Write To This Picture: June '07
 

Write to this picture by Inga Nielsen for June

i'm in the desert stranded, no civilization for miles &/
my imagination starts goin' and i'm seein' rock houses/
and inside is water and shawty's wit' small blouses/
that wanna feel on me and put' me in there mouth's, yeah/
i get kinda horny, i blink and the vision is gone/
cuz my mind has just took another step beyond/
reality, and my dream got me feelin' all abandoned/
back to the desert and realizing i'm stranded/

realized im getting older through the years i slowed down
was the one ta approach first and now its a ghost town
carried weight on my shoulders years made me old now
the sudden impact of boulders is what made me go down
follow my own footsteps they lead a path of decay
you can say i know best but i never do whats okay
mountains my last resort they're the only place for me
establish my own fort but all i can say is sorry

yea dull rhyme but fuck it who reads them anyways : /

I'm Back For a While..... ha


I'm high as a plane so out tha window I look
And realize life has just became pages in a Dr. Suess Book
Rock houses one has tha shape of a face
No humans appear I wonder wut happened to tha humans of race (Humans peroid)
Street lights hang on old crooked trees
N I see no light is this tha Chosen fate for me
To die in tha hot sand. alone wit no friends
I wake up n its time to hit tha blunt again

shit

^^you shoulda wrote a rhyme like how dr suess writes lmao that woulda been so dope

People are still doing this?? good lookin out Strobe

when is july goin up

JULY, the symbol of americas freedom- americas pride
JUly the time that my soul withers and died
for i am going to prison, locked up in one of those blocks
faceless people lookin out wishin for that freedom, but cannot..
ultimately achieve it for the wrongs that they did..
some of them have been there since they were kids..
forever trying to escape the lonliness of this place,
which takes your soul through another faze-
for the young boy who used to look forward to july-
now defy-the very existence of it.... he would rather die
den stay in this place of purgatory
always trying to find a way to escape trying to be free
used a rope ladder to escape the eternity of hell
and faced, emptiness, for he cannot not escapes the wraths of.........................
...............july............

oh shyt i thought this was supposed to be about july
haha
oops

Just Getting Old
 

I feel trapped the windows of my sole stay open
and I know Ive went off the path but im still hopen
that in the end ill make it to the mountain of a goal I see
well hell if not at least at the end I can rest
and look back in the sand of my memories that I kept
but right now I just gotta keep moving as long as I dont go back im fine
then once its my time Ill go back to those times
I GUESS IM JUST GETTING OLD

The path more taken.
 

As I walk through the desert of the absence of life,
I look at my path and wonder what’s right?
Should I pursue an epiphany off in the distance?
Maybe I’ll be repayed for unrelenting persistence,
Or should I follow these tracks and become one of “them,”
I know who made these tracks but what happened to him?
Did he become one of these windows…these eyes,
I look to God for answers…not a cloud in the sky.
The path to the top is long and difficult,
Feels like a choice; every step I take becomes pivotal,
Will I keep taking the "true" path that leads to the summit?
Fuck it I need shelter; LIFE: I’m not above it.