I practice,

While games distract me,

From my dream,

Of becoming apart of the musical genius's steam,

How do I stop,

The corruptive time waster,

How do I crop,

This things out of my mind paster,

I wanna be on of the greats,

On my guitar,

By far,

People like Hendrix,

And Joe Satriana,

Worked hard,

Like an ancient bard,

I want to stop the world,

And work on my music,

But no music will exist,

With out the world at hist.

I miss my daughter Selena.

How she used to struggle into her riding gear.

At daylight.

I miss my daughter Selena.

How I roused her sleepy eyes.

How she used to set on my motorcycle.

Oh Selena.

Why did you crash?

You were so young.

And yet you death tore my life apart.

As I ride in Canada.

Feeding my baby soul.

I miss you Selena.

Your my baby girl.

Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting lonely,

getting old, can you feel me?

Have you got color in your cheeks?

This is the story of a man on the edge who all but lost his way.

Hello.

Twelve people will die tonight.

I'm catastrophic demise.

Well I'm headed down a southern trail, I'm going to chicken hunting.

I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks.

Ohhhhhhhh.

That blushed sauce, juggalo juice.

What are we doing,

Here on the Internet?

Where are we going?

We are stuck in this net.

We are making a reputation,

In a state a radiation.

Trying to get famous,

Like good old Amos.

This international space,

A place where organizations gather.

A game of "Would You Rather".

Please don't judge on race.

What are we doing,

Here on the Internet?

We are pursuing,

Our dreams in this net.

.....Or just watching the cat videos,

.....while eating Cheerios

I feel white,

With a shade of black!

I will fight,

If you give me smack.

Issues of anger;

Taking me over,

But beneath my danger;

Is a four leave clover.

Luck strikes me;

Like a dagger,

But where will I be,

If my girl is a nagger?

Do you feel the pain?

The ignored thoughts?

A crashed plane,

While our cells creep in cots.

Take a look on the inside.

What do you see?

Because two worlds collide.

Within me.

Take a look on the inside.

Do you feel the tingles?

Or the demonic jingles.

It's only a thing you can abide.

Oh the heavenly sounds,

Inside of you.

Oh the thoughts that you mound,

Should go deep in the ground.

The pen of the poet,

Writes these thoughts.

Please don't throw it,

The thoughts............

Inside of you.

Escaped to an island;

Is what I did;

Not for freedom,

Or to get rid.

It's what I became,

And for it is a shame.

Can someone help me?

I need more that a magic tree!

The island; bland;

Not even a grain of sand.

The trees; dark,

And its nothing like my old local park.

Someone help me,

And make me secure;

My heart was broken,

But for something obscure.

I love guitars,

With a big hole in the middle!

Man with a fiddle,

I love guitars,

And my anger is coming!

My band is humming!

I love guitars!

Playing theme songs,

I've been playing for so long,

I love guitar,

Yeah!

Well yesterday I met a girl,

This girl made me hurl,

She said she loved guitars,

She is now behind bars!

But she loves guitar,

And she can play,

But oh she was gay!

I love guitars