oh i really wish it rain,
maybe it would wash away,
my sorrows would be long gone,
before the sunrise's in the morning,

all these heartaches and sorrows just give,
me a reason to fight,
try to imagine night is day,
day is night,

praying for my soul,
people dying,
children crying,
with no where to go,

in this life i have know where to go,
and its ashamed,
i just wish I would be in the valley of the son,
I've seen, I've heard a mother cry,

it brings so much pain,
so i wish it would rain,
to wash away,
this bloodshed everywhere I go,

but all these tears of sorrow,
are the only bet that it will be better,
tomorrow,
I pray that my sorrows will be gone,

BEFORE THE SUN RISES IN THE MORN'.

AMBER SKY

There is another sky,

Ever calm and not always fair,

And there is another sun that doesnt shine,

Though it be full of life there;

Never mind faded memories, BRAD,

Never mind silent fields -

Here is a vast forest,

Whose leaf is amber yellow;

Here is a brighter garden,

tho darkness is all we see,

Where frost cannot be,

In its unfading amber mums,

I hear the killa bee hum,

come, my brother,

Into MY garden come!

gone

so this is it I say goodbye,
to this ever changing chapter of my life,
in these mistakes the path was long,
and I'm sure I'll answer when I'm gone,

So when the day comes when the sun won't touch my face,
tell the ones that loved me that I've finally left from this place,
it's been so cold,
look at my face,
,
all the stories I can't erase,

the road is long,
one more poem,
something to remind you when I'm gone,

the road to hell,
along the way,
is paved with good intentions so they say,
and some believe,
that no good deed

goes unpunished so it seems,
so when the day comes and the sun won't touch my face
tell the ones that cared enough,
it's been so cold,

a little something to remind you when I'm gone,
I SAY GOODBYE,
TO THIS EVER CHANGING CHAPTER OF MY LIFE,
IN THESE MISTAKES THE PATH WAS LONG,
AND I'M SURE I'LL ANSWER FOR THEM WHEN I'M GONE.

forever

I hope I've seen my last hotel room,

another place to go,

another destination with no where to call home,

another time,

to say I love you,

another time to say goodbye,

because no one wants to fight,

cause I can see it in your eyes,

the sparkle is gone forever,

don't say its forever,

and when we touch,

is the fire gone forever,

please God don't say forever,

another month I'll miss her birthday,

I've missed so much,

of what I thought,

and what I might say,

I can see it in your eyes,

is that sparkle gone forever,

don't say it forever,

and when we touch,

is the fire gone forever,

don't fuckin say forever,

those times we had,

 our ups,

our downs,

we just have to pull together,

 like a storm,

another time split, not together

somewhere in this place,

takes me from home,

but I'm coming home,

cause I can see it that the sparkle is there forever,

'and i can feel when we touch,

the fire burns forever,

cause this is forever.

fake

a broken girl,

a crack polished diamond girl,

that just cracks and burns,

and it weirds me out,

if I could just turn and run,

if i could be who she wanted,

all the time,

cause she seemed like the real thing,

she lived with a broken man!

who just crumbled and burned,

I used to be the real thing,

I used to do,i used to!

but,

gravity always wins,

and it wears me out,

she looked like the real thing,

my plastic love,

but I can't help but feel it,

I could blow thru the ceiling,

\

it wears me out. if i could just be fake....welll it wears me out.

lotus

i was slipping till you found me in your pocket,
i was groving till you figured me out,
there's an empty space inside my heart,
till you find me there,
till you find me there,
I'll never be free,
like a bird in it's nest,
fall from a tree,
will you let me fall,
I cant kick a habit,
just for your fast balloning head,
listen to your heart.

Broken

these fucking valleys are too steep,

to climb alone,

i try to pay attention,

but my direction just disappears,

to most I speak in riddles,

maybe it's just my words that get in my way,

I'll dig myself a little hole,

to shelter the demons that have entered my head,

no place to call home and no one to call my own,

I'll wonder this world,

kindred soul,

broken,

torn,

re-kindling the strength I know I have,

warming fire light,

cool breeze blowing,

eyes closed,

no matter where I am,

I know I've done some good,

my three angels,

if you knew,

understood?

pepperoni cheese bread,

feathered hair brushed on my head,

pictures drawn with fingertips,

so long ago,

seemingly mythical,

johnny cash,

de-gum-de-gum,

last two lines to most may sound dumb,

but you know,

one thing will never change,

and that's the love, the link,

that we share,

and no matter what has come between,

us,

there is no way you'll know what you mean,

to me.

my sister, my heart, I love you.

aceblade's confused cranium.

Good-bye

twilight was the first time
I remember seeing a glimpse,
of you,
who would've thought,
or knew,
47 weeks later we were bonded,
glue,
new orleans nights,
Harrah's casino lights,
sweet memories already fading tho,
as I write into this night,
no doubt things got twisted,
from Ruth's Chris,
to biscuits,
but what my body told me,
well,
you'd probably never understand,
see,
I've kept it real,
fifty-one fifty,
not you ma,
nah,
more like 21-50,
just know you and I are thru,
you have turned everything good,
into something I can't undo,
I've heard that in order to move on,
you have to lean on,
your heart but I'm thru,
with a kiss and a smile,
I'm throwing up my dueces.
one!

Yours

I carry your love inside my heart,
And your heart inside my own,
Memories will never fade or shy,
Your love I will call my own,
Your lips that I have tasted sweet,
Green eyes I've gazed till late,
As each of their lids have shut,
I've watched you fall to sleep,
And your hair I would softly brush,
Stealing your kisses so very sweet,
Your heart and love forever inside my own,
I'll keep them forever as mine,
And pray and hope you've kept mine as yours,
Until the end of time.

Atonement of things that haunt my soul

Fresh start rotted and withered,

As a pecked plum from its vine,

Dreams came crashing down,

Like a tidal wave of depression and lost time,

Prayers and hope develop good faith,

And in turn blessings will come,

Bookmarked in their minds and burned,

Much work and change is to be done,

And if persevered a new era will arise,

And troubled waters will be behind the stern,

And as each turn in the river is passed,

These bad days will be atoned,

Now they've been,

with a light heart I rise today,

thinking back to times we shot,

yellow books with tech nines,

From point blank range inside my post,

the bullet would pierce about 1-1-1/2,

at most,

and me, Easy, and Ho-dog, oh and Banning,

Dug out those slugs and made us a necklace,

233 Main St. is where we kicked it back then,

and it's the same damn place that it came to an end,

I hope by now people understand what happened,

and I hope they try,

to realize we only have moments left,

in this short, crazy but beautiful life.

BP

K. Gates live

Watch "Kevin Gates - SXSW 2013" on YouTube

Kevin Gates - Satellites

Watch "Kevin Gates - Satellites (Official Music Video)" on YouTube

Gates

inspired,
the thoughts that nostalgically,
nose their way up to the surface,
interrupted by nothing,
born again and again,
to the fiery pits of not being good enough,
but realizing that you are,
so once again,
I must grab the boot straps,
that I've gripped in the past,
and make my way,
to the gates that we are supposed to enter.

misunderstood

in this crazy life,
misunderstood,
ups and downs,
some bad some good,
little feet pitter patter,
and not long after,
nostalgic imagination,
takes the place,
world turned upside down,
but does any of it,
really matter,
YES,
starting over is hard to do,
opening my heart,
not knowing who I am,
wish I had a clue,
dizzy head,
windshield break,
saw loved ones briefly,
for goodness sake,
minutes to hours,
days to nights,
try to stay warm,
on this cool crisp,
chest feels tight,
hic-cup,
misunderstood,
again tonight.

Z-Ro- "This Ain't Livin" Official Video

http://youtu.be/bv0b7JQu_R8

from green fields and clovers,
with white spindles blowing,
smell of wind,
felt on my fingertips,
to life of strife,
where and when did this time end,
from third grade recess,
till senior-skip-out day,
the sky is still as blue,
and the birds tweets are
just becoming new
again,
so much pain and stress
when will it end?
if I'd only follow intructions
no telling where
I'd be.

transition

How is it or is it how...

do they say?,

withdrawing so rapidly,

with no delay,

from the simple moments

that punctuate my life,

a healthy, young-son,

two-beautiful girls,

and two,

not so good wives,

or were they?

I have to say,

after the hell

they continue to pay,

for my wreckless abandonment,

now in a transition stage,

don't know North from South,

East from W-yesstt!,

nor where I am going,

how has everyone I've learned to love,

left me so quickly,

and I know it will happen again,

and again,

but,

wouldn't want it any other way,

stamping my grafitti on today,

for loving so hard,

as if my heart didn't have anything left,

to say.

times

Is the spoon hot,

and the needle 

sharp,

let it be so

you and me can drift away,

I can hear you say

that the world is black,

things are coming down and,

it's upon your back,

yet your body shakes

you fade away,

and you close the shades,

hoping you won't see a new day,

but if I tried to do it,

I'd probably get some time,

yeah,

you might do it,

and you might lose your mind,

you got to hold on to your time,

till you break thru these times of trouble,

when you drop,

you talk when you're torn,

and the words get hard,

and the pull of death is close today,

so be careful love,

 they'll push you in,

So,

I'm fucking swinging,

singing my mother's song,

yeah, I know you're just playing,

baby,

but this road,

sometimes the road gets hard,

cause somebody left you out on the ledge,

what if somebody would've pushed you over the edge,

you'd have to hold on,

don't fall,

and break thru these times of trouble,

and,

I'm fucking swingin my mother's sword,

and I know I'm praying that my broken heart,

will mend when my heart won't start,

but if somebody left me out on the ledge 

then pushed me off the lifeless edge,

if somebody loved me  and then left me for dead,

I know I'd have to hold on and break thru,

thru these,

these times of trouble.