POEMS NOT YET RELEASED - PAGE 18 OF 19

Maybe one day
I'll be the MAN that you wanna be with
And then you'll say:
Never would have thought it
Never would have believed it
but he did

morality
society

I'm not living day to day
More like hour to hour
Talent is something
But it's not the only thing
I got used to getting my way
Didn't care what {struck: [?]} anyone say

I Need a new color
I'm gettin' sick and tired of white
I Need a new color
To dip my brush into (5 syllables) Tonight
I Need a new color

② So smoothly did they
LAY ON THE Flattery with a trowel
① As they say if the peg hole don't fit then place in it
the proper dowel

The last time I was
on a plane I wrote a song
Since then nothing's gone
right
And yet time stays the
same
It just keeps
marching on...

I blame myself
For time never
Chooses sides
Time never pretends
To be anyone's friend

---

Then next time
take a left

This time
follow the sun
Rather than go
chasing the night

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COMPOSITION
60 Sheets - 120 Pages
4 1/2 IN x 3 1/4 IN (11.4 cm x 8.20 cm)

Dreams to aspire
Now flat as a tire
Can't go any higher
To say otherwise is to be a liar
At least it can't get any worse

Dreams to aspire
Now flat as a tire
Can't go any higher
To say otherwise is to be a liar
At least it can't get any worse

Empty limes are being filled
Sadam Husseins oil is being spilled
Exon valdez has hit a rock
Only time will tell if the leak will stop

Can't smell what the cook is rockin'
Noway to tell if this is ever stoppin
Go every day until the coffin is droppin

Every time the captain pulls up the ship hits the dock then
you find yourself upon the iceberg
then find yourself the subject of movies
If there's money in the bank
then evers thins is groovy

In a free market economy
guns aren't sold... they're
drawn

WARFARE

[crossed out: Racial]
Gender
Religious
CLASS

My mind is screaming!
My eyes are beaming!
My thoughts are racin,
For what I'll be tastin.
I'll soon be on the way.
That's all that I'll say.
Ding dong on the door,
Time for a score.
Oh hey, I'm really reeling,
How you feeling.
Hope you're not deceivin'
Or else I'll be leaving
CC..

Well you used to think that baby let it go
Soon you see that the verdict wasn't just so
The San Franciscan descent hid from view
the politician religious {struck: wouldn't do}
Until the sense of view came through
Soon the thieves knew where just to go

A week in the life of a man who's got a lot on his Plat
Just one leak in the dam is all that it takes
Run, run, run
'Cause here comes the flood
Run, run, run
Feet stuck in the mud
Run, run, run
Before you start sinking
Run, run, run
Why'd you ever come?
That's exactly what you've been thinking

Stay away from all man-made creations
When you go searching for something new
Keep it all natural when you're on vacation
I've learned there's better things to do
MARGIN:
on his Plat

A girl named Mary got a poem a long time ago
Back when I was dumb and in love and still had a long way to go.
I Don't remember if I ever told her how much I longed to hold her
Before I introduced her to my best friend
But soon shit hit the fan as best as I can understand
And it wasn't long before it all came to an end
They all disappeared
{struck: and we never spoke again}
My five best friends went away
They just sorta left me there
What was I to do or say?

9 {struck: 4} No, I don't have a flashy new car
9 {struck: 8} I could only dream of looking like
4 A movie star
9 {struck: 8} Never {struck: needed} a {struck: secret} dog mansion on the hill
9 {struck: 8} It's in that different way {struck: that} they say
4 My looks could kill
9 Climbed to the top of the ugly tree
9 I hit every branch when I fell down
4 Sucks to be me
9 All of the children throw rocks at me
9 Even bus them in from other towns
4 'Cause I'm Fugly
9 ( I AM F-U-G-L-Y fugly)
MARGIN:
ugly
Fat {struck: without} the p
Stupid
Lazy

whatever she did...
It ain't my kid

Sassafrass cures cifilus
I grabbed her ass and thought, "I could get used
But soon I got a rash
MARGIN:
to this"

Well we're living here in Elayna town
And the cops are always coming around
Down at the point they're packing it up
Making the call and watch for the cops
The phone never stops
But the was handed down
And its been happening everyday

I'm not rich but I can be
{struck: sure I'm} brilliant when
I'm lyrical
But I'm {struck: just} {struck: a real} {struck: coffee and} bitch
{struck: before my} cereal
But I'm such a bitch
I pour {struck: the} coffee on
my {struck: cold} cereal
MARGIN:
Not looking for purity

She was very
Trailor-ly
when we first
met...
With the clap
Came the applause
Then one day I said
Stop dropping your
dawers - Except
for me...

[Left side, top to bottom]
4
6
7

[Center to right side]
I make the worst girls smile
And the best girls cry
I do it with love
Just because that's my style...

Never more
all in a day

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Pub. 395

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39
[Bottom right corner, partially obscured/scribbled]
1
[Illegible symbol]

Well we all have our troubled pasts
Things we've done we can't take back

I AM ALWAYS ALONE
But the conversation never ends
You can find me at my home
Chatting with my 49 online friends
I haven't seen the sunshine
Since my computer crashed
My friends used to invite me out
And now they know not to ask
I sit on a thousand dollar chair
Which I out bid for on EBAY
I probably spent a little too much
But they delivered it the very next day
I can type eighty words a minute
I can type and chew gum
I buy everything right from my chair
Spend my time waiting for it to come
I wake up and have my coffee in Japan
Lunch {struck: is} south of the border down in Mexico
Not sure where I'm gonna have dinner
But online there's always someone to know

The saga of a slave
Is one which is filled with rage
And there are some like us who can never forget it
So you just cover your face
As you question your race
Pretending that you never
Let it effect you
Since there's no, "take two"

a poet, journalist, novelist, a sports writer
a talk show host, a musician, a comedian
a proffesor, a junkee, a historian, a preacher
teacher.

This is what I could do if I made up my mind
Society's forcing me to choose I'm running out of time
The clock is ticking I'm not a little boy anymore
The fruit's ripe for picking but what type of seeds are
in the core?
Oh what's instore?

① Merge with next poem
I, I don't want to lie to you
I don't wanna be your friend
I, I just want to confide in you
That I've saved my best...
For the very end

I, I'm not sure why I'm saying this
[scribbled out] glad things [scribbled out] went the way they did
Thought I was
I, I know I'm not the kinda guy
That keeps his feelings hid
Perhaps that's where the problem is...

RUNNING LATE
I got the power
To hang up on Schitzofrenia
I can't talk ya through it
Couldn't do it for any of ya
So Crazy Time
IS Closing Time
I cover my ears
Pretend to walk blind

Whatever it takes
To give ya the shake
Audios Amigos
Sorry I am already
Running Late

I got the power
To

on Whether or not to serve power
To [crossed out word] to [crossed out word] pretty [crossed out word]
go pulling in this garden of flowers
weeds [crossed out word] when its time to work.
On [crossed out word] be like everyone else - [crossed out word] were gone

Here I am back,
again
I've come to find
my long lost friend
Been many years
Since I last saw him
The question wasn't
if but when
It took a little
longer than some
may have believed
We've both been cut
Many times but
So what if we bleed?

I've been staring at the moon
ALL NIGHT
But the only one who's changed
Is me
still the same face I've seen before
Hasn't even moved
From what I can see

v
K

Gotten so bad lately
No I don't say anything
at all

I just got laid off and now I'm pretty
pissed off-you better run away.
Workin here for twelveyears bustin my
but [crossed out: I got nothin to say]
Except for [crossed out: good bye] "hello, and
good bye"
I got nothin now and I got nothin to
lose.
With me holdin you hostage you don't
have many options to chose
you can try to run, try to hide.
But I'm already here inside.

With six bullets left and seven
of you
Not really sure what I'll do.
There's George, he's my boss
The one who fired me but I guess it's his loss.
---
I just got laid off and now I'm pretty
pissed off-you better run away.
Workin here for twelve years bustin my
but [crossed out: dead] again and I got nothin to say.
Except for [crossed out: good bye] "hello", and
good bye
I got nothin now and I got nothin to
lose.
with me holdin you hostage you dont
have many options to chose
you can try to run, try to hide.
But I'm already here inside.

with six bullets left and seven
of you
Not really sure what I'll do.
there's George, hes my boss
The one who fired me but I guess it's his loss.

Trust your whiskers

[On the lined paper, oriented vertically:]
i haven't played for fourteen days
[A vertical column of scribbles obscuring text]
[A circular drawing with shading at the top and bottom]
[A drawing of a shape, with text next to it:]
There's a hole in
the pole
[Text at the bottom, written upside down relative to the top text:]
Second hand knicker wearing Tramp
underlapped
obliviated

ATORVASTATIN
levothyroxine

After you've won every battle
and yet still lost the war
is when you see the tragedy
Wonder what the fussin' and fighting's for

(Come fuck me pumps)

I let 'em see me sweat
As I cried in my beer

My demons are like faithful dogs
Arriving when summoned

Cracks...
A chink in the armor

How many people know themselves that [crossed out] well