the writing

am done arguing,
lamenting on the past,
none that i in my strengths and,
weakenesses can change,
for destiny is never on paper written,
nor the paths we trod through,
a papyrus graphite scribed,
neither the pains in box locked,
tears cried alone never fetched...
for this is the way life ought be,
kisses in the rain a fairy tale,
forever and ever a shrek land,
nothing true in dreams,
but a vision to try reality be,
castles in the air a motivation,
never to be yet a try,
so i lament on nothing gone,
never turn hulk on shattered dreams,
for the world spins no matter the weather,
seasons come in china despite the pollution,
and arabs flock the US,
nine eleven never a forgotten date,
the sun rises,
and the moon shines,
though we light our nites with bulbs,
and bee wax,
a way of nature still stays,
so i lament on nothing gone,
nor hurt of broken hearts,
for the birds never cry,
when we turn a deaf ear,
nor the wind frown to the man made horns,
turn digital or not,
go loud or soft,
the birds still sing,
and the wind still blows,
so i lament on nothing gone,
but smile to the sinking sun,
a kiss awaiting the shining moon,
call her a reflector,
she still shines,
the way it all was written

auto...me

in the early wake of the sun,
reeling from throbbing heads,
a yesterdays disaster,
at times,
i make wishes to no falling stars,
that i never listen to Dolly Parton,
or,
Kenny Rogers,
for they make that island in the stream,
sparkle,
hear them talk of making love,
and how they can't leave,
without the other around,
riding together,
no one in between,
and my heart then wishes to sail,
sail away,
to that other world,
oh!
how beautiful they make the world,
for three minutes a fantasy,
and then am back,
back to the noises of the route 237,
45 blaring like another davids dance,
damn what did i just,
guess its the liqour in my stream,
please pardon me reader,
am just out of me..

i need glass in my casket

although I could never forget
I think I'll let you
Take a step, take a bow
On you own now
Cos' I've been dragging you down
I don't wish for tears
I don't want no violins
I want quiet time, hushush my love
I want no roses
I want broken glass in my casket
I want acid in my bloodstream
I want you to no longer, have to love me
Give me my knife again
So I can erase
the engraved message
On my arm
Not in pen
Though it'd be alot less messier
And give me the scalpel
I need to dig it in
I'm digging for something I'm never gonna find
I'm digging for light not stolen from your eyes
I don't wish for tears
I don't want no violins
I want quiet time, hushush my love
I want no roses
I want broken glass in my casket
I want acid in my bloodstream
I want you to no longer, have to love me

Duet of the Bitch and the Dog

Nora n Skillz:
I shot the windows of your
car,
and I had a reason for smashing
each and every one,
your side window
for every time I sat there and
you
yelled at me.
for every moment you hit me
physically,
for every second you opened the
door and pulled my hair,
for every minute people couldn't
do anything but stare.
your back windows
for every time you pushed me in
n I screamed,
for every moment you abused
me
sexually,
for every scratch on my lighter
skin,
for every second you had to
being.
your back windows
for every time I hated your guts,
for every minute you you said
you
missed me a lot,
for every hour you forced me
into bed,
for every second I wish that
window was your head.
I shot the windows of your car!


my datsun 120y
stands a shell,
reeling from pain brought down
by your hand,
yes that trigger you did pull,
and yes you did feel good,
now it is my time to avenge,
say good bye to your stilletos,
and those tip toes you call
designer,
forgot prada does burn,
haha wait and see how swift they
go,
adios to your gucci bags,
oh that giuliani clutch you did
treasure,
sad sad they had to taste the
flames,
check the washer for your
dresses,
and the pawnshop for your
grandmas' ring,
just a little rage for my datsun,
Hahahaha