My Attempt at Poetry.

I can see it now.

The motivation, the drive, the push, the smoke, the effort, the friction from the heat from the grind on the street.

 All in the name of who? What? Them? Sure.

They watch and pull the strings that keep their little system pure.

But I can feel it now. The rising of the tide, the weeping of a bride,

the sadness of a child and the struggle of the working mans pride.

For a century now the majority slept with eyes wide shut BUT!

No longer, the information is all free and the masses they grow stronger.

 How could anyone just sit back and accept that a man is not anymore entitled to the sweat on his brow,

But a man in a suit is allowed to impose heavy taxes on the meat from a farmers cow.

The structure is a mess and  we are starving for a new direction

maybe some adjacent foreign country could put us through a “biological weapons inspection”.

 We seem to have forgotten that there is a higher capability in a truly equal society

and what I am about to propose might get some one up in the sky's eye on me.

Think about the future of when you have your first child,

what kind of life do you want for them,

will you keep sleeping and hide in denial.

Or will you open your eyes and breathe with me for the first time,

and shout at the ones responsible:

 “ YES, THERE IS SOMETHING FUCKING WRONG!”

It's time for us to stand strong and take back the country that is meant to be ours.

Because lets face reality, there is 373.9 Million of us and 535 of them.

Who do you think would win in a fight on the street.

Prologue (The Sanctified 7)

      I have always wanted to right a book and the other day I had a completely outrageous, random, outburst of creativity that is really coming together as a unique world I have never really seen the likes of before. I thought I would put this first bit of what I have so far up just so see what people think about it. I have already sent it to a few of my close friends and have gotten consistently good reviews. Enjoy,but please keep in mind that any concepts in this are my personal intellectual property and I would appreciate if you didn't steal anything from me. Hope you all like it!

" So this is how it all ends" he thought, kneeling at the center of the battle field clenching his teeth in

anger as the blood and bile ran freely from his maw. "Pain" that single word had taken on an almost absence of meaning in his existence over the course of the last few millennium, but he felt it now, and he accepted it with open arms as the whole of the revolution stabbed and, slashed, and gouged at his rapidly falling defenses. "If only they knew what they were doing, If only these "heroes" had an inkling of what they were about to unleash they would think twice about their actions." As his life force continued to fade he felt the remaining arms of evil slowly encroaching upon the barren lands that he and his brethren had built with their bare hands.  He struggled to maintain consciousness amid their onslaught reflecting on everything that had happened, the necessities of his actions. The seemingly cruel tactics utilized by him and his brethren to maintain the country were always perceived as unfair, or inhumane, when in reality the actions that were thought to be oppressive to the people, were the same actions that kept something far worse than themselves at bay. He felt it's presence readily waiting on the outsides of the nether its grasp cold and harsh on his mind, smiling with anticipation. He was the last of the Demi-gods, the last of the Sanctified Seven, the final line of defense for the rabble, and he had failed, destroyed by the same thing he was trying to defend. He managed to look up from the ground and gaze upon the sea of bodies pulsating before him, spitting and cursing as they tried to finish him off. The crowd began to part and he saw him, their leader. Approaching to apply the final blow that would ultimately lay waste to this land. "XETHRIS! Your Iron grasp on this land has finally come to an end!" The crowd cheered as he drew his blood  soaked blade from its sheath. "Your brothers!-" He paused mid sentence to lay his first strike directly across his neck, sparks and blood flew as enchanted steel 

met Strengthened bone "have already met the same fate-" with a similar pause he lay his second blow across the side of his skull causing blood and sparks to spray into nearby brush catching them on fire.  "With your death I announce the freedom of my people! And the beginning of a new age in this world" The ignorant revolutionary  planted the tip of his enchanted blade just inside the center of his diaphragm. "Do you have anything left to say before I lay waste to your corrupted soul?" Xethris looked up from the ground directly into the eyes of the man who held his life. He sneered at the cliche of his appearance, at the self righteous ideals that drove his sword, but mostly that such a man was able to topple gods. He reached out into the man's mind. He was a proud man full of worry for his sons, discerned at the future 

that lay ahead of them. Then Xethris spoke with his true voice for the first time in many hundreds of years causing the earth to tremble as every syllable passed through his lips. "With my death comes your demise" He reached out and pulled the sword deeper into his chest until it pierced his body entirely, and then as one final act of defiance, he unleashed thousands of years of his memories into the man allowing him to realize what he had done, the justification of the Demi-gods actions, the truly righteous intent of their rule and the final outcome of his revolution. The man stared into the eyes of the dying Demi-god wishing he could take it all back. The horrors of what had been injected into his mind was far beyond human comprehension. As he removed his sword from the chest cavity of Xethris, he took his final raspy breath and the dim glow faded from his eyes as he fell to the hard stone floor. Cheers erupted from the crowd, entirely oblivious to the intimate contact that  had just occurred in an instant before their eyes.The man turned to his followers with a face of frenzied dissolution. When they pleaded for a speech from their new 

king he said simply "We are all doomed...." and slit his own throat before them.

My first song.

Hey look, the lyrics to my first song. Thoughts?

Well darling ill tell you if you ever ask me that question that you always do
If this would have worked out then just be assured all I would have wanted is you
but mask all your hatred and silence you footsteps because what I'm saying today
is all of the texts and the letters you send are just cannon fodder to me.

And please don't get my motives distorted Because shit could start to look bad (on me!)
because everyone knows that behind all your yelling there's a personal reason you're sad.


 Screams-  All those fucking lies!

I told you twice

Screams- You don't mean shit to me!

You never changed

Screams- Fucking listen close

The song goes out to you

Screams- For what you put me through!

I'm writing this as just a reminder that this was all your fault because for once this time ill finally get a chance to be right instead of you.
So cast out another line I don't care if you're fucking crying just keep me out of your life
and you wont have any problems with mine.
Just wallow in your footsteps and give no divide because I've already said this a million times
 If you fucking put in what you expect to get out maybe next time you'll get another try. Its okay to be lied to if the timing is right as long as shes not the one next to me crying all night.


Screams-  All those fucking lies!

I told you twice

Screams- You don't mean shit to me!

You never changed

Screams- Fucking listen close

These words were made for you

Screams- For what you put me through!

Reminiscing on you and that silent disaster



Screams- I WASH MY HANDS OF YOU!

General thoughts.

              If you haven't noticed the pacing of this blog has changed a little bit. I have grown up alot and my values have changed a good bit since my old content. I still thoroughly plan on telling the rest of my stories eventually, but much more spaced out than I originally planned. What can I say its been a while but I did say I was a chronic procrastinator. Hope you enjoy.

             The depths of ones imagination only go as far as said person will allow it to. Considering yourself different among the masses, feeling like you have something that everyone else does is not an uncommon feeling. Realistically, every single person has that same feeling. Humans as a whole are selfish creatures. We try to separate ourselves from one another whether it be through our goals or our hobbies, our tastes in music or our like or dislike of certain lifestyles. Its hard for some of the sheep to come to terms with the fact that no matter how hard you try to fight against conformity, no matter how much you struggle to make yourself an individual via the clothes you wear, or the "posts" that you slather over social networking sites, or the scarf that you wear around your neck to make your self look more like the models in fashion magazines, or the angst y pictures that you take for Instagram hoping that someone will notice you for the REAL artist that you are, The bleak underlying fact that we are all just people trying to get through this world and be recognized for SOMETHING be it the worlds most notorious serial killer, or the worlds most vain diva. I myself am no different, I have my dreams and my goals just the same as everyone else however far fetched or lackluster they may be, they are all a means to an end just the same. I however have always fallen into the limelight category. I want people all over the world to know who I am. I want to create music that will catch the ears of people who are missing something in their lives. I want to write tales of such epic expanse that will ultimately leave their imagination reeling with an intoxication that they have yet to experience  I want to be free to do as I please, and have the funds at my disposal to bring those less fortunate with me to experience the same. And as grand and as unique as all this may sound, It takes us right back to the beginning  There is a large percentage of people who want these same things. We just happen to fall into the category of dreamers that wants to live higher and do bigger than is physically possible (which is painful to admit). We are all in the constant and endless pursuit of happiness  What is true happiness you may ask? Well that question is a tad bit difficult to answer my friend. For example: I want to be famous and wealthy beyond my wildest dreams via composing music and writing story books. A good friend of mines Idea of happiness is to live alone in a log cabin in Tennessee with his dog, a shotgun,  a radio, and access to enough hard liquor to finally drown New Orleans  Although, his means to an end is not as common as my own among people I can literally guarantee that someone out there wants that same exact thing. Probability sucks sometimes.  I guess what I'm getting at is people should just do whatever they want to do. Don't let anyone else tell you no because its not "socially acceptable", or because " You have to be mentally unstable to really believe that's going to work."  Life is a struggle for us low men wallowing along with the masses and if you want to achieve any of your goals at all you cant have people telling you what you can and can't do. One of the best quotes I have ever heard goes a little something like this (I'm paraphrasing here of course) it made more sense to me than most things I hear nowadays. He said " Every truly successful person on the face of this planet got where they are not by accident, not dedication to upholding the rules that govern their craft. But by blatantly and outwardly shattering those very rules." You know what that says to me? Fuck those people. Fuck the naysayers and the rule makers and the spineless family members and bureaucrat's that tell you that you CAN'T do It because you aren't good enough or you'll never make it; because ultimately if you don't make it, it will be because you listened. You took what they had to say for fact and you through your own personal happiness to the wayside so you could fit in or be what they call "successful". If you want to do something that you think might assist you in your own personal pursuit of happiness then tie your ears down, lace up your shoes, dive headfirst into a big bowl of shut the fuck up and just DO IT ALREADY.