Political Ticker

Tick, tock, sounds the great big clock.
"The Real Super Tuesday's" coming, are you ready Barack?
You're taking hits all across the board!
But that's American politics, and if you weren't we'd be bored.
But don't worry, your nomination is secure,
It's the candidates they bash that hold the ultimate cure.
Has your campaign shaken the republicans so much,
that they result to using their ultimate failure in their favor?
So sad, I didn't know hate could ruin campaigns that bad.
Let's address this issue: you know, the one of change...
What say you on the events of today, what can you arrange?
Cause anything you may say will be better than 100 years from today.
We know it's not as simple as 123, that option will never set us free.
Now we got Mississippi, 61 to 37, And you shoot down "sidekick to 007,
Smart move, let the country know you set the groove...
You're winning the delegates but what of the super delegates?
It's home stretch now, Penn's raisin ya eye brow....
Philly's ya hub of supporters, but on the outskirts there's conformers,
But sit tight, We all know you got this is one, soon it'll be over and she will be done....
Road to Presidency 2008, Step out the way, and please, drop the hate.

Don't Hold Back

There's at least ONE moment in every normal person's life where the going gets too tough, and they just can't hack it anymore. Weeks and weeks of pent up frustration, a little depression here, a little anger there, but you hold it in in the hopes that sooner or later things will turn around, because they have to. That's just how the world should work, it spins. Ever use the expression your head is spinning? You're right on schedule. Your mind is just so ill that you're racing with the time of the Earth's rotation on its own axis, but at the same time you're messin with your mind's own personal access. "My head is spinning" because I have too much on my mind to deal with at one time, but if you just slow down, as someone once told me, you're life will no longer be in a world win. When you're feeling overwhelmed and unsure of whether its okay to cry, or scream, or laugh, or run, my solution is simple:
Don't hold anything in. Let it all go, and in the end you will win.
If you have to shed a thousand tears let them loose along with your fears.
Conquer all negativity that you see clouding your judgment and hindering who you could be.
Rant and rave any chance you get, so that when asked what was wrong you can say, "I forget."
Don't hold anything in. Let it all go, and in the end you will win.
Emotions aside, NEVER swallow your pride.
Wear it on your sleeve and unimaginable things you will achieve.
Maybe not right away but things will happen one day.
Don't hold anything in. Let it all go, and in the end you will win.
My last words of wisdom are simply these:
Live and love life to the fullest. Without the love, the life is useless.

I Love my Mom, She makes everything better.

Set Me Free

There’s something that really scares me.

There’s only one thing that I wanna be; free

See? I can’t close my eyes without seeing he.

He that destroyed me, made me a prisoner of me.

Captivity will never suit me, so tell me how to set myself free!

I never wanted this, you did everything but respected me.

And now I’m up here tryin’ hard not to scream,

But my heart is achin and persistence is in me.

Persistence is in me, but resistance is my key,

My key to be free, someday I will be. You’ll see.

Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even think about me.

Don’t dream of me, don’t smile at me. Don’t know me.

Forget me. Just this once, will you help me?

You weren’t there when help was in need.

So this last time just be rid of your inner bad seed.

I hate you, cause you had to “love me”

But I love you, don’t you see?

Just do me this favor, please.

Set me free.

"O"

So he thought I was joking when I said he earned himself some words full of hate... Well I wasn't.

O, how I hate the way you look at me,
As though you see something others don't see.
O, how I hate your smile and the twinkle in your eyes.
Why must you stare me down why O, why?
O, my god, I hate your flirty ways.
You say things to me that leave me in a daze.
O, I'm aching, aching for your touch.
But I'm aching so bad I hate you O, so much.
I hate that I can't say how much I really hate you,
Because we're pretty good friends and O, I love you!

I'm Having Nightmares Again.

So I'm reading this rather disturbing book for my intro to sociology class... The Painted Bird... and I find myself restless at night because the book is giving me nightmares! Now before you think I'm a little punk, the nightmares aren't your everyday kid fears coming to life.. they're some real life type dreams that are only nightmares because if they were to really be going on, we would ALL be terrified... So I'm sharing (you know, talk about your bad dreams to make them go away?) SO this is my disclaimer: I dream pretty weird, but this stuff is pretty deep.

America, the beautiful.

And she just got ugly. Reallll ugly.

You reach into your pocket, but where's all your money?

Plastic in your wallet is suddenly hard to find..

Now remember you're sleeping, this is only in your mind,

But the federal reserve slacking? They always on they grind!

Afraid to walk the streets because you just might get mugged,

It's like your favorite city to spend in had their registers unplugged...

Come on now, New York City deserted? Impossible..

No, not quite.. actually, very possibe..

Currently trying to avoid an eminent recession,

We have one last crisis for the Bush administration.

Go ahead, try to make it right,

Cause if you've been trying, I think you destroyed us over night.

I mean how bad is it that the whole world, and everyone in it, is taunting me in my dreams...

Time to turn over, (to get out of this seemingly bad dream)

But now I'm hearing my potential career wont find a place for me,

It's just not who I'm supposed to be.

But how can you even say that to me?

I'm a writer! This is where I NEED to be! See?

And I throw a story at my editor,

It's ok. but it could definitely be better.

so what should I do?

Newspapers are dying out anyway, and magazines are soon to follow,

SO take a deep breath, close your mouth and swallow,

The air of this room that wont be here tomorrow.

It's not the end be rid of your sorrow.

But know that your writing style, no one will want to borrow.

Oh hell no... Turning over

Loving a Stranger

I fell in love with a stranger, and as fate would have it, things got outta control. Maybe not all a coincidence, I find myself shaking my head as I think back on the past five months, what a train wreck. Falling in love with a stranger, how is that even possible you ask? Well, it's actually quite simple. See it all starts out with a simple short introduction, then your imagination will turn that introduction into an invitation to perform your best form of seduction. That first night became the first of many, of simple eloquent conversation deep in thought of an unknown penetration. A penetration so deep you feel it not only in your body, but its somehow in your heart. Now you're caught up wondering when you can feel all of that jubilation. Jubilation you believed wasn't really in the cards for you. So you push and push your feelings onto him, but he doesnt pull back, he simply feeds into them and manifests his own. Here's where things get messy. You're learning so much you feel you've known him your whole life, but something is causing a slight blurr. Things start to not really add up, but you ignore it, and blame the fogginess on insecurities and simply let it go. Five months later and your heart is falling off your sleeve, but his heart seems completely intact while yours constantly bleeds. How did you let yourself fall so deep? Simple, you just had your first encounter with the world's greatest manipulator. While I am deeply sorry for the danger you have found yourself in, the fact still remains, you are 50% at fault. So now starts your process of cleansing your body, completely. I'm talking about ridding yourself of the filth that you have let penetrate your body, and hopefully ridding yourself of the belief that there really was something more than just that deep penetration. Don't be afraid to admit it now, its already got the best of you, go on, say it, you thought it was... love. Now look at all that you have been through, and notice the majority of red in your life is bad things. how will you find your way out?

Take Love outta the Equation

I Love+I'm In Love=??????
Scratch that.Subtract that. Divide or Multiply,
Take love outta the equation completely and let's just call it what it really is.
Great Sex.
Mind-blowing, inexplainable, unbelievable, didn't-know-it-could-feel-this-good, great sex.
You moved me,
You fooled me.
You loved me.
Not that, "I love you can't live without you" loved me,
But you loved me, without the words.
Your actions always spoke louder than your words.
But what's stronger?
Am I supposed to wait much longer?
There's no explanation for this incomplete equation, so I realized.
Forget the bullshit and all the perfectly devised lies.
Take Love outta the equation.... and whats left?
Just you.
And me?
I'm just that remainder,
you know, that left over number you're not too sure really belongs there in the first place?
What a disgrace.
Now you realize, as I already have,
That you fucced up the equation, somewhere in your math.
So start over, or skip it.
But loving you, I will miss it.