Saturday, October 30, 2010

Buddha Speaks.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. -Buddha  

Friday, October 29, 2010

Missing Hearts

It's hard to find the pulse of a heartbeat when your whole heart is missing.
You have wholeheartedly searched for it many times in the faces of possible flames that were always quickly extinguished without hesitation.
While you enjoy playing with fire, no fires have set a blaze the candle inside your esophagus.
Her soft lips are the gateway to conversation and possibly a soft kiss.
She holds your heart in her palms halfheartedly and deservingly so.
You once broke into her heart even though she would have given you the key.
Then you made the mistake to run and leave like a coward; when your approval meant most.
To be fair, your judgment had been victim of gossip from the glossed lips of the guilty third parties in question.
To follow one's mind in area of affairs was an error when surely you must have known this was a matter of two hearts.
When two hearts break, tears leave the eyes of angelic faces.
When two hearts break, the stars are no longer in alignment.
When two hearts break, Cupid is responsible cleaning up the pieces.
When two hearts are truly meant to be side by side like a locket as one; they will continue looking for the missing half, even after the aftermath of love forced trauma.
Is it only after the heart breaks that then the heart is capable of finding another mate to mend it back together.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Drops like Stars

We plot, we plan, we assume things are going to go
A certain way and then they don’t and we find ourselves
In a new place, a place we haven’t been before, a place
We never would have imagined on our own,

And so it was difficult and unexpected and maybe even
Tragic and yet it opened us up and freed us to see
Things in a whole new way

Suffering does that—
It hurts,
But it also creates.

How many of the most significant moments in your
Life came not because it all went right, but because
It all fell apart?

It’s strange how there can be art in the agony
-Rob Bell

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Young women making big mistakes, another unplanned baby
They out living wild, like most single ladies
But they are only 18, so they heed no consequence
And they are only 18, so no condoms meant
The summer spent indoors with no bikinis'
My mind is spent trying to make sense of all these things
Girl I could have married, the one up in my dreams?
No probably not, but she could have came close, doors close
Others open, but we don't always like we find, behind 
Girl let me ease your mind, unwind, like some cassette tapes
Was it really worth it? Tell me was the sex great?
I know no one's perfect and I would always text late
You sure came close, it's a shame we had never date
They got me on a guilt trip like I put you in this position
If I told you I had fallen for you would you ever listen?

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Simple Life.

When ever did life become so simple?
Wondering about partying. 
Social scenes I was never in before I am starring in.
Hopeless scenes surrounding the lead actor as the film rolls.
The price we pay for happiness sometimes has it's grim toll.
And my thin soul, is etching out emotions as if were a pencil.
Numbness mutes the thought behind every detail.
My only escape can be purchased through every retail.
Searching for love, I only I mean well with every female.
I have never regretted anything I've done, just what I haven't.
And the faces reflecting in my eyes could be in beauty pageants.
But their looks are deceiving just like some mannequins.
Morality questions if I'll join the dark side like Anakin.
They tell me that I can't win.
I am my only friend.
Life is but a dream, when I wake up does it end?

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Sadistik - Searching for Some Beautiful OFFICIAL VIDEO

My head aches, and feels the blunt vice grips
hanging over my tequila sunrises
Confide and write this to de-scribe a love life
that's feeling love lifeless
I'm the type that'll cherish frozen winters
stare at snowy blizzards and take it to heart
Then break it apart, I carry hopes and blisters
Cutting heart strings with a pair of broken scissors
I'm still trapped in a middle school slow dance
Stepping on toes in a mistletoe romance
Misanthrope, discomposed who holds hands
with grief...Kissing hope with no chance, but me
I'm just searching for some beautiful
a dream that I can catch And a person who's unusual
When I find her, I'll try to face the tide
Fight the hurricane, and tidal wave, goodbye…

And I watch all the spectrums of angels
Choking to death on the septums and halos
Bread crumbs and fables, why change?
I hang at the ends of the pay phone
With no change or number to reach
What blankets the sky I slumber beneath
Under the speech, this song's about hope, joy, love and defeat
All it takes is a peaceful autumn day
For you to be happy and me to call it fate
Even after a fucked up childhood, I'm still tryin'
To believe in God and grace

I try to get a piece of peace and sit and listen infinitely
Holdin onto benefits, and isnt it so innocent? We
Try to find another time and underline the cynical
Its pitiful we run and hide and undermind the innermost
When intervals of miserable will find a figure four
And force the phyiscal and inner soul to find a bitter form
And form another time and place where you can go and be so suitable
When all I wanna do is go and search for something beautiful, in me

I died once, and I knew that it was suitable
I died twice, and I sang it like a musical
I died again when I thought that the noose would hold
Everything I love in the search for some beautiful

I died once, and I knew that it was suitable
I died twice, and I sang it like a musical
I died again when I thought that the noose would hold
Everything I love in the search for some beautiful

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

beautiful face.

Who would have known such a beautiful face could cause such misery?
Memories, memories, surprised that you still remember me
No verbal communication but your eyes they say enough
Furtive lips frown through smiles, pain don't it let it show
Feelings found abandoned in the crevice of a broken heart
Planted like a seed as a reminder that love still exists
Somewhere inside behind a wall of security, insecurities
Temptations, lust, and lies
Life becomes so superficial
What ever happened to conversations about nothingness?
Remembering every detail, 
Phone rings,
Your voice,
Soothing, but I can't breathe well
Lone dreams,
Your face,
So sweet, but I can't sleep well
Who would have ever thought seeing you look so lovely would be hell?

Kansas City Robbery

"How are you?"-X
"I had a grand son that was 23. He was just shot and robbed in Kansas City. The thing is, he would still be alive if he hadn't decided to run his mouth"-X
"I'm sorry for your loss"-Me

Thursday, October 7, 2010


"I can be extreme and controversial, and if you're not doing that, what are you doing"-Diplo