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I am but a puppet to my heart's passion

In the crudeness of the night

Truth and shadows mimic the twilight

And things that hide in the light

Become plainly and vividly in sight

There is a rawness to utter darkness

It is, in my opinion, what many fear

Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears

As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near

Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.


"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."

Me, myself, & my mic

Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.

Self Portrait

My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives

Monday, February 7, 2011

Bush......again.

Katrina photo was a big mistake.


no no no i am kidding... sort of... here is the real photo:



Ahhhh, look at his look of anguish. Is that what that is? Or perhaps, he is hungry? Hmph. No, no, I am genuinely stumped.

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