In Knowing Whats Best

The Placing of More Pieces

Who am I? A human being with good intent.
Who in this unpieced puzzle makes it quite content
Although kicking myself for my mistakes,
They’re jsut dead skin that peel from the scrape.

Lingering on what?? Is going to change what?
Mingling with what your heart and soul cought
Now thats something to strive for
Not what they call the Dazzling Galore,
Thats just cold cuts a$$ end of a boar,
A smile on loves face means something more.
Bringing that great vessel to shore,
After impact by the storms blood and gore,
A soul knocking on graces door,
Stranded in a life raft but up float the oars,
The hurt but DETERMINED, so he’ll make it to shore.

Firm Brief Message About Waking Up Tomorrow,
Picking up more pieces and not sulking in sorrow.

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Just Spitting Up The Flem

If Saint Anthony is the Saint of the lost and found
Please help me find my heart I know its around
I am not dead so its not underground
And a hoe dont have it running around town,
Its in between my torso lost between the sound.

Oh My! that press called Ecstacy
Hid it read well like it wasnt left in me
But it showed me the doors just didnt give me the key
Just reassured myself that I am who is free
But I had to come down now the rest is on me
I dont need presses cause I have tree
This is In Knowing Whats Best & getting to know me
The world could be music and sweet poetry
But gotta stand up and feel the same hope in me.

The timeline never ends
But these elements I will make my friends
Though Sometimes I broke and bend
I never wanna bring a tragic end
Ill make right just spitting up the flem

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Pluto IS A Planet...Jackass

I tell myself over, over, and over again
Make yourself 12 on a 1 thru 10 
Dont give up never stop on trying
Just scrapes and scabs your not dying

Pick the pieces up put a smile on your face
Make sugar & cinamon from so called toxic waste

Vultures Circling? Make them doves swaying
To the sea of stars I watch on the ground just laying.

Yes my head saturned between a noose
But I somehow manage to get myself loose
So Saturn has its rings in the sky for I shoot
The sky I dreamed of in a carriage as a youth
Pluto is a planet thats the straight up truth
& with all 9 in my head I play Duck Duck Goose
But im bored with this pattern time to let loose.

Kick myself in the a$$ at least out of the chair
Splash water in my face & pull myself by the hair
Show outside how much your in really cares

Show them how bad I want to see this breathing soul
As if its diamond from what once was coal
Lifes acapella to taking back control
Not a flag blowing half mass on a 10 foot pole

You cant change the solar system just yourself god dammit
Warding off wrong doing Protest to ban it
And the last I left off Pluto IS a Planet!

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Rehab Runaway & Her illegal Immigrant

I like good vibes, I like to get high,

But dont mistaken my kindness for my weak side

Please that 40 will just get you by

And your punk ass jumps out the ride,

My dick is hard so open up wide.

Thats all I have to say to a nickel/dime spic

Where a .8 of Kush outsmarts his wit

Your a loser to me thats why you didnt get hit.

And im not racist so dont et me wrond,

Cause theyre are the spanish as beauty as songs

Sung by mother nature just like a sing along

And as for that Pig addicted to crill

You dont have a fight or a will,

Just a little bitch crying drowning under pills,

Do the world a favor let your pulse go still

GO ahead steal your temporary fill

Till out come her dentures that shipyard grill,

Hoe im not dead im just fuckin ill

But when I come back best believe theres a spill

This aint a threat you dont need to feel alarmed

Only your scum fuck ass causes you harm,

Your nasty aint no gem, diamond, charm,

Brown like dirt, mud on your shirt

Cover your man legs stop wearing skirts,

Your action tonight it did not hurt.

A 40 sacs all your diseased vag is worth.

THough this dragon has been silent,

Dont wake him up cause he will get violent,

I will get vendictive, it will be constrictive,

What does gang banger got to say he dont got wisdom

No intellegance honestly evident.

This isnt even seeing In Knowing Whats Best

This is just rage from inside my chest,

On a hoe with a belly bigger than her breast,

Slob scum bitch shoulda stayed north west,

Nassau dont want your disease to caress.

I know lately its been rather dark,

But when fucks become beasts i beome sharks

And ddetonate whatever them to Noahs Arc

Them pouring water im the outlet that sparks.

Im trying to say I havent forgot my strive,

To just reach the atmosphere before I die,

Seeing beauty in dark untill I see light,

More grace you will see moregrace i will write

Forgive my attitude but sometimes I gotta fight.

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Chlorine Clouds The Colour

Chlorine clouds the colour on your favorite shirt,
Scoring sounds her thunder, & demises your worth.
But its nothing more than an internal bruise
Whiting out mistakes but reminding black and blues.

She holds the strings controlling what you do,
And after getting the shot she still gives the flu,
But the grass is still green and the sky still blue,
And as for me boy, Im still a brother to you.

Detoxing with you, the futures hidden behind a cloud,
So whats not there is going to bring you down?

I see whats in front of my eyes,
& I know she comes to with surprise,
Though love was the only thing she implied,
And betrayal was the only pressure applied,
Just reincarnaton to after you died.

And brother the music we will make will be the medicine
Not the temporary relief of vicodin
That second long feeling, sobrietys a spin.

But the words you right are so sincere
Your just a little fuzzy from the benzos and beer,
This sounds like resolutions for the new year,
But its just me stating break your anger and fear,
Cause only you in your life were meant to steer.

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Cut Throat Transitional

Riddle me this, riddle me that!

Who on moving trains jumps off the tracks

Those holes in the wall fill every last crack

But that wall inside break it down

There was a time your feet were firm on ground

There was the time the day it didnt bring you down

Lately you’ve been coming out of full throttle

But dont take advantage of that burn in the bottle

Your mind has been to places past the stories of Aristotle

So why on yourself do you kick and waddle?

Yes you made mistakes but you can still salvage,

This is nothing but a string played made callus

You know the prolblem and its how to beigin

Though it might seem these chances are slim

The Blessed does forgive the sinners sin

Remember your not in this race to win

You run those laps to make your plump ass slim

Metaphorically speaking you see this is my soul

Sometimes surpasses my brain like you dont even know

And though it seems like im a disguise

Im just a soul with the choice to recognize

In my brain its set to soothe these cries

To make wrong right before I die

Think what you want this aint no lie

Just all my low and I know why

Thisaint bragging & sure isnt denial

Me stating this isnt the god damn final

You will see I will see one day will be different

I get lost in a motion confused in transition

Like a fat kid getting high in a kitchen

Athletes mussle starts to decay and stiffen

ANd No Cleary DEF NOT me bitchen.

Im gonna come back im gonna do right

I swear I think this every day and every night

Im gonna surcome this anger rage and spite

So this blueprint im drawing can be a litte more clear

Clarity in the clouds a refresed mind steers

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Soothe This Screaming Soul With The Rhythm Of My Heart

Words have a voice and I’ve felt the impact

But took a few wrong turns in the face I got smacked

I just let myself go out of whack,

But now I have all the pieces to put back on track

And now  I will hold it even if it breaks my back

What am I? I am only human

But this plant has a flower and it started bloomin,

Sometimes thats paused when the feeling starts brewing

I appear so psychotic sometimes come off hoarse

But for what I have done I have remorse

And yes Ill admit that im quite lost

I hate feeling nailed to this God Damn Cross

In my head on and on this will go

Never once forgot never once said so

Im far from a junkie wont let myself be a hoe

Sometimes I fall far off track but I wont let myself go

I have aot to learn with it I will grow

In my actions and around it all will show

“Life Is Beautiful” but you have to grasp the glow

& I have this hope like you dont even know.

I climbed a cliff and then jumped off,

Put my state in somewhat of a pause

But I ridded the lines threw out the straws.

Im coming back because this is not over

Just a last second finding of a blood donor

This isnt the end the beginning my friend

Maybe not now but soon you’ll comprehend

By the grace of an angel sitting on a cloud,

it kept my soul screaming rather loud

Then there are moments where I wont make a sound

But I want to live life with my feet on the ground

And I want to bring my loved ones around

I want you to see the grace of my heart,

I want to build I dont want to rip apart.

Now is the time to grasp this beautiful,

I know this purpoe is something more meaningful

So tomorrow I wake with a clarity head

Shake my self out this god damn bed.

Start building whats broken start fixing myself,

It wont be over night but one day all will be well.

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A Paper Plane From A Dollar Bill

Boy, shadow on the floor do I put you to shame

Rage after a whore now he’s inflamed,

Or the Ego out the wall could it be tamed?

Or a fearing hopeful whose wrecklessly insane

That is present day, well now yesterday

Years down the line doesnt seem so far away.

Take a single dollar bill and fold it up to a paper plane

Instead of rolling the snorter to sniff pills and cocaine,

Mingling with a will and provoking a stain,

But one of my brothers wants to hear about a plane,

While everything around is close to insane?

Lets fix this up and shut this dark cloud down

Seeing beauty in the dark untill the light comes out

Behind me or not ill strive for that without a doubt.

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The Fish Are Flying & The Birds Are Swimming

Transition me to a beach, fly me to an island

Im sick of screaming in anger, tired of drowning in crying

And I know my actions isnt called half of trying

Just a quarter alive, the rest 3 quarters dying.

I ask myself why is the blade cutting my throat,

Im trying to hold still as tidal waves smack my boat

But its winter air beating a durable winter coat,

The only source of heats from a drink and a line of coke

Whats called ending the night on a good note.

But the morning hangover death of will for the insecure doubt

Unlike jerking off you cant rub this out.

Its called time its known as patience,

Looking at the blueprinted path it just needs a little maintence

Instead of flushing it down or tossing it out,

Cause I dream about living on a cloud,

Where clarity is played by angels

theres no ripping it down

just placing puzzle pieces of this unpieced town,

Black clouds fall under into the seas they drown,

And nothing but smoke will rise from the sound,

But the nightmares over as we stand on damp ground

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Staple This Post*It To My Brain

Note to self your better than this,

It isnt death its just a busted lip

That needs nothin more than time maybe a stitch

This is tme to do right and not be a stupid bitch

Now be the foundationfor te pouringbricks,

Instead of being broken like leaves, hay and sticks

Your gonna fall flat for these pricks?

Your better than that make the actions make that stick

Now im breaking away from my narrator

Coming 1st person to help tme this anger.

To help tame this psychosis ive grown to know

Just rebuild the aftermath and pause the show,

One its complete ill go back into flow

The red light changes and the green means go.

But there is a road and I already know

And there is my hope like you dont even know,

There is a faith and I can feel its glow,

And im gonna take off just lettig you know,

Kill the demon so I could let myself grow.

Ive taken beatings Ive taken the mental misery

Mixed thoughts and ideas sometimes conflict me,

Ive felt a hope stronger than ecstacy

But the pills wore off the hope never left me

The moon will light the night if in my head I am lost at sea

But I know I gotta push and the rest is up to me.

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Pour Me Another Drink

its about to get vicious

im about toget twisted

its saying no to the draft that they say i am listed

setting motive to a mind and mind to a mission

you can say all you want god damn you’ll still listen

im the shark you caught tuna fishin

and no this firmly aint me bitchen

this is me giving back there gift of infliction

im climbing out of a hole fighting winds of affliction

not living life by a black magic superstition

Seperating wit from an all might wisdom

Now let me put a little more than smarts in them

Who am I? just a wolf ascending

Not looking at mistakes to be the ending

Reflection meets is eye and I start to convulse

Soul acting on a sheer impulse

But a feelings something deep, habits always want more

I still vision the sun though the sky pours

but its straight in a glass simply stated a drink

this is sparking friction coming from the soul of my ink

Physical addiction my anchor heart starts to sink

adrenaline of hope seconds after a blink

Hit by D-Day now all orientals are chinks

Do you catch my drift Im filled with metaphors

Suck in a hallway with a couple dozen doors

With a coule dozen people in one gigantic circle

But everyones walls put them in a hurdle

A high chair a bib a crib and a gurdle.

Now staring at myself I get this drafty chill,

an angel showing God that he coul pop a pill

The second before the blesseds tears spill

His wings break off an his pulse goes still

The devil is ancy staring out the window sill

The angel spits up coming down to a will

A demon growing sick to the curing ill

Moments of misery becomethe outsiders fill

A crackhead whose calmed by nothin but crill

But the world keeps turning time never holds still

They look at the world and call it in recesion

I look at myself and call it manic depression

But with these elements I have this obsession

One day ill find the true value of this message

One day close my eyes and let a deep breath in

Not drowning from the drink that caused a spin

Grace and beauty Ill finally let in

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parasite to parasite... but then again who isnt

Parasite? me? yeah maybe just a bit.

But the difference between me and you is I admit

Cause when it comes to care I could give 2 shits,

For someone who tries to outsmart theyre wit

Your too busy barking to see you were ever bit

Cut open everyone but you remain stitched

You see I know where you stand

growing up boy whose not yet a man

Who never found the one that understands

Your first love left your dick in your hand

Now your caught mid air and you dont know how to land.

So insecurity acts on anger and you orchestrate the band

Acting on the impulse you dont understand.

Ill tell you straight up I know Im not perfect

But you know straight up your making time worthless

Put yourself on pause from trying to find your purpose

And taking your loved ones further under the surface

In the end to you will this all be worth it?

Parasite Just like you

Mom and Dad pay for everything the fuck you do.

And its still not enough,

tell me the difference cause it isnt by much

Only you been holding on to your parents crutch,

it was daddys money that paid for your dutch.

yeah thats right I fucked up alot

But your holding the gun

Whilke eeryone gets shot.

Its your way or no way all your debates say,

You love bringing misery cause your life is array

Tell me whose cards do you really fucking play

You left home but you didnt go away,

Cause you just came back a wounded stray.

Why dont you worry a bit about yourself,

Then maybe your vibe wont always be hell

Stop feeling so pathetic on yourself,

And stop diagnosing everyone else.

Know it all dont we?

Your stuck in your head im stuck in poetry

Stop projecting your insecurities,
And acting upon your jealousy,

Thought we were brothers not enemies.

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I Swear To God

I swear to God in respect of soldiers, 
Cause he did nothing but shrug them off his shoulders. 
I swear to God cause he let the world freeze colder 
And feeds it agony as the world gets older. 

I swear to God cause im an unwilling donation, 
Like the rest of this faith that consists of our nation. 
The church has our savings sometimes more than ourselves, 
Cause if you pay this you wont go to hell, 
But a tall tale from the bible is all they’ll ever tell, 
So the lost can be given a spot in Gods Shell, 
Where he promises that all will be well, 
But that cash stacks up under church bells. 

I swear to God cause he casted a curse, 
On a nation that strived but it just got worse, 
Like its track betting which horse will take first, 
Which man walks away with more than hes worth, 
Leaving the country to rot putting the money first, 
He’ll die with a net pay and a 6 figure hurst. 

I swear to God in reguards to myself, 
Cause the timeline I walked it was a living hell, 
I walked to my grave and it into I fell, 
To discover the bible is a lie just a myth to sell. 

I swear to God cause its the voice for the poor, 
The face for the sick and the souls who cant soar, 
Its the face of the lost, Ones who never come back, 
We all fall to the floor from here to Iraq. 

I swear to God when I close my eyes and dream 
I could feel a future so fesh and so clean 
So blue and so green 
Like clarity redeemed 
It really is more than what seems. 

I swear to God I awake to the nukes, 
Like its withdraweral the shakes I puke!

From Part II of TIMELINES. From I SWEAR TO GOD: In Search Of Afterlife

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