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Mic Check Wednesdays

Good morning, followers, and to whoever reads this.
Tonight; at 7pm, I will be performing @ DROM, East Village, NYC. If you’re interested, and in the area, come by and check me out. Tickets online are $15, $20 at the door. I’ll post all the links below, fliers, and music. Thank you, and have a gritty day.


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The Sleep King

For as long as I can remember; I’ve been sleeping.
Instead of weeping, I’ve replaced that reaction with coma.
The carpet floor, or red leather sofa; I’m out.
When in doubt, I look for the nearest cloud.
It serves as a remedy; when there’s no food in the fridge, a nap will cure the pain.
Therapy; although it feels like I’ll be wandering in my dreams, endlessly; I must wake.

Time waits for no man.

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Hollow Apologies

A moment of silence.
A shade of black, a touch of blue; violence.
It’s not about the bruise, it’s the person wearing the shoes; he put them there.
To be fair; we were one, once, and in despair, he wallowed.
The bottle became a friend; new company to bring home.
His throne was a place of respect, now, it’s full of shame; wrecked.
His dialect; ancient, but always meaningful.
One thing, though; he…

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In a glass display; there are rings, diamond rings.
Different sizes, luster, character, but in the end, diamond.
Standing in perfect form, next to each other, waiting for someone to save us.
Yet, we enjoy our company, forge an alliance, and create memories.
We never lose our shine, because we have our love.
Where we came from, could break us, but we smile at nameless faces.
Waiting to take our…

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I Can Feel My Heart Beating

I Can Feel My Heart Beating

Maybe, it’s time, blind leading the blind.
I find myself breathing harder, the weight on my mind.
At night, I can feel my heart beating, without ever feeling.
I’m confused, because it hurts, and at any moment, it could burst.
What a sight it would be, for my mother to see, her son, with gold.
This is getting old, I don’t enjoy repetition.
I don’t enjoy growing bitter.
It’s like death is clocking…

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Take Out Your Pistol

Take Out Your Pistol

Walk 10 paces, turn around, and trade faces.
Names across our minds, time rewinds, and we find our fondest memories.
Since the day you were born, I knew we would end up here, as enemies.
Lifeless, you found nothing to live for, and I’ll be damned if you take that away from me.
See, we come from broken homes, except I knew how to fix mine, you left before you could learn.
The wheel turns,…

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At any given moment, I’d open a new wound.
I’m annoying.
I can’t stay still, I blink too much, I fret in bed, I think too much.
You could be in my arms, and I would still want to poke holes at you.
Leaving your cold skin, knowing I’m keeping it warm, just to carry out these tacts, designed by children.
We’re building towards a fresh future, filled with ideas, and adventures.
Here I am, here I…

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Finding God

How far must I go?

Turning pages, these words mean nothing.

Yes, they can relate to my situations, but to take a man’s child to test his faith?

Sometimes, I just don’t understand.

I was raised by wolves, and adopted by hypocrites.

We all live out the lies we were built on, telling stories of his glory, when in fact, he sounds like a killer.

Cold-blooded, I just don’t understand.

We could rejoice,…

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Today Is A New Day

Today Is A New Day


Today, is a new day.

We’ve painted the town red over the weekend, with hopes of finding our souls.

Happy hour, it’s over before we put our drinks down.

We consume it, because we’ve traded pain for liquor, yet, it’s costly.

Nothing in this world is free, except for the beasts.

This vicious cycle is never ending, and the memories are still pending.

Braincells for moments of happiness, or…

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I’m panicking, because the rent is due, and out the blue, new debt is born.

It’s funny, because I no longer judge those who do porn, for a form of means.

I’m losing hope, little by little, pound for pound, dollar to dollar.

I’m pushing towards the light, when the fight doesn’t seem worth it.

I mean, what else do I have to lose?

I can pick my friends, but can’t choose my luck.

The thing is, I need…

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