Writer's Block

Nothing good to write about
Just watching time tick down
As the boredom sweeps right through the room
My whereabouts are down
Seeping the life right out of my veins
The complacency remains
And all that’s left is me second guessing
Which road will lead to fame?

Working out till the brink of exhaustion
Every waking day
Cause without working out there’s no point getting up
More than words can say
Daydreaming for a better tomorrow
These dreams are broken and so fucking hollow
Like who to care for, who to follow
Down this yellowbrick road

Writer’s block forget me not
I don’t understand now
I thought freedom was free?
I paid the price, I’m just trying to write
But everything seems to get deleted in vein
Trying to broaden my vocabulary
It’s gotten to me, involuntarily
Subconscious thoughts keeping me up
It’s time to start over brand new and fresh

No matter how bad it gets I know God is right by me
Throughout these trials he’s right there beside me
And I might fall down from time to time
But I’ll never stop trying
To make this ship sail straight
Right through the narrow corridor
And into the winds of change
Cause I know there could be so much more
Than what I have to currently show for
An empty bank account, an empty stomach
But on the inside, I’m content
I got my problems, hey everyone’s got them
Mine are just condensed

Douchebag Jabroni

Douchebag Jabroni

Nothing ever changes
And people stay the same
The only thing that matters is how you play the game
You got your winners and your losers and people in between
All clinging onto, their hopes, their fears, their dreams
But my dream is so simple, to live a perfect life
No worries over money, no bullshit stupid strife
In one hand got the passion, in the other got my balls
A freelance thought to hold on close to the things that come across
So blatantly ridiculous as singing in the rain
Walking ever so swiftly, like an everlasting pain
That pokes and probes into my skin, it doesn’t go away
As another day is wasted, waking up with such delay
The subconscious mind is a stranger
This time will never be savored
Tormented idealism is favorable
Cause Even Jesus was born in a manger
From rags to riches, but these britches have been burned ages ago
Like a lit cigarette in an ashtray of whoa
These words just won’t condone
A favorable outcome,
Cause fighting with weapons of mass destruction
Levy so much more than what their value is truly worth
And some might say that our future is cursed
But look on the bright side, I still got shades of dignity
Locked behind keyless vaults, of serendipity
Aimless and oblivious to all of my surroundings
Getting older by the minute, man
No more peace, it’s more like pounding
Headaches and mistakes, and misbehaving badly
No money in my pocket now, such a fucking travesty
The root of all evil has become the pinnacle for what to shoot for
If that’s the case, I’ll have you know,
This douchebag jabroni is about to fucking blow

JBP

JPB (Jobless Basement Pussy)

I gotta get a job – I gotta get a job
I’m 32 years old man I gotta get a job
Anything’s better than sittin on my ass
Collecting unenjoyment – but the checks run out so fast
Can’t do anything in the meantime
Resumes are submitted, like I’m back in the frontline
2006 all over again but at least I had a good time
Right now is not cool, Just feel like a douchebag looser, stereotypical fool

Gotta get the fuck outta this moldy ass basement
Quickly before I get ancient and become like the biggest loser
Except instead of weight loss, it’s confidence declining
Faster than a speeding bullet, grab the trigger, squeeze it and pull it
And put an end to all this
Just kidding on that part, I got too much damn pride to ever give up
I’ll fight till I got nothing left to offer
Too damn talented to be stuck on the bottom
Sucking blood like a leach
Blood thirsty and free
From commitments, relationships, and anything else resembling what 75% of my peers take for granted every single motherfucking day

Damn I need a girlfriend, sucks not getting any attention
Except from myself, from my left and my right hand
And the few random scuzzies, man they’re so fucking ugly
Only pretty on the outside but on the inside they’re nothing
Used to be a player but now I’m a pawn
And the basement is my pawn shop, nothing worth any value
Except for my flatscreen – but I’d trade it all in to be a part of something
I don’t care what it is, I got both my hands up man, I’m fed up with not having anything
To dip my stick into

Short and Sweet

Building bridges to better places
Walking softly, turning pages
Mending fences ever so slowly
Nothing’s worse than feeling all lonely
For the rest of your life, gotta get up early
And continue the fight
Been at rock bottom one or two times
Know what it’s like to feel the hard times
No money No friends No confidence in anything
Like living under a rock sometimes
Just gotta get out and breathe
Take a deep breath and take it all in
And pray to God that the spirit within
Will continue to keep me young, brave, and free
To one day become - all I can be
Proudly walking with a positive outlook
Because life is too short to sit back on the sidelines
Put me in coach, this is my time to shine

It Rains in May

The secret is out
Tell me a lie
A little white one that makes sense
Because unconditional love
Is a tough act to follow

Goodbye desires and indecencies
Hello frontrunners and complacency
That come with detailed instructions
Batteries not included

Follow the yellow brick road
More like a patch of thorns
Tearing and turning
As the innocence mourns
Can you sleep soundly despite the cries of a scapegoat?
Searching for the antidote
Anxiety is sweeping over this unforeseen forest
Save us from catastrophe
Of mistakes and uncertainty
Collapsing like dominos, right here in front of me

Lets get lost tonight
Through this internet satellite wifi connection
Let the danger go unnoticed
And hold onto what you deem to be closest to
Closets and clothespins
Tornados and whirlwinds
Scatter ever so softly
Into the vast blue horizon

We do anything for the limelight
Cause suffering is relative, consuming like twilight
Brand new features
These blood sucking creatures
Creep into the foreground
Back into the future

Facebooking

Anxiety shifting
Society’s thrilling
Friendship is nill
Like the boredom that kills
Time
So much time to waste on this utterly useless user friendly website
Ranting, raving, ever so tritely
Highly unlikely to properly punctuate writing
Say a funny blurb
About somebody’s newly updated status
Upload a picture, another brilliant Kodak moment
Society sucks nowadays,
We all have Facebook to show it

Planned out in full

God, give me something positive
To reflect on tonight before I lay my head down
I’m sick of having good dreams and waking up sad
Like the good times are over and this is all that I have
Left over
I may be low on the social totem pole in this very moment
But I know that you have something better for me to focus onto
Planting the seeds of a thirst that needs quenching
Cottonmouth kills slowly, the weeds of distraction
Inside of my blood steam
Turn the key and look inside the mind of a weakening
Heart – beating insufferably
Suffering is relative
To the mindset of the moment
Like breathing underwater
The methodology won’t last too long
Till you come up for air
Take a deep breath and dive down slowly
Into the cracks of an ocean left salty
Instead turn your eyes to the purer streams
Fishing for days, cleansing the mindset
Of things that won’t help you on your journey