We're high on **** and dumb as the day is long
Never made sense, without the day we're gone
Life is long, life goes quick, make your picks keep cool when you sleep at night

There's no meaning to this, organized chaos surrounds us
Fake a limp, fake a smile, you're on top as long as you look like you own what you're doing
A true pimp doesn't lay the dollar down, only hoards, only destroys
Self constructive **** dithering, plastic screen
Gone with the whim of a wise poor man
Gone are the days of face to face, gone are the days of real identity
If you wanna fit in, reanimate yourself in 1080p
Your a digital bad-ass in a no-one gives a **** world
When everyone's a bad-ass, it's too late for empathy, its a cold war
Assumed you can dismiss you battles, overwrite you shortcomings
Dress is others work, define yourself in others thoughts, blood, sweat and tears
Say "this is me", its everything that defines amazing, "I'm infinite"
There's enough Mountain Dew and Doritos here to crush a third world
In you button pushing, ass-backward, fair-weather, flavor of the week
You've no individual characteristics to which define your fake face
You hide it at the myspace angle, but Tom's out of work because of you
Not hip enough, not minimalist enough to sugar coat your candy prose
Your throes aren't enough to scare me off, I couldn't care for your outcome
People are mostly bad, it's mostly sad but boring
Only making eye contact when they want something more
No one gives a **** about a martyr, they worshiping the biggest whores
The no name sellouts, cascade they shadow in the coolest shade
If copyright was infringement, everyone would be doing forever and a day
But there's no limit, gorge and gouge , poke and prod, take what is not yours
The evil man only wants you to participate in the real world
They say the sheriff is comin' to town, no more free riding in high-life and ****

You pull out you 9mm, get ready to fire you Tweets
It'll be a revolution about about freedom, peace and be all self-expression
Let it be a lesson, can't tame that wild wild west, but you dug your grave
You do your share to dig the hole, not your fault the bottoms falling out
They should have built it better, so you could master taking credit for what don't count

You clock in, you press on you give away your time
Nothing like the sacrafice of breath
The struggle and the unaware plight forced without fight
Day to day, dust to dust, slave away as you must
The light at the end of the tunnel seems to stay fixed
It's an illusion, just another pipe dream of yours
In the back of your mind, behind your eyes, beyond the wight
You dream of things you've always dreamed about every night
You dream of the things that have made you smile, looking into the distance
Gazing away into the light and you body creeps ever slowly toward shutdown
You dream of these things that bring a sensation back to you
A feeling you have always wished to embrace, one you'd saved for another day
You dream of the possibilities, and how they are endless
But it's beginning to feel like endless impossibilities
... and everyone keeps their eyes fixed on the end of the tunnel
As if that's all they can concentrate on, never stopping to question or wonder
Eyes fixed on the end of the tunnel, is that all they see?

My time has come, There's nothing left, I'm going back, Feeling in my chest, My wings are broke, This is the end, There's no more hope, Goodbye my friend, It's not over.. yet, Sad.

(philosophical poem) Would one dime, be worth that of a life? When possessions and power, are the weapon; the knife, Would you give everything you ever had, to receive all you haven't got? When desires and greed, become the drug; your god, Would all of your obsessions, out-weigh true love? When corruption and ignorance, are a weight; a tug, Would dying a respected man, seem better than a wise one? When self-importance and glamor, impair your perspective; of known humanity... When in despair, write poetry... :)

(political poem) The torrents of blood, spilled from the sky, The unknown soldier, gave it up and died; while Thousands of miles away, the mother shall cry, Please, let this one die not in vain; not in strain, But rather as someone who left behind a name, To be printed into the hearts of the unborn, And to show life with this flag, still un-torn, Shall the best of intentions never vanish, Shall the loyal militant forever be remembered, Fighting this war, this war of life, fighting the war, The war that turned blood red the sky.... This war is hurting them, and killing us... Won't it ever end. Just some political rambling I felt like doing... :)

I have just joined gamespot and went into the community, it seems nice, though I have been modded already. I hope to make new friends here, and make a name for my self, so please be easy on me, while my stay here is still young. Here is a poem I wrote, it felt appropriate for this period of time. Birth, somewhere upon the mysterious planet, A new heart beats, untainted by the cold of night, Un-hated by the foes of fright, with all purity, Soon be gone, innocence will wilt like prosperity, and tranquility may be found, on the Earth, in the ground. As this young bird grows it's wings, soon age will come, Age will claim, and purity of this dying crow, shall begin to be un-found. Not much. Just of the top of my head. Anyway, that's all for now.