Sunday, February 20, 2011

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. There is heavy cloud cover in the skies. It's getting darker and darker. The thunder is getting closer and closer. Why am i wearing shorts? I walk alone. I walk alone. Someone is at the other end of the street. There dark eyes staring down at me. You could hear a pin drop it is so quiet. There is a poster of a rap concert on the wall covered in graffiti. Graffiti is everywhere, gangs trying to claim there territory. I walk alone. I walk alone. The shadow creeps closer and closer to me. A bussiness card blows with the wind. Glass is all over the ground from shattered windows. It starts to rain. I walk alone. I walk alone. Casings of ammo cover the sidewalks. As do red and blue bandannas on each end of the street. The person passes by deep in thought of what had just happened. I walk alone. I walk alone. Voices in my head fighting back and forth like a bout between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier. You can feel the sadness in the air. Dreams being shattered. Will new ones come to life? I walk alone. I walk alone.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Thinking About You

Im thinking about you like cops think about robbers. Like robbers think about stealing. Like everyone thinks about stealing but robbers actually do it. Im thinking about you like cookies think about milk. Like pencils think about paper. Like Summer thinks about sun and Winter thinks about snow. Im thinking about you like Donald Trump thinks about money. Like everyone thinks about money. Im thinking about you like bloggers think about blogging. Like I think about blogging... about you! Im thinking about you like birdman thinks about tatoos. Like Michael Jordan thinks about basketball. Like Tiger Woods thinks about golf...and women. Like Tiger Woods thinks about women... but not you. Im thinking about you like ipods think about music. Like ketchup thinks about mustard. Im thinking about you like gamers think about gaming and people think about blaming. Im thinking about you like starving people think about food. Like fat people think about... well food. Like the girl of your dreams is thinking about another dude. I just can't stop thinking about YOU!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Direct Orders

Rock out like you just got a fresh pair of Jordans. Rock out like you just make a game winning shot. Rock out like you just landed in Hawaii. Rock out like you just made an eagle on a par 4. Rock out like your favorite team just won the NBA championship. Rock out like your skydiving for the first time. Rock out like you just got out of jail. Rock out like you just won the lottery. Rock out like your parents are out of town and you have the house to yourself. Rock out like your meeting your hero and he asks you if you want to come over to his house. Rock out like you just won a gold medal for your country. Rock out like your on National T.V. because your streaking accross the field. Rock out like you just got pulled over going 50 in a 25 but the cop lets you off with a warning. Rock out like today is your last day to live.