a night in south beach
eating pizza with sunglasses
Everyone turned on by the dark
joining in the happy horde
lucky to find a place to park
to pretend to be someone
to feel like a star
all I wanted was a beer
and a spot at the bar
pills and pot
beers and boos
all the money I spend
all the money I lose
flowing in a river of diversity
drowning out the facts of reality
beautiful people
beautiful place
I was part of the crowd
just another pretty face
omg!
omg, I lost my ipod
all my songs! all my music!
all the trips, travel and parties
scratches from a bottle cap
on the beach, the party plugged in
who took it?!? who stole it!?!
dammit!!!
deep breath…
relax…
the songs are safe on cerebro
the perfect mix
only 8 gigs
weeded out the crap…
maybe they will like them
their head nods with the beat
maybe it could help them
a step away from the street
replace? or use at the bar?
I know ebay, I can www dot
it was dented and scratched
look at spam on whats hot
smaller and faster
in colors it talks
the best ipod ever!
how did mine get lost, lol
get up
excuse me while I numb my brain
now my life is never the same
commotion in my skull
laziness not too dull
I can stare at the wall
I can laugh at them all
or drift off on my own
in my own little zone
buzz in my mind
clouds what I find
sifting in my thoughts
the thief that was caught
correct my mind
stop wasting time
This life is mine.
4 walls
sitting in this room
four cold cement walls
reflecting on the past
the time of my fall.
Born into regulations
of what I should be
how I should dress
and what’s best for me.
The numbers get higher
more pressure and burden
old violence and greed
made this path certain.
Forged into their heads
the seeds of evil past
the glory of a winner
the humility of last.
The false honor of money
all that power and fame
staring at these walls
that all look the same.
Why all these faults
we should have it right
with all the blood spilled
on the darkest of nights.
All the misguided people
corrupt inside their mind
I pray for all of you
in this room wasting time.
strength
tough… I’m tough.
I repel the evils
the forces that pull me
into dark rooms
and scarred faces.
I’m tough and strong
able to withstand the onslaught.
I will not let them succeed
in bringing me down
to play in their games.
I walked through the swamps
and lost forest
my will and patience
were stretched… tested
to see if I will break,
but I never did.
I stayed on my feet
keep moving, one more step.
I rose above the filth
laid firm my moral base
a foundation of confidence
toughness and Grace.
unplug
you sit and watch
your guard let down
absorbing its influence
every bullet’s sound
it’s opinion
the way they dress
determines the demeanor
of everybody left
stuck in every home
a society staple
more fuel for the fire
with supercharged cable
more choices
more wasted time
sitting your life away
thinking everything is fine
you sit and watch
the evil plugged in
turn the influence off
to let you life begin
Red Lies
I watched in awe
Super HD 4K slow mo
Conspiracy on live tv
Only to those in the know.
Just some kid with a gun
I’m not buying the media
Controlled by the party’s
Blackmail encyclopedia.
They all make promises
Both spin the lies
Hiding their secrets
From each other’s eyes.
The winning team shares a wink
Sends emails to direct the news
But when the party hits send
It’s the American people who lose.
the captain
there is a trust inside
talking to my head
whispering little inspirations
wild promises in bed
I feel it sustain
trying to direct the ship
but the damaged controls
from all I have done to it
thick grey fog
disrupts all the trust
like a fish out of water
the ship begins to rust
slowly slips away
never again called upon
buried under the pain
until the trust is almost gone
there is a trust inside
where you go is yours
there are limitless seas
among the infinite shores
with trust inside
let the captain gain control
only a matter of time
before your destination goal
my friends
things that will not help you tomorrow
paychecks, mortgages, leases and bills
jobs and bosses and stockmarket losses
this is his picture
his ideals
but my firends
wild and free
tattooed and holding blank canvases
running alongside the freeway laughing
they dare my life
ask it if it cares for them
they test their days
remind themselves they are alive
“live for today, tomorrow may never come”
they tell me, climbing cliffs
dancing in the crowds
creating the laughter
causing the commotion
my soul reminds me
about what is really important
of which path to take
the jungle of time is snarled
with the quick deaths of friends I know
and relatives I did not
reminds me of my present postion
I am alive where I am
Amonda, shot in the head, is long since buried…
shannon apollo 