Archive for June, 2006

Mr. Ghostman (6/13/2006)

I see some people have issues like Kleenex got tissues
If you find that shit lame, well, I guess, boy, it fits you
I don’t want this to hit you, though, cause it might break a platter
If there’s nothing to spin then the party might shatter
And the people that scatter might get a bit crazy
They just might come for me, well that’s really a maybe
I’m not dealing with ladies when you’re like Mrs. Daisy
So disappear like a ghost, not like Patrick Swayze
But you think that you phase me? Then you really don’t know me
I’m so calm, cool, collected, so just kneel down and blow me
And show me the way that you made all your friends son
You can start a mix tape, but I’ll be sure that I end one
I’ll seal it and send one and I’ll tell Mr. Postman
“Make sure that it gets there, to my Mr. Ghostman
He’s been wanting to boast man, so here’s my dedication
Now please rush this to him, I don’t like hesitation”
Cause I lost my reservations when his bullshit persisted
He’s just a little too tender, he can’t handle the critics
The one’s with the balls to step up in the moment
His anger’s a farce and he’s so far from potent
And I thought he should know it so I stood up and told it
I held to my word and made sure that I sold it
A “wanna be” knight with a horse made of bullshit
I thought you were cool, but you continue to pull this
And you’re acting so foolish, so hidden and gutless
Disguising your words like they’re chicken veal cutlets
Man, I crack my ass up with the lame jokes like that
Oh, before I lose track, can you please play my nut sack?

Notes: It’s a piece you have to read a bit slowly. If you can’t already tell, it’s supposed to be cheesy as hell. Lame insult after lame insult. Why? Because I’m not angry, just having fun trading blows with a truly immature person. On a side note, I never thought I’d use Patrick Swayze’s name in a rhyme, haha.

Generalization of a Lone Man (6/3/2006)

Let’s take a look at our subject as he smiles along
He laughs with the rest so they don’t know something’s wrong
Some kind of protection from the thoughts in his mind
He’s doing fine though he feels a little worn out by the time
As he goes down the line and examines the faces
The stories of the people and the tales of the places
The way they all seem complacent without needing too much
Yet he gave up the world and now he can’t even find trust
So he breathes in the dust and stays down on the ground
There’s no point to get up when your hope has been drowned
So just lay on your back and simply pray that it passes
Then wipe the sweat from your brow and clear the tears from your lashes
And fight the fears and the madness and remember the good times
Every moment you smiled and when you knew that you could rhyme
With nothing but good lines, a silent prayer of thanks giving
Back to a time that’s been lost, way back when he was still living

I know it seems it’s the same thing, but trust me it’s different
One man had died with emotion, but this one will die with logistics
Hoping that logic will fix this and make everything a bit better
So he can get right back on the road and simply get it together
With the pieces thought missing and the questions unanswered
Replaced by solutions and instincts and more light in the lantern
The feelings that hampered him will be thrown to the wayside
And quickly forgotten when he sees that they ain’t right
Cause it’s not that he hates life, he’s just tired of feeling
The highs and the lows of a life with no meaning
And though he’s happy with dreaming, he knows there’s nothing to live for
There’s no light in his mind, his heart’s unwilling to give more

Notes: It’s a little weak, technically speaking, but my mind wasn’t all there. The piece itself describes the feeling of not thinking there’s anything out there that assures you of a happy future, especially after seeing what’s more than good enough for others.