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Meet Me at the Door

EDIT:it's a lot harder than I thought to upload pictures on a blog from an iPhone

If I were to walk through 1000 doors,
I would be stuck doing 2000 chores,
But what would happen if one stayed open?
As the blues walks out,
And introduces copen.

Look at the change that the world brings,
Revolution and rebellion initiates these things,
But what would happened if one never closed?
And the story it shouts
is just a ridiculous prose.

Feel the shakes of a metamorphosis, 
All of it's dreams inspire the forces,
But what would happen if they all got locks? 
Hinder their greatness,
And drag them against the rocks.

Hear the cries for redemption and mercy,
Not from the weak but from men like Percy,
But what would happens if the hinges came loose?
Now everyone suffers,
And refuse to make truce.

Taste the sour treats of joy in defeat,
Under the illusion that we are on our feet,
But what would happen if a line should form?
Stricken with boredom,
After refining norm.

See what you can and believe what you will,
Fascinated by victims of Doctor Ill,
But what would happen if the doors should break?
Sympathy is useless,
And remorse is fake.

So would I choose to walk through 1000 doors,
And be stuck with those 2000 chores,
Like everyone else I can only want more,
So give me a pen,
And meet me at the door.

Reason for Absense

I'm taking a quick break from the poetry to finish up a screenplay. Sorry if y'all been waiting on something.

Excuse Me While I Womp

Left, Right, Up, Down
Please bring it to my town
Waiting for a beat drop
Ten times sicker than Bieber
And double that of Hip Hop

Waving lines of Glo-Sticks
Listening to the Electrics
Pulsing through the crowd
from the DJ to the Waitress
Making dubheads feel proud

Losing me without discretion
But the music shows me direction
I figured out all that I need
is some great house music
but take emphasis off the speed

Dancing has no form of normality
The right technique is only a fallacy
But while you stand, I will stomp
Content in my actions,
So please excuse me while I womp

Nate's Fish Tale

Down in the middle of the Lone Star State,
there was a old man who we like call to Nate.

His hair was the color of his dark brown shoe,
and most of the time he had not a clue what to do.

Then one day his neighbor knocked on his door,
and asked something of Nate bigger than a chore.

The man was leaving for a place called Stockholm,
but was wondering if Nate could take care of his home.

Nate could see the urgency in his neighbor's face,
so he told the man he would take care of his place.

The man told Nate all sorts of responsibilities,
all of course which were within Nate's abilities.

The man thanked Nate and went off on his way,
now Nate had something to do the rest of his day.

He grabbed his coat and sauntered across the street,
ready to see what kind of food his neighbor had to eat.

Nate searched the fridge and found some good noodles,
he was about to dig in until he was disrupted by a poodle.

The man was specific about what the dog was to be fed,
but Nate couldn't remember anything his neighbor had said.

He gave the pup a bite and then eventually a full meal,
lemon pepper pasta with some goat cheese and veal.

The duo dined quickly as both their hungers were equal,
Nate was amazed that the dog was begging for a sequel.

After their meal they made their way straight to the sofa,
Nate looked down at the dog and said, "Yo, scoot ova!"

When they both finally woke up it was already dark,
so Nate had an idea of taking the poodle to the park.

He grabbed the dog's red leash and his neighbors fishing pole,
he was going to grab some trout with the dog at the old fishing hole.

On his way out the door he was struck by some fate,
as he saw a tadpole and had found the perfect bait.

Now with a lure as pure as nature can provide,
Nate was ready to go fishing with a poodle by his side.

They stopped by the store to pick up some cheap liquor,
because vodka always made the fish come to Nate quicker.

They sat on the banks of a steadily flowing creek,
waiting to catch Nate's conversation topic for the week.

And then his line began to jiggle and tighten up,
that's when Nate decided he had to put down his cup.

The fish was strong and wasn't going down without a fight,
so Nate had to battle despite his vision blinded by the night.

When he finally got his hands on the prize of his effort,
that was the beginning of Nate's fish cooking expert.

He went back home and cleaned out the glorious fish,
after that he started to prepare a delicious side dish.

The dog's tail suddenly began to wag faster and faster,
waiting on a new human treat cooked by his new master.

They feasted again and couldn't complain about the cuisine,
the dinner was so good that it made both man and dog scream.

On his way back to the couch Nate answered his telephone,
and that's when his neighbor made one instruction very known.

"If you break everything in the house, don't worry about it. That's fine.
But if you fuck with my daughter's tadpole, I will shatter your spine."

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday....

The sun rises up through the trees bright and early
But the spirit of the game lives in the tall and burly

The fans get up and ready for the game today
Because now it doesn't matter what the papers say

They pack and they load all sorts of great snacks
And fill up there cars with all sorts of beer in the back

The autumn air births a scent known by all
Everyone knows football is synonymous to Fall

Everything stops for this glorious event without doubt
It's ironic that 12 o'clock is when church let us out

They bolt to there homes and run to theirs dressers
They don their Pride's colors and turn into professors

Then the armies flock into the theaters of touchdowns
making their presence known in the form of three sounds

Sometimes they chant and then sometimes they boo
Sometimes they scream so loud the refs don't know what to do

But they make there way to their seats in arenas or at home
Watching as their team begins to fight for their throne

And then the time comes and kick off comes near
That special time when season starts
and you almost shed a tear.

Sk8r

As he opens his eyes,
the ring of an alarm clock sounds.
He puts a smile on his face,
as if nothing could bring him down.

He reaches for his clothes,
his hat and his shoes.
Grabbed his music and board
as if he knew what to do.

Down the stairs and in the kitchen,
he throws a poptart in the toaster.
He eats his meal and cleans his mess
as the moment keeps getting closer.

One last stop before he rides,
as he creeps into his parents room.
"Love y'all." "Love you, too."
And then he raced outside,
pressed play on his side,
and all he heard was Click, Click, Boom.....

Down the sidewalks

and across the streets,

he carves and controls the wood beneath his feet.

He surfs on the hills,

spinning and turning,

no matter the risk because his passion keeps burning.

On the way to his palace,

a rail catches his eye.

A new obstacle for him to elevate his high.

Frontside, Backside,

any kind of cool slide,

anything he landed help him conjugate his true pride...

Suns up at high noon,

time to take a break.

Cherry cola and a sandwich followed by a fruit cake.

Back on his way again,

heading for the skate park.

He knows he's so close because he can hear the ramps bark.

Showered by his audience,

he greets and is welcomed by peers.

Now he has an army to face whatever he may fear.

Ledges and Stairs,

Girls with green hair,

40 year old men in half-pipes soaring through the air.

He tests his surroundings,

thorough in his exam,

then turned to his friends and said,

"This is who I am."