that for which i feel

i know to be real

can no longer peel

thee electric eel

probably shouldn’t go to deep,

i remember now

had a long fall

eggs over easy

greatest loss of all time

g-eazy;

i know i could have been a little better

stay in an wear cozy sweaters

stay in an write love letters,

that for which i feel

i know to be real

cast away myself

for there i am wilson

Poetry · Writing

will of a builder

i love stories of builders

starting with a dream

everyone telling them

they’ll be nothing, your dream

is one in a million

not a chance

try something the world will appreciate ,

the next part is all the same

‘fuck ’em’

theye built castles

skyscrappers

tested the logic of humans

carved the sacred sky

burned their names;

they knew it would take time

sleepless nights

the will of a builder

to keep moving forward

after the world

had already given up

on you

Poetry · Writing

monkey king; all blue

i want the whole world-

you can’t have it

you’re over reachin’

don’t bother tryin’-

i want it all-

stop sleepin’

always dreamin’

this life isn’t for you boy

give up dreamin’-

this world is mine,

all mine-

in for a bruisin’

crusin’ on empty streets boy just lose it

the streets are callin’

come back just lose it-

maybe their right;

but maybe

maybe not