Dre

The earth births and shares until its over

Memories make sure that it never is

Dig that...

I still hear your voice

I still see your face

I still understand this pressure we all face

The strength to continue and overcome

I will tap into

Until I see you again...

My friend

D Day 2011

So my man is dead by his own hands

But was it by his own means

Seems to me that this could have been what someone dreamed about

No doubt

Doubt has let me into thinking why

But that is a fools guess

In a corner with his brains splattered he lay

They say from a rifle

After he wrote out his will on paper

With his mother in the next room

So my man killed himself

And plenty believe he is going straight to hell

As if we are not living in it now

As if the devil is not fucking with us daily

God willing

So he took his life

Or changed forms by his own will

I say if you have the will to live

You can have the will to die

You can have the will to die in your free will as a man

And execute your self

Say fuck you to the bill collector

And the rest of the pests

That are left with no answers like me...

So I feel he is free

I don't say he is going to hell

I say he is leaving hell

And vindictive no good humans

That show many faces and are full of shit

He is leaving here and may or may not come back

May or may not haunt the living forever

Wherever he fits he will

He is gone in the physical

But lives forever

Every time I remember him

So parts of him will stay in hell

Oh well

New Lows

Evidentially the standards of decency have been lowered

I have had pictures of genitals sent to me that were not mine

I was told of sexual acts she was going to perform on others

Now she takes a call whispering as if I am to be bothered

Well, I am not

I don't expect much from any person that is trying to buy a person

Of course I prepare any woman to be a freak for the masses

Especially after she has been in my classes

What makes a woman ugly is whats inside of her

No schooling and degrees can give any woman class

Life makes women break things and cuss and text and call out of control

I used to look at old movies we made thinking about the time

Now I try to look for any traces of her face, body or essence

And delete them and cleanse and move on

I change around every room that touched her

I cleanse my children of her memory

Its too early in the morning to do anything but sleep

But tomorrow I will get further from this stain on my existence

I need new business cards and I need to change my cell

Everything here is old

Including thoughts of being civil with monsters

New lows