The End

In case you haven't noticed. I dropped the ball.
No point in trying to catch up for a lost week and a half so in the end, It was a good trip, but now it's over.

Day 292: Still Can't Sleep

Sleep deprived
Puffy eyes
Coffee drip
Won't do shit
Drifting through
What I gotta do
To try again tonight
We'll see what happens
When I turn out the lights

Day 291: 7 miles is not a long detour for a mad dog

Dive right in
Catch the disease
Let the feeling of infection
Completely set you free
The madness makes you less than human
But you will catch what you chase
Because 7 miles is not too far
For a rabid dog to go out of it's way

Day 290: Move Sucka Move

I'm growing stagnant
Wondering if I can hack it
Trying on wishes then ditching them
Like winter jackets
I'm not moving forward
But I'm not moving back
And I can't rebuild what's not broken
But can't tear it down till it starts to crack

Day 289: Take a Stand

Who will stand
If they that have the power
Won't help those who can't
Who will shout
When those with the voices
Keep sealed their mouths
Who will weep
When those with a conscience
Waste away quietly
Who will fight
When those with the passion
Hide their light

288: Maybe a change in the weather

Maybe a change in the weather
Will send me a hand written letter
Penned in my font and dated years from now
Telling tales of how my life got better
So I wait for the storms
From the evening till morn
Praying for thunderheads to roll through with winds
That can patch a heart that's been torn

Day 287: Heart full of heroine

You
Look for any chance to escape
Follow the direction the needle points
Down dirt roads in dusty veins
Willing to put the chains around your neck
To pretend that you are free
Come back down crashing to the earth
Leave yourself hanging in a tree
And I can't say I'll cry for you
But I'm sad to see you leave
When the play had just begun
And it was almost your turn to speak
Whether it was stage fright or an aversion to light
I'll never know what made you run away
But I know you finally found the high
The permanent escape

Day 286: Crazy bill the sailor

Keep the skin lightly oiled
Head gently wrapped in aluminium foil
Strut the streets in dirty sheets proclaiming you're bloodline is royal
Crazy from birth up until the return to the soil

bonus: madworld remix

I've just been sitting
Hiding my head
Drowning my sorrow
Waiting for the day I feel good
Happy birthday
Look right through me
Familiar faces
No expression
Going no where
No Tomorrow
Waiting for the day I feel good

Day 285: MC

Explosive like semtex
Demolishing club decks
Getting a gag reflex
When I try to hold it in
The power in the words
The nouns and the verbs
I'm about to let it rip
Demolish this lets begin

Unrestrained I can't be tamed
Addict to the fame once i feel it in my veins
Driving me insane as I start to change the game
After this exchange you'll never be the same
Ooo wait a minute
Let me spit this slow
Split the metronome
So that the listeners can know
The reason that I flow
Like the seasons melting snow
I cause chest heaving heavy breathing
In every frequency that's radioed

Day 284: Word Association

eyes cry acerbic tears till dry
bleeding freezing stone cold capillaries leaking pooling grief
unable to stand face plants lands heavy trying to function on shifting sands
brands cram shams shaming parents empty pockets
Please god stop it
Please god stop it

Day 283: Words Like Leaves v 2

I wanted to thank you for your words
For thinking before you set them free
Because regardless of whether or not you meant it
Those words spoke to me
Your words gave me hope
When I couldn't see anything certain
When others evaded being vulnerable
You opened up like a curtain
And your stage was lit the orchestra ready
As you delivered your lines
And from your heart pouring out your mouth
Came a million fireflies
That led me back onto the path
When I was lost in the dark of the night
And continued to lead me until I was sitting
Safe on the other side
The were the rain during a drought
Or an umbrella in the rain
They were a empty car with a big back seat
Where I could fall asleep safe
They were a bandage on my bleeding heart
They were a cure for inconsolable pain
And really all your words
Are the reason I am who I am today
Which isn't nearly perfect
But still wakes up every day
With hope enough to take head on
Whatever comes his way
And it's because of you
So I guess what I'm trying to say
Is just a simple word
So here it goes. Thanks.

Day 282: We All Fall Slowly

We all fall slowly
And float like we're the drowned
With our trains of thought
Running dirty coal
From broken mining towns

And we all fall slowly
Until we hit concrete
Where the shock of earth
Breaks the dream
Like a forty ounce shattering

Day 281: Ritual Regretter

A little self involved
A lot more self derisive
I can't stop hating how I act
The sum of all my vices
It's greater than the parts
And makes me a ritual regretter
Am I alone in being over powered
Or does everyone else just hide it better?

Day 280: Poetic Booby Trap

I'm a half assed poet
Leaving lines on the ground
Tripping over trip wires
Of explosive vowel sounds.

Day 279: Lonely With a Conscience

These are a little late and a little short, but I'm in NC having a huge drunk pollock party with my family so words here are typically less than elegant.

I'm up here on my own
And it get's damn lonely
So won't those of you who grew a conscience
Step up and join me?

Day 278: Something Not Plastic

I've been trying desperately
For these last 23 years of static
To touch something that I was sure
Wasn't made of plastic

To put something in my pocket
And feel its weight as I'm walking
Around people window shopping
From their tv sets and couches

But all I've ever felt
After swimming through the cotton stopper
Was that the plastic experiences
Are fueled by pill poppers

So I’m bitter as a tylenol
As I chew and refuse to swallow
To get myself to throw it up
And carve my own path to follow

Day 277: Lost Prophet

I'm a lost prophet
With a marker and a compass
But no map to chart a path
And no determination to follow it
Nothing in my pocket
But a matchbook and a tract
Trying to make you turn your back
On the life you led that lacked
Any sorta substance
You just floated day to day
On a balloon filled with your apathy
That carried you away
And now you can't get down
Until you really want it
So I'm sitting with a megaphone
Whispering directions on how to pop it
I won't shoot it down
Until you nod consent
So I'm hoping that this beat is banging
Hard enough to make your necks bend
So fill me in
Does it sounds like it'd be fun
To play a helium version of William tell
You have the apple I have the gun
And without the shot more likely than not
You're never come back down
But until then I'll continue to stand
On this soapbox rooted to the ground and shout out loud.

Day 276: Frosty

I lost respect
Long ago
Somewhere in
A bank of snow
Where I lay face down
Hiding from the wind
But it blew and it blew
Again and again
And I just didn't want to feel
So I iced up my nerves
Sheathing them in steel
So I'd never feel again
But then again who'd wanna be friends
With frosty the snowman.

Day 275: Random Thoughts

I'm a noise picking sampler
Ticking metronome necromancer
Crate digging freelance
And lover of hiphop