Got another little poem / lyrics here for you. I wrote this one while thinking about turning blind, and how everything will remain in my head but the beauty of nature will warp and corrupt. It's a tribute to the beauty of friendship and humanity as a whole. I hope you enjoy:

One last look, let me see the sunset
Before it fades away
One last look, let me see the ocean
Before it fades away

In the distance, I see,
The snow-capped mountain peeks
And the beauty of nature, so crystal clear to me

One last look, let me gaze at you
And admire the artist that sculpted you
One last chance to see your smile
Before the curtain turns me blind
One last chance, too ... see ...
The string that binds you to me
Another dimention of reality
Before it's left to my fantasy

And in the corner, of my eye
I can see your pretty smile
And the pictures, on the wall
The pictures on the wall
And your hand that draws the lines
The picture in your mind
A painting, to admire
And it fills me with desire
A desire, for a last chance
To gaze at your wonderous creation

I wrote this back in December of 2015 when I was procrastinating. I had taken a music class thinking it would be fun but was saddly mistaken as it was more about music history. Which don't get me wrong had it's good parts but a lot of it was lost to me.

Trapped Under School Work
Baskitball neighbor outside my window, Shooting hoops again and again you go. How lucky you are to play out there, not to be stuck writing a paper on music for a teacher that likes the smell of his derry air. You don't have to write about old dead guys named Tchaikovsky, Rimsky or Handel. No finals do you have before holiday break nothing to stop the deckerating of trees and lighting of candles. Your cares are free your teacher's noses fartless, for I am becoming more and nore heartless. With each pasing paper, My motivation begins to taper. For I fear it already has diminished, and long before my work will be finished. Jumping through hoops walking on hot coals of fire, my professors laugh with glee as they shout for me to jump higher. I can not jump higher I can not saure, For I am a caged bird stuck upon the floor. Oh thy winter break, so close but so far away to wait is more than I can take. Basketball boy play for me, play you're heart out live free the way we all should be. For I am the caged bird, that sings loud but is never heard.

This is called "Damn Paper". I have no idea when I wrote it, but I proclaim it to be a poem. Feel free to come at me.

Damn Paper

It's  ..... a song!

When the dog bites,
I get rabies,
When the bee stings,
I go into shock.

But I simply remember my favorite things ..... and!

I realize that I'm still lying on the gods damned snow swelling up from
the beestings and frothing at the mouth from the rabies.  And where the
hell did those geese come from?  Their wings are colored weird because of
the moonlight on them, because of the pollution in the atmosphere.

yay acid rain!  Technicolor geese!  Yay industrial revolution!  You go
girlfriend!  You impose capitalist dogma on the poor prolitariat,
bourgeois scum freemarket pigs!  That's right, you keep imposing in your
imperialist way, you other white economic power!  Buds not bombs!  Food
not guns! 
Yeah, you realize how damn stupid you'll look waving a pizza around while
the enemy comes at you with an actual weapon, huh?  Bet yer food not guns
thing works out real nice for ya then!  Lead, it's what's for dinner!
white power!  White rice!  Rice is power!  Power to the people!  The
Chinese are people with lots of rice!  Uncle Ben is the evil overlord.
Die, commie rice baron!

"Carbohydrates ... sugar ... it's just like a DRUG!  Oh ... for ... umm
... me it is.  For me, just like a drug.  Yep."  Now what I want to know
was, what did that woman on the news mean when she said after getting rid
of her supposed sugar cravings, "it's like a silence inside of me."  What,
you hear voices but all they did was tell you to eat sugar?  Lemme tell
ya, you need some damn better voices, because quite frankly being told to
eat sugar isn't that interesting and would get old after a while.  Plus
the voices are almost guaranteed to win, I mean you'll eat sugar
eventually.  So I think if you have voices that say, yknow, "kill Judy
Pinkerton", that'd be better, because you'd have a fighting chance!  Plus
maybe you could confuse them by asking "just who the hell's Judy
Pinkerton, anyway?"  Well I mean unless you knew somebody named Judy
Pinkerton, then well, you'd have to be real into not murdering, otherwise
they'll probably win again.

Damn it, you see that?  It's just that sort of thing, you have it all
worked out and then bam!  Suddenly you know a Judy Pinkerton, and life
isn't so simple anymore!  Thanks Judy Pinkerton, thanks a hell of a lot!
Yknow, I dunno who you are, but with all these problems you're causing,
maybe the voices are right!

Black helicopters .... black helicopters baaaaby!  Hear 'em comin from the
government, straight for you!  pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba
pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba
.... hear their mighty wings!  Oh wait ... shit, they don't have wings,
they're helicopters!  Hear their mighty ... umm ... whatever they have!
Hey, it sounds OK with speech alright?  pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba
pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba pabapaba
... comin for yaaaaaaa!

No weed at all. I think I staid up all night writing a paper. To paraphrase the late Rick James, lack of sleep is a hell of a drug.

I made another one, this could possibly be controvertial. It came to mind after seeing Jayde be Jayde once again. It's also easy to draw parallels to changes that are taking effect in our own society. You may disagree, but that's fine, the only sorta feedback I'm looking for if any is structure and phrasing, not the meaning behind it. Signed, a conservative

We didn't see the forest for the trees
While your stench wafted in on the warm summer's breeze
Now we are stuck like sleds in the snow
Ready to leave but not able to go

Confidently you say that things are changing
You slam your fist and say we're hating
We need to rebel against this rule
Depose the tyrant and kill the fool

Sick and tired that things stay the same
The difference today is who is his name
He was left on the side of the road for dead
His tongue was cut out but he kept his head

Vultures descend on ancient traditions
Pecking out eyes and masticating wisdom
What's left of the good is now only bad
An empty husk and it all seems so sad
We must rebel before it happens again
Depose the tyrant and put an end

You slam your fist and say we are hating
But look at sanity which is now fading
Changing traditions, your mission to destroy
But I'll tell you right now my world is not your toy
We need to rebel against this rule
Depose the tyrant and kill the fool
Break out of chains that we have constructed
Bondage that holds us prisoners abducted
Rattle the chains until we are free
And stop your rule of insanity
And stop your rule of insanity ...
And stop your rule of wickid, hateful, destructive, annihilating, crushing insanity!

1: idk where you're from but sleds can definitely get stuck in snow. That's kinda the point that it was made for smooth sailing but got stuck regardless, but such things are rare and only happen during extreme conditions.
2: something wafting in on a warm summer's breeze is a metaphor for something unwanted arriving.
3: they don't rime, rime, but I think they fit together rather well. Still i do see how it looks to someone who isn't the author. It sounds alright in my head but I appreciate the critisism. I wasn't trying to rime as much as make things flow, and I personally think I overdid the riming, because though it makes perfect sense to me, it looks blunt and very confused unless you're me and know exactly what I mean with some of the lines.