Frantik Brainz

yes!!!!

Fri, 05 Nov 2004 07:59:29 GMT

Infinity

Mon, 19 Apr 2004 12:34:00 GMT

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I rewind my mind
To unwind society’s (–)stereo(+)typical bind
It’s battery powers only consistent disappointment

So, I made an appointment with society,
But society didn’t show
It said that it would, provided my mind didn’t grow

But it did grow and it couldn’t power my mind anymore…

I drain society with a metal pen, and
Send disappointment away with magnetic ink
To sink and neutralize into the mind’s neuron paper
I taper it into a prison, yes
My decision will not be society made!

I am not the (-)stereo(+)typical, no
Not the typical left or right channel, and
I will not be channeled by any radio station, cause
I station myself neither positive or negative

I AM NEUTRAL

Yes, I balance my soul to be heard
Not obscured by stereo
My left and right brainwaves combine
To intertwine into this

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The Temple turned into the guarded castle...

Mon, 19 Apr 2004 11:50:49 GMT

The Temple

The meditated pro-vision of your eyes glow, thru
The dense saran wrap that keeps my soul fresh, at
Least for another 24 hours
The powers that you possess

Mesh into my being to unwrap its seal, and
I feel your glowing warmth flow into me

Yet I pre-meditated and created my own home without doors and a big sign that says,

KEEP OUT…

-FRANTIK-

ME+

Sat, 17 Apr 2004 13:19:09 GMT

I am

The twisted fragment of lust

I am

The outer layer of crust

Rotted.... away from a cherry pie
I lie alone
Dry of cherries, in a foil tin

Im in the corner peeking out,
with a crumble cookie grin

No longer compressed with the whole,
Im in the bowl by my/self...

Yes, I have self/satisfaction...

And I cost a fraction of the price,
But I no longer entice

the ....U....

Cause I have lost the WHOLE...

AND I AM NOT WHOLE...

I HAVE A HOLE...

Cause ....U.... stole all the cherries

Basic America

Sun, 07 Mar 2004 10:20:48 GMT

I wrote this a while ago as a free write, and I also spit this at the Cantab for poetry night. In this poem I kind of stuck to the principle of commercialism, in the great US of A. After I wrote this I read Saul Williams new book, which I recommend to everyone, where he sums up my whole poem in a few short wordz.

THIS IS A MATERIAL WORLD...

-Saul Williams-
Said The Shotgun to the head

Basic America

Hate comes
Straight from the mind
When kind thoughts are losst
& tossed aside
To stay wide open for the poison

ITS ON THE TV

Watch and see society lose its compassion
While fashion is made to cover the soul
It stole your eyesight
Right along with your youth

THAT’S THE PROOF TO FIND WHAT IS REAL

So steal back your life from the prison
Your decsion will override the split vision
When your fishin for dreams
It seems like the only way
To stay and win in the pool
Is when you drool over possibilities
To the capabilities of being wealthy

IT’S AN UNHEALTY GREED TO FEED THE MIND FALSE HOPE

That rope will choke your freedom from your thoughts
When your clots are clogged by the tightrope path
And math is calculated to live in its program

SAM IS TRYING TO BE UNKLE TO THE PLANET

And magnet its stagnant self to the fridge
While it can bridge itself between the paper
It’s a caper to avoid the weight

-FRANTIK-

Metaphorically speaking

Sun, 22 Feb 2004 06:55:23 GMT

I wrote this after analyzing my life a little, and doing a little soul searching. I concluded what I had learned in this brief metaphorical summary. I hope these wordz are useful to my friends to motivate them on there path, cause there all talented "mo' fo's"...

Instructions For Eating Yourself

With every good meal you need a fork

The meal waits for its fork

The fork decides how much, and if to eat

Without the fork only one decision can be made

The meal will taste bland without it

The meal can be served with courses, but is not always complimented

When the meal is finished the fork will be put down

But then again theres always the spoon’s turn for dessert!

-FRANTIK-

Venting!!

Tue, 17 Feb 2004 10:11:44 GMT

This poem I wrote is basically me just being steamed about life in general, and how I see things progressing. If you feel me, you’re probably in the same predicament. I you don’t feel me, your better off.

The Cycle

Rotating like a ferris wheel my day will begin
The sun can rest soon and it starts to grin
The moon frowns at the break of day,
And wakes with me tired and grey

I take a shower for almost an hour,
Then I power the toothbrush to clean out the sour taste
I replaced the trace of nicotine with the fluoride paste
Yet I waste no time, to feed the cavities more grime

The moon, now, shines away the day’s routine
And the day fades away just like a dream
The moon, full, and bright with cheer
Awakens the sky with illuminating tears

My ears listen to the stream of an MP3
And my body awakens to the sip of green tea
I agree to see my friends on my cellular phone
And I leave my home where the night has already been set in stone

The night, now, bright with delight
At the sight of the full moon
Sweeps away the warmth of the day just like a broom
The gloom of night has been set in full bloom

We sit and talk over coffee
And stretch away time, going round like toffee
The cup is filled, refilled, and filled again
Then my time is killed, and I’ve already been billed

The twilight hours now approach
The moon moves a gracefully as a coach
Moving steadily towards its destination
It will not rest till it reaches the last station

I sit robotically and melodically
Contemplating my current state of affairs
Work and more work, but nobody cares
I’m stuck in the red zone again that sucks away my life shares

The moon prepares for the suns arrival
And anxiously awaits the revival of its tired face
Soon, but briefly, it will face the new day
But in its circular motion it will come back this way

I lay down in bed motionless and drained
Yet I can’t sleep cause nothing was gained
Pained and panicked I take the sleeping aid
But like the moon I am bound to repeat the same parade

-FRANTIK-

Valentines Day can kiss my ass.....

Sat, 14 Feb 2004 15:39:53 GMT

I wrote this especially for today’s special holiday. This is for all you lovely little couples that can’t hang out with their friends because they have to spend it with each other alone, and in love (maybe).

I’ve Been

Broken

Shattered

Stabbed

Beaten

Shot

Torn

Abused

Shredded

Snapped

Tortured

Ripped

Cheated

Leached

Battered

Scandalled

Punched

Grabbed

Smacked

Robbed

Cut

Smashed

Stolen

Violated

Frightened

Stung

Stalked

Taunted

Burned

Harassed

And brought back to life, all in the name of love.

But I’m all done for this week.

Last Call

Fri, 13 Feb 2004 14:50:18 GMT

I wrote this over a couple week period. I wanted to tell a story with my wordz, and I think I accomplished what I set out to do. So I hope you can enjoy, and relate in some way to this tale.

The Bottoms Up

ACT 1

Kill that shrill voice inside my head.
It talks loco when I try to sleep in my bed.

It screams in pain to send shivers up my spine.
It only tells me to spend time next to the fine wine.

I do what it says to shut it up.
So abrupt was my hand to the cup,
That I decided that this drink wasn't enough.

Stuffed my keys in my pocket, and I was out the door.
I adored the alcohol, so I went to get more.

The bar was packed to attract the sex
That was progressed and instigated by the drink
To the brink of insanity.
It was a calamity, until I had the frosty cup in hand.
Then I stood and watched the music play from the bars band.
As bland as it was people were dancing,
And I could see, in the distance, two women were advancing.

We sat down and talked, drank, then talked and drank some more.
Soon it was last call, so we walked out the door.

We headed back to their place, where we picked up the pace,
And it was a race to the bedroom where the three of us would face.

"I have the 'protection' one of them declared,
So we were heated a little until I was prepared,
And we shared the bed very late in night.
It was a sight for sore eyes when I awoke the next day.
My 'protection was broken next to where I lay.

Had I drank so much not to notice I thought,
And then the voice burst out at me with a shot.

It laughed at me with mocking pride,
So with stride, I put my pants back on my hide.
I called the cab for a ride,
And when I left the girls still lay sleeping on the bed inside.

ACT 2

Thoughts collided when I confided in my mind.
I didn't understand how I had been so blind.

When I tried to sleep away my fears
The voice appeared and was ringing in my ears.
Gears worked the clockwork inside the mind's eye,
Making me think I might even die.
Shying away from the bed, I went to the fridge,

But I cringed when the door creaked with a roar.
It tore through my ears with searing pain,
And then the voice came back to make me insane.

"Stain someone else's mind with your lies.
I despise what you made me do, it was unwise.
Disguise yourself no more with your lies".
I shrieked at him suddenly with tears in my eyes.
It was quiet for a moment, but he finally replies,

"Cries of grief is all I have heard,
But its absurd to think what I have done to you is unheard.

Every word I have spoken has been a token
That you have always broken.

So, let me elaborate on this state of affairs
That tears you to shreds, and treads
On your life making you wish you were dead.
Your red in the face about me I can tell,
But in all this time I have only tried to make you well".

"Sell these lies not to me" I said in retort.

"Believe me I do not, I will tell you in short.
You contort the image that I would do you ill will,
But I tell you to drink because it gives you a thrill.
I fill your mind with good things to do,
But you shoo me away, telling me that were threw.
True I’ve laughed at you in the past when shit hit the fan,
But you ignored my advice, took off, and ran!
You banned my advice to entice yourself to sleep,
And deep in drink you lay in bed without a peep.
A creep in your mind is not what I am".

"What you are, I don't give a damn.
Cram your advice and go away.
Don’t talk to me again, and do not stay.
I pray that you just leave me alone,
Because my mind can no longer be your home"

ACT 3

And Home it wasn’t I would have pleasantly said.
The voice was dead, and I could think straight in my head.
In bed I did not drink at night,
But at least the voice was not there to give me a fright.

I had a bright little future, now, with no worry,
But my motivation was gone and everything was blurry.
I was not in a hurry to drink all the time,
And I guess that was fine cause I had better things on my mind.

I devoted myself to college,
Pursued my dreams and grasped more knowledge.

Soon my life would all be straight and I could pursue my fate.
It’s not to late to change my ways.
It pays not to drink all of these days,

And this was the way it was for a while,
But all the while, something was brewing, something very vile.
And months down the road guess who would dial?

"Hello, who is this", I asked, when I had picked up the phone?

"I have a bone to pick with you,” the voice sharply said,

And I wondered who it was while my face turned red.

"Don’t you know who this is, you slept with us both in bed".

A dread in my mind boiled my brain,
And I shouted, "Why are you calling my house, are you insane?
Believe me I have no interest in you.
As far as I’m concerned you were just a good screw"!

"Eww, I don’t want you again, she insisted,
But I had to tell you, even though I have resisted,
That it has been a few months, and we both have missed it.
We visited the hospital just to be sure,
And sure enough our perception was not obscure.
I know that night for you must have been a blur!

However, were you aware that the condom broke, or did you even care?
How dare you imply that I have been unfair!
So do not ignore what I’ve said; do not dare"!

I stared at my wall for what seemed like an hour.
Then my head felt dizzy, and my stomach turned sour.

"I have the power of attorney, she stated,
So this conversation should no longer be debated.

We contemplated our decision and were going to keep both of our sons.
It stuns you, I can tell,
But you had better pay the child support on the bell".

She slammed down the phone and I did not feel to well
I'd have to shell out money the rest of my life,
With no dreams Id be able to accomplish, and I would not have a wife.

At the moment I felt very horrible,
And I realized that school could no longer be affordable,
But a drink right now I would find very adorable.

Sure enough the voice came back, but I must admit I sighed with relief.

-Frantik-

Losst Cause's

Thu, 12 Feb 2004 14:12:55 GMT

I wrote this about the time of my last birthday. I don't know why, but it always seems like my birthdays bring drama to my life. For instance, when I turned seventeen, this girl said I was a piece of shite loser because she got in an argument with my mom over my curfew. When I turned eighteen; my X broke up with me because I didn't have enough money for prom to buy her dinner afterwards, even though I had spent my paycheck on her that night. About the time of my ninetieth birthday, another X, decided to break up with me because of religious reasons, but then a week later she told me that she cheated on me with a rock musician. On my twentieth birthday my car broke so I had to take all the money I could find and work to get a new one. Then of course on my 21 birthday I bought some hard liquor, got a little tipsy, and went to sleep (This was probably one of the better birthdays to date). Finally, my 22nd birthday I broke up with my last X. Although this poem was written for the last X, it's really dedicated all those X's out there.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Why Did It Come To This?

Remember all the times we chilled,
Good or bad,
When it made you glad or sad.
All the kind things I used to do to make you thrilled

The time I’d make you happy,
Even when I was sick and feeling crappy
I thought I loved you in my heart
But now I understand it was all fake from the start

You stabbed my back twice with a knife
It was sharper then chedda cheese
When I asked for your love and you couldn’t please

Selfish from the heart when you lied to my face

Many times I cried out my soul
And you stole a little for yourself
How could you only think about oneself
Is your soul darker then the blackest coal?

I prayed for your troubles at night
When I was down, did you?
Or did we fight?
I tried to love you with all my might
But your body and mind were out of my sight

Pushed away and forgotten more
Like all the others before
Forever and together… Never
I loved you but did you ever?

It was all one big sham
“Your like, oh lets see it’s over damn”.
Wham, bam, thank you man
Cause that’s all I ever was

Just another fuck, just my luck
That’s what selfish desire does
Sucked away my life and gone for three years
Should it bring me to tears?

But why cry when it meant nothing anyway
Holding me back each and every way

Did you read that poem I wrote?
No, cause you didn’t care
Your fake down to what you wear

ThanX for never caring
ThanX for never sharing
ThanX for never marrying
It was just triple X for the sex

Which wasn’t even good
I put it in but you never could
Make me feel the way a woman should
Selfish even when I would

A relationship depressed
Your love never expressed
It was never sexed or caressed

In the right way
My life that I lay
My life I had to pay

Every word was a lie
Weren’t you so sly?
When you said I love you
You mean you love money
It’s not so funny

When you said that I was too fat
I wasn’t handsome or that
You couldn’t go down
Do you think I was a clown?

Did it make you laugh?????
When I hardly ate for that week and a half
Or did it make you smile
When I went down for the mile

You’re a shell of a person
Protected in a prison
Your misguided decision
Of not treating people right will worsen

When your minds filled with distortion
It’s corrupt in many proportions

Nothing is never something when it comes down to love, So
I hate how you made me feel
I hate the cards you deal
I hate the attention you would steal
I hate the fate you would eventually seal

But I don’t hate you
Maybe a correction in my affection
Was due to a change life’s complexion

Now how does that make you feel, sad?
Or make you mad

That you can’t hate something in return
Does it make your insides burn?
That my feelings aren’t the same in return

Can you hate me still?
Without recourse
Can you still fake your heart and make it force
Every undeserved resentment of remorse

Does it piss you off that it doesn’t hurt anymore?
Does it piss you off that my tears will never pour?

Good, and it should
Cause your soul never could
And never would understand love

WHY!!!!!!

Wed, 11 Feb 2004 14:17:48 GMT

I wrote this next poem after I met this girl through a friend of mine. We were going to a mindless self indulgence concert, but we got the days mixed up, and went to Boston for nothing. Well.... We still had fun. This girl and me connected right away. It was like fucking fireworks in our eyes for each other. Anyways we kissed and exchanged numbers that night. The next day she called and we met at her house. We started watching SPUN; at least the first half of it, and then things got a little heated between us. A few minutes later her cell phone rang and on the other end was one of her friends. Afterwards I asked her if she wanted to smoke a butt, and she agreed, but said she had to get going. I said that’s fine, and she replied that she would definitely call me later. We kissed for a little, said goodbye, and I drove away.

I never got that call back...

The 24 Hour Girl

I hope she will call me back
Or else Ill have to back track
The commotion of emotion
When you gave me the potions
And made my doors open up again
When you said I was cute
We exchanged numbers at the sight
Right at the hieght of the night

I was excited
I couldnt fight it
Cause we connected so well
Oh well, guess I fell
So hard on the ground
Fooled by your sirens sound
And out at second base
But those games disgrace us both

Why waste the time when I could
Treat you the way that I should
Would you waste away the time
And shine that crooked smile sometime
Cause damn I must say that hurt
When you took off that tight shirt
I wish I could stay and flirt
But you decided just to be curt

Tried to be gental and a man
She just tricked when I began
You only wanted that minuteman
Didnt know, now here I am

Waiting on that telephone even though I wont hear that tone.

-FRANTIK-

Once Again..

Tue, 10 Feb 2004 23:26:51 GMT

I wrote this poem last night. Recently I’ve been thinking about my life and how everything repeats itself. My history and the history of everyone around me repeats like 0's 1's. It seems frustrating at times, but I guess that’s life. I work hard to reach my goals, but sometimes it feels like I don’t work hard enough. I always seem to end up back where I started. Aggravated and disappointed, I start all over again with a new sense of determination. I do it over and over again for "U".

The Once Again

So close was I to the platue
That I grew excited
I stepped askew thus stubbing my toe

I fell down in agonizing pain
Stumbling back down the rocky path,
I lay crippled on top of the many rocks my blood would stain

I lay still for what seemed like hours
But the Time-X changed its face
only 2X

My strength came back like superhuman powers
and my pain had disapeared without a trace
Variably before this has happened X

The mountain top so close to the eye
Yet I
Have never touched it
Although my bones are kept fit
To the mountains trechorous path
Eventually I will avoid its wrath
and reach the top

Where I will sit and look for my next mountain top

-Frantik-

Losst then found

Mon, 09 Feb 2004 15:01:09 GMT

It's been a while since I last posted, but here's a short poem I wrote. It was a class assignment, and I liked what I came up with, so I decided to share it. In other news, I started a second livejournal at 2dayz_karma. I will post in that daily, so keep your eyes open. I will be starting a third livejournal today or tomorrow as well, and I will be posting about personal shite. Im not going to straight out tell anyone what the username is for that column, so you'll have to play detective to find it.

What Is Home?

Home is a Temple

It may not be where you sleep at night
Yet it could be where you work
Or where you fight to keep your dreams in sight

It is in your heart and mind
It is your soul

Where all your stress and duress is kept outside
And forgotten like yesterday’s pack of cigarettes

Home can be found in the eyes of someone you love
Or even in the grip of a baseball glove

Home can be found in the eyes of another
Or the time you spend with your sister, father, brother, or mother

Home is your Temple

-FRANTIK-

THANX FOR THE PATIENCE

The Silly Game Called Life

Thu, 20 Nov 2003 07:19:10 GMT

Life can be a big frustration as it turns into routines. Dreams, and goals, once thought attainable, loose their focus. It's not that we don't try to run towards our goals anymore. It just seems the further we run down the path towards them, the further away they tend to become. Society puts up its walls to trap us in a maze of routines. Unfortunately, we all lose our way in them, and it keeps us away from what’s really important in our lives.

So in all the confusion I wrote this:

TITLE:
------I work away time
But if life is so precious
Where did my dreams go?-------

I made a purpose in life
To do what’s right
And fight the majority
An authority created to bring down self worth

Even at birth, sold to the consumer market
And a target for Uncle Sam’s money

But if we can find the time to follow the appropriate sign
That I talk about in this rhyme
And climb the ladder
Cause there's nothing sadder

To have no hope or dreams
And I guess it seems helpless
Sometimes when you’re in debt
And regret the path you’ve chosen

Frozen in the governments dollar
So holler back and attack
Cause it’s a fact that a person deserves freedom

Straight from the constitution
Avoid the media's prostitution
But find your own conclusion
In the confusion

That you live everyday
To make you sway and pay the price to live
And give yourself away
To lay down in societies prison

It's your decision
An enlightened vision to select your mission
If you’re wishing for division
From the American nightmare

Where life isn’t fair
And it doesn’t seem like anybody cares
Or declares any pursuit of purpose
To service what’s important

Except there own greed
That they feed,
A weed in there system
That cant be pulled out

Not without the right solution
Cause it was the pollution
That clouded the mind @ a young age
Page by page in a catalogue

Just so they could work the minimum wage
And spend every penny for its goods
So how could you put blame
When brainwashing is the name of the game

Its insane seeing commercialism lurk every dark corner
On every billboard
Poured in every orifice of your eyesight
Like a blight or epidemic
And no medic can stop the spread

Cause as you can see, the product will haunt you until you are dead.

-FRANTIK-

Commandment #3 - Remember Thou Keep Holy The Sabbath Day

Sat, 08 Nov 2003 07:03:36 GMT

The summer presented me with the opportunity to express my heart and pursue my dreams. It was a fantastic experience in my life, and I learned a lot about myself, along with other people. It was very intense at times, and I didn't find the comfort of sleep very often. There were days that I would wake up after a couple hours of rest, and run out of my house a few minutes later. I was always in a rush to be somewhere, and usually late in the process. I met an abundant amount of people when I was trying to live my dreams, and I traveled with quite a few sleep-deprived individuals as well. Out of all my experiences during the summer I learned to value the importance of resting. It can be a good means of focusing yourself, and accomplishing more than if you had not rested.

Trust me, sleep isn't only for the weak...

These wordz are for the Losst...

LIFE+MIND+HEART=?

Focused on achieving my dreams
And it seems sometimes I'm losst
The cost I pay in the life that I deem...
Worthy of choosing the right paths crossed

IN LIFE

No time to rest
If I am to be the best at what I do
I have to be one of the few
That grabs his dreams and passes the test

IN MIND

The world presents itself with a riddle
One you must find inside yourself
Self-importance, exposing your inner wealth
Showing people's minds for a little what lies at the very middle

IN HEART

I find it’s hard sometimes to relax
When the life that you lead takes you to the max
The rapid pace takes it's toll
But you must find the time to replenish your soul
And wait the next day to accomplish your goals

-FRANTIK-

Commandment # 2 Thou Shalt Not Take The Name Of The Lord In Vain

Fri, 07 Nov 2003 10:53:23 GMT

These particular wordz I wrote have definite merit about what I have learned during the summer. I grew up my whole life divided between a family of Christians and atheists. Most morning's when I woke up, to the abrupt sound of feuding in my house, was because of religious differences between my mother and grandfather. My mother has been a strict Christian since I was born, and my grandfather has rather conflicting viewpoints on life. I must say growing up in such a type an atmosphere has somewhat isolated my desire to pursue religion. My childhood was spent learning the bible in a private and home school setting, so I do have a good grasp of Christianity. I am however, limited to my understanding of other religions. This summer my friend Daniel enlightened my mind. He grew up in a Buddhist family and tried to explain to me some of what he believed in life. I read a couple books written about Buddhism to help clear my mind of doubts, and I have even been to Daniel's temple in Waltham, MA. I believe the second commandment really confirms why you should keep an open mind and be respectful of other people's beliefs. Taking the Lord's name in vain not only signifies swearing, but also means to give respect where it’s deserved.

So the title of these wordz is....

Respect

Growing up hearing wordz reused,
Fused with the power to hurt
Though wordz aren’t meant to be abused
Arguing over religion
Trying to make it there decision
Over what another person should believe
Instead they leave an ignorant impression
A lesson of hate is what they weave

People should keep an open mind
And find knowledge in everything
Religion is a mental infusion of a kind
And mankind's common ring
Bound by truth and wisdom
It’s a conglomerate united in its kingdom

It shouldn’t matter who you are
That’s far from the master plan
Stay hand and hand, cause everyone’s a star
Take a stand to the mass if you can

The world is only human in nature
But keep the aperture open to take that picture
And fixate your soul to remain unbiased
Not racist...
And True
Cause few can say that's what they do.

-FRANTIK-

An Ode To My Best Friend

Thu, 06 Nov 2003 10:26:24 GMT

The last couple of days have had low and high points. This entry will address the low points. The first, and most important of these topics, concerns my best friend, who I hold in the highest regard. In the last few months I have witnessed one terrible thing happen to her after another, to say the least. This time around she lost her job working 3rd shift with me. If your reading this I'd like you to know that I miss you... It's entirely different not working with you, and I feel a void in my life not seeing you here. You maybe one of the unluckiest people that has resided in Nashua in the last twenty or so years, but I also think you have in turn one of the richest spirits I've ever seen. I love you very much and I hope that you have experienced the last of your misfortunes.

This passage I wrote is dedicated to my best friend....

SOUL

Struck up side the head
Red in the face, and down on the ground
The Queen of bad Karma has been crowned
Around the world
And you think she would be dead

One bad turn after another
Kicked and scorned to cry
Even by those close like a brother,
Or lover, and left to die
And untie the knots left in life

SHE'S STRONG

Like a true Buddhist
Finding the light in every situation
That she's facin
Using her mind like a fist
She moves on
And returns to the true path

Strong like a rose still blosoming in the snow-covered ground
The Queen of strength is now crowned
Standing up to the most enduring storm
Providing the light to separate the darkness and form

BEAUTY....

Forever transforming that darkness

SHE IS STRONG

-FRANTIK-

(I hope you felt It)

Commandment #1 - THOU SHALT NOT HAVE strange gods BEFORE ME.

Tue, 04 Nov 2003 10:13:00 GMT

I learned a lot over the summer. The beginning of it hailed to be a turning point in my life. The years before had held a disturbing ignorance of self worth. A voice inside my soul was telling me I needed change and that was more to life than long car rides, temporary jobs, temporary love, video games, Dunkin Donnuts, and Wallmart. A light opened up inside my mind. It was then when I began to see things for how they were, and not how I wanted them to be. I had just started third shift at my job and one night I became disgruntled by a fellow employee (a product of the MTV culture). However, I do owe a special thanks; had it not been for his/her cold, vexed, soul the inspiration for these wordz would not have been inked to paper. This was the first of my mental awakening during the summer.

So this is for you Bitch-

Commandment #1......

Why do people have to be pretending, and
lending away there brain every time somethings on there mind
A blindfold masks their true kind, sending
A message broadcasting to every mind, messing
And guessing why you wind up like a doll

Its like talking to a wall or not at all
When youre programmed like a robot, brains rot in a blood clot
And I guess its hard to have a mind of your own
Taking out a loan... for life, one big commercial lot
Its getting hot
Living each day for the next product to be shown

One big fake, you better shake your pocket for that change
For that new product within your price range
So get ready and engage, cause MTVs calling
Its new pop star staring
In every commercial break
Selling the look, and pushing the new hook

Saying "Act now and buy twelve. Take that next one for free"
"Gee thanks, that sounds great to me, for goodness sake"!!!!!
"Im gonna rush straight to the store".
"I guess I know what next weeks paycheck is for"!!!!!

Hardcore, worshiping these idols will make your brain idle

While you unglue your eyes from the TV
Check and see if it makes you stare
At every celebrities new love affair
Or do you find it hard to tear
Or cant bear to be without
Any popular fashion wears that
Every pop star seems to be about
I guess it's hard to take that route
Down and out from the popular mass
When there lookin at you like your face is your ass

Dont worry those people arent even within in your class
When they harass, they aren’t thinking
Only responding to too much drinking
Tripping over selfish desire
Down to the wire
So dont fire away your money
Its nothing funny when
Life revolves around possessions, and possessions around life
Or that new look straight from the book
Commercialism is a crook

Instead read knowledge
It could lead to college
Or put you on the right path
So you do the math and dont fear the wrath
Of anybody making fun of what youve won
Which is self enlightenment
Something sent by a higher empowerment, which cant be spent
Or sold by the cent,
But it could make a dent in your monthly rent,
Faster than Clark Kent when he went
Transforming and swarming
At the sound of any dangerous villains imploring
So dont be boring or whoring yourself in the
Deadly sin
Thinking about stopping and shopping at the mall
Cause life will pass you by
Be careful not to miss lifes telephone call

-FRANTIK
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Wordz to the Streetz! "quote from the big P"

Tue, 04 Nov 2003 05:52:09 GMT

All love and thanks goes to Mr. anonymous W.... for the account. I have wanted a way to communicate not only to myself, but to all those that will listen. This journal will provide me with the avenue to do just that. So much love and respect to family and friends; these wordz are for you.....

SHEEP

I have to live my dreams
And rise above the mass
Otherwise it seems
Ill be like all the other sheep eating grass
Conforming to society to live the dreams of others
Intimidated by the competition hiding under covers
I have to educate my mind
Find and beat everyone into submission
This is my life long mission
To show the people that are 'wack'
Why I must attack.....
There ignorant principles

-Frantik-