Hammers don’t build houses

Posted: August 6, 2014 in Uncategorized

I’m sorry.. I don’t mean to piss anybody off, but I’m sick of all this “Guns don’t kill people” bullshit. Although the article is a complete fabricated fairy tale, the title isn’t false. Guns DON’T kill people themselves… Stupid people full of fear use guns to kill people, and America is full of scared and stupid people with guns (I don’t blame them for this). Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the 2nd amendment. My dad was a military man, so I grew up shooting guns and hunting. I enjoy both, and support our right to own firearms. But over 11,000 people are dying annually on American soil from gunshots. That is more than Iraq and Afghanistan combined (that includes fatalities on both sides of the war and civilians killed). Outlawing handguns may slow it down, but it is NOT the solution. It is impossible to keep the ‘wrong’ people from obtaining a handgun. For that matter, it is impossible to know who the ‘wrong’ people to own handguns are. I don’t have a solution. It’s a complicated problem. But to claim guns aren’t part of the problem is just ignorant. I could say hammers don’t build houses and I would be right…but they sure make it easier to build a house.

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Free Write Word: PLAY

Posted: December 12, 2013 in Uncategorized

Mi Amor,
I don’t wanna PLAY this game of love,
I want off this train at once.
No more.
The only games I wanna PLAY are on PLAYstation Plus.
Oh Lord.
Why do we PLAY on each other’s emotions like amusement roller coasters?
With every hopeless phrase spoken,
The worst of us both is most in focus.
So what do you say we take the best of us both
and go our separate ways
so we can PLAY some more….
And PLAY-PLAY-PLAY until the game runs cold.
All I ever wanted was for you to grow old
with me always there so you’re never alone,
But who can anticipate hearts growing holes
If I could PLAY the game again,
I wouldn’t PLAY it at all.
I’d leave the games and the PLAYing to the children at school
Because the games we PLAYed
are the games of fools,
and now the games are thru.
No more.
And I’m left a fool
whose mad in love with you.
….Mi Amor.

For Mi Reina

Forever and Always Yours

We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don’t need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
Cats think I’m delirious,
but I’m so damn serious
That’s why I expose my soul to the globe,
the world
I’m trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I’m not just another individual,
my spirit is a part of this
That’s why I get spiritual,
but I get my hymns from Him
So it’s not me, it’s He that’s lyrical
I’m not a miracle,
I’m a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regimen
navigates melodic notes
for your soul and your mental
That’s why I’m instrumental
Vibrations is what I’m into
Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
But that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte
I’m tryina give us “us free” like Cinque
I can’t stop, that’s why I’m hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I’m talking to you, my many inspirations
When I say I can’t, let you or self down
If I were of the highest cliff,
on the highest riff
And you slipped
off the side and clinched
on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it been known that God’s penmanship
has been signed with a language called love That’s why my breath
is felt by the deaf
And why my words
are heard and confined
to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I’m one of a kind
in a full house
Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out.

Out of Control

Posted: May 31, 2012 in Uncategorized
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Out of Control
by Vicodinightmare
What was once thought of as being real,
was only revealed as being fake.
What was once thought to be made of love,
only ended up being love’s mistake.
What love once filled my heart,
now has killed my love & torn me apart.
What was once pleasant conversation,
now is only major complication.
What was once hugs ‘n’ kisses,
has only become fists, shoves ‘n’ bitches.
What I once felt was the love of my life,
now only feels like Christ’s punishment twice.
What I once lost & then I found,
I locked up now, never to come out.
What I once saw as being astonishing,
I only see now as being a drama queen.
What I once thought might be the right one,
I now fight & box with like Mike Tyson.
What was once lovely conduction,
has only become ugly destruction.
What I once would give my life in trade,
I now hate & want to rid my life of it’s plague.
What I thought were true feelings I wrote in this poem,
really aren’t true feelings at all,
because truly, I’m only feeling alone.
I don’t ever know why we can’t keep control,
because deep inside we both know,
we don’t ever want the other to go.

Me Without You

Posted: May 31, 2012 in Uncategorized
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Me without you
Is like 20 with no 2,
Because I’m nothing without you.
Me without you
Is like glue with no grasp,
or news with no cast.
Me without you
Is like truth with no facts.
Without you
I have no future,
Just a past.
With you
My life is sutured,
with a plan that lasts.
Me without you
Is like a priest with no crucifix,
or a beat with no boost to it.
Me without you
Is like D12 with no Proof in it.
I love all that’s God’s beauty
And all that has truth in it,
But fuck this beautiful life
If its got me without you in it.

– Vicodinightmare –> E•N•D