The Famigerate

Draggin' myself through the bitter-sweet nectar of life. - Feelin' no strife. - Can't find the one I will call wife. - Launching through clouds through the supposed glory of life. - Not quite able to open my eyes My heart is molded to her specification. But yet she leaves it without prediction. No, I don't see it; perhaps I shoulda kept my eyes open all along. I can't feel it, I've lost my inner song. "Rush, Rush hurry lover come to me" That's what she needed to tend her wounds Now I carry the wreckage that lies and coos. There was a space kept in my soul Heavy chested I can't feel it no mo' There's nothing one can do To undo what she did do I'm not tryin' to say this to in efforts to get to you, but once there was a love as true as could be Now it's just a slain pain that cuts right through me Razor sharp that splits the skin A cool beveled blade attempts to reveal what's within A whole nothing all lost because of the v...

My life spins out of control in a cosmic display of a giant nebulae that looks pretty and gorgeous from the outside, but once in the middle of it, it is a spiraling disaster of chaos and misunderstandings. I am not sure of the reasons why this is what is it, but it is what it is. Every single minute can only be alleviated with the raw power of steel on flesh, sheering through the passion of pain gliding the outer epidermis and bringing a sullen calm to the irrational depression which lays within. The chill of the blade caressing through the skin breaking loose the anguish and pain, why is it when I think it goes away it all comes back again? As the moments pass you sit and watch how your new display will play as it rolls down in its crimson trail, leaving the look of a canvass so pale. The warmth of the trickle barely fades you anymore, you yearn for the cold and the edge of the sword. Without a word, and a perhaps maybe only a slight grimace, you return to the cold world that b...

Unfortunate truths are what pulls at my soul; I feel I have no where else to go; I turn to rhymes and lyrics for show, but when it's all said and done.... I welcome you to the wrong side of my gun. Peace, Love and Hate will always be the World's most common debate.

I am naked for the whole world to see. I don't have any secrets, I don't have any lies. It's only me here for judgement, But I've already judged myself, and have found an empty soul. This is me that I present myself for all to see. Trust in no one and hurt won't follow you. Love in everyone and there you will find pureness. I am still looking for her .

Every time we suit up and roll out we roll the dice, at anytime we can die-- Everyday is a ponder or perhaps a wonder of why it was we all don't live in that lie-- Due diligence with save us all, either your Creator, or a lil round ball [bullet reference]-- Locked and loaded is how we shall walk, some will say the same, but did they just talk the walk? Infinitesimal seconds pass, next time it could be your own ass-- Walking through the valley of the shadow of death; Fuck that, I got NODS [Night Vision Reference] I can see the best-- Talk to a soldier current or past; they all know one day it could be their own ass-- No one gets out alive- the demos struggle within us to see the light of day-- It's enough for a seasoned Vet to give up and take it all away-- To a place so ugly and grim, yet these are the fields we play in- some may call it The Valley of Sin-- Welcome home they will say; welcome to the struggle, and gimme a double, and may the demons inside drown away-- ...

Hmm....so how do we refer to ourselves when we have to 'self-reflect'? I for one don't really care to have to agonize my way through such remedial tasks, but alas, there are things that are completely outta my control. Self reflection...I mean seriously, what is it all about? Who is it for? Is it so you can learn yourself better? Or is it so someone who has no care in the world to learn more about you? I would think it's for the individual that is 'self-reflecting'. But doesn't that term on its own cause but a bit of a conundrum? I mean you can never see 'yourself' without the aid of something else..(i.e. whatever you're seeing you reflection in, either be it a person or mirror). It'll always be a biased observation anyhow. Are you gunna let everything out there to hang in the wind just so people can judge their lives according to yours and say, "Wow, and I thought my life was fucked?" Well, my answer is: No. I ...

Every adventure opens a new door. Every door opens a possible new adventure. Knowing when to close that door is the hardest part. The doors that we pass through in our lives are just as complicated as the meaning of life. Why is it we open the doors that we can feel are hot to the touch? I remember when in grammar school we'd have firemen and policemen come to our schools and talk to us about being safe. Policemen would say, "Stay away from strangers and people you don't know well." Firemen would say, "If you touch the doorknob and it's hot don't open it, there's probably a potential for being burned on the other side of the door." Now, as an adult I've seem to have totally forgotten those words of advice. I grab the doorknob, I feel its warmth resinating through the metal. I feel that I am going to potentially get burnt. I open the door anyhow, much to my surprise I don't get burnt right from the start usually. But as the polic...