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Welcome to the mind of a misunderstood individual who exists in a world where conformity is praised and individuality is shunned. From the outside, he holds everything together but inside he struggles with the very forces that control us all: good and evil. The battle inside his head due to the opposing forces on his shoulders creates a cloud of confusion that the most skilled navigator can not find his way through. So as he charts his way on this unsteady course called life, he records it all on a page. A page that explores his consciousness. A page that explains the very fiber of his being. A page that is now open to you. Welcome to the Writings From a MadMan.




Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Gray World

All it takes is one step and its back to the beginning
No matter how close to finish,
One misplaced pace can be the start of an ending.
So Im running trying not to get winded
But the lack of air to my heart can create light and dark blending
So I can't tell the difference between the shadows and the light
The real and the hype
The day and the night
Don't know if I'm sleeping on cloud covered concrete or really taking flight
Cuz when it feels like I'm living my dreams, reality strike
Got my pole in life and I'm just looking for a bite
Had a few before but they were just little pikes
Wrestled some sharks before but now its Mayday
My ship is crashing,lightning dashing
and no one's here to save me.
No FEMA or guard, National or otherwise
heard my call, seen me fall
but could care less if I live or die
So its just me and my innertube floating through the night
Jacket on but it takes more to preserve this life
Where nothing is ever handed, submission is demanded
and if you go out on your own, you are forever branded
as a failure
Since you went where they couldn't, did what they wouldn't
but those with dry lives say you shouldn't
be a sailor
But if we listened to those people the world would still be flat
The night would still be black
Most fiction still be fact.
Most people have dreams but only a few follow
Few peoples lives are filled, while most people's are hollow
And I'm trying not to echo
Its hard but I let go
of people tryna break fast, just let go my eggo
So I'm gone no hello, closing in on the end
Trying to see things as they are but they not when the colors blend

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Fast Lane

Life is never the same once the race has begun
Because the lane that you in is not the lane that you from
As you shift to accelerate, they try to slow you down
Making it longer in this cricle, slower moving round,
Slowly sitting down, Is your fans in the stands,
Said they'll be with you forever, well as long as your the man
But when you cease to be with clouds of doubt arisen
Qualifying's not an option need a top five finish
And the facts are the facts so your eyes on the track
With new focus, blood flowing, got the seat to your back
And your hands on the wheel, you directing where you go
You determine your own speed, so you deal with all the slows
But you cool with the pace, not concerned with going fast
Foes never get it, they just laugh as they pass
While you draft, from behind, let them have they shine
But they luster is all false, just deglossing with the time
And its just a matter of it till you cross your finish line
Hands grabbed, mouths gasp as they slowly fall behind
Adrenline your feeling, as slience enters the building
You try to pass, they not willing, so final lap no concealing
Your passion, your true intentions, no laughter you on a mission
No smile is on your face, your the prey thats being chased
But its cool your love the pace on your way to being great
Closer to the finish is further from the lag
But lifes not black and white once you get your checkered flag
Friends turn to enemies, you wonder why they envy me
They only there to pop the bottles once the race is finsihed see
They only there to see you win
Never will see them again
Once you lose, so you choose on who who your time is worth to spend
But these things are off your mind, laughter crosses on your face
Thinking bout the future in the past as you run your race.

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Wind Beneath Your Wings

Life is getting better so its hard to really write
Since people don't care if your happy or alright
They focus on your sadness, their daytime is your night,
Their sun is your moon, they love to see you fight.
They the fans of pain, rejoicing in your strain
They love to see your cripple but will never be your cane.
They love to see you drip, dribble, drop go insane,
They love to see slip, stumble, stop in the rain,
So they can be above, white like the clouds
Never dirty never stained so no one questions how
Or even questions why,they'd be the ones to hate.
Never wanna see you straight
Never wanna see you make it, they rather see you late,
for your 15 minutes,
rather one long sentence,
like a lot of words in terms of verbs they rather see you sittin
but they the reason that you standing, cause of your elevation
they give you inspiration to be fly like levitation
The only downside is the higher that you are
the colder it becomes, "Why you tryna to reach the stars"
Is the question that they ask as they sitting from the stands
But they the reason that you cool, so I guess thats why they fans

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Awakening

Looking down from this mountain, wondering if I made it
wondering if I should exert my strength or should I save it
Cancel the celebration, ceremony, sedation
Wishing with problems weighing, while precious moments are wasted.
Maintaining maximum focus, tired taking temptations
Tired of trotting in traps, while enemies are elating.
Not today nor no more, destruction of that there door
is imminent due to sentiments and scents I must abhor.
The smell of you signals vomit, your sight induces gore
Your constant combination completely corrupts decor.
So exit my house, these walls no longer need you
Your pessimistic persuasion personifying through people
Destroyed relationships with people I can't forget
So au revoir, farewell, goodbye o Laziness

-Till Next Page

Sunday, June 6, 2010

To My Love

Ms.Brokenhearted girl I'm trying to change your last name but you won't give me a try.
Ms. Brokenhearted girl you can't look to the future since your mind is always trapped on rewind.
Ms. Brokenhearted girl when I look into your eyes I see reruns of the same show
So thats probably the reason that you think I'm in that season, new character, same episode.
Ms.Brokenhearted girl I'm trying to change your last name but you don't give me a chance,
I'm trying to be your knight in armor, fight your biggest fear, karma, but I can't when you kidnap my lance.
Always stop my advance to your heart,
Sabotage before I start.
Drenching our flame with old tears before it sparks.
So the lack of heat can make me cold once this situation's old, because I knew you were a problem from the start .
You know I'm willing to wait but how much more can I take b4 I have to escape Ms. Brokenheart

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Nightmares

Feeling like a bum looking up into the night
Felling like a peasant daydreamin of knights
knowing dat my situation suggest otherwise but I'm tryna give myself reason to fight
Fight for tomorrow while im still in today
fight for my rights wit the chains of a slave
A slave thats thinking bout the freedom that money will bring while there's still bills to be paid
But how much must I pay to to get to this status
This unquenchable thirsts turning me into a savage
A caveman of sorts but I stay away from clubs, cuz the lack of bottle poppin turns me n2 the saddest
Just wanna know if these dreams will eva come to unfold
or is heaven just the sunshine for this hellhold
just something 2 wake up 2 and something before I sleep
With life's steady decline, just wanna know where I peaked

Friday, June 4, 2010

Day Dreaming

Cascade plains of wealth infused with images of self create the cool, blue water of my dreams
While I try to bask in the flow, I watch shadows cuz everything in the lights not what it seems
Cuz the sun exposes hype so at night a transformation occurs that no one can ever see
The change has got me feigning, Confrontations with my demons, in a land where I am no longer king
This life I'll never show
No one will ever know
And if so I never really cared
No one's here to disagree no positivity, just me and my thoughts and nightmares
So I'm steady tryna wake up
funds getting low, so I'm steady tryna cake up
Bread disappears so its hard to get my weight up
At times I hate my dreams I guess I shoulda just stayed up
But my minds made up and thats where it shall stay
In the world of the heavens where precipitation play
Where lightening and thunder lay undercover of the clouds
When thunder claps its the sex, when lightening strikes its the child
So my life is full of the sounds of love making with no protection as I go through the storm
While death is after me, I keep on running, avoiding the places where children are born

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Untitled

Well I haven't posted something in what seems like forever. Its crazy because I've been off and yet had less time to really write. Also, the last few days I've been put into situations I'm not used to but was an experience none the less. But let me stop rambling and get to what you all came here to see. This poem/rap/whatever you wanna call it is just the outcome of the last few days so please excuse any randomness.


So many things I'm tryna say but not sure how to say it
no way to display it
not sure where to start
not sure bout my heart,
not sure of its presence,
not sure if it starts,
not sure if its leverage
to you cuz you know you still got a piece
but now when we together you just seam out of reach,
while I'm ignoring lessons won't let love teach, Cuz I don't wanna listen,
dats why I'm in detention,
facing all my demons, they bigger than what I feared,
writing down these tragedies feeling like Shakespeare,
he say its better to have loved and then lose it,
well tell that to my heart while your absence abuse it,
but I'll never let it show and never let you know,
and don't think that I'll interfere with your life cuz I won't ,
saw you with your new dude and honestly didn't care,
just wanted to let you know that I was still here.
Yes I'm still here and I know you prolly hate it,
kicked me to the curb cuz of words no debating,
so I just left, drew my path no retracing,
had to grow on my own,so its love no hating,
honestly the event at times makes me sick,
knowing how life's storms can destroy relationships,
so as the waves rage I remember the dry land,
before the clouds came just me and my old man.
Just me and my old man, wish I could attend that meeting
not for specifics, just wonder whats after evening
Do I get the cargoes ready for the summer
Or put the umbrella up ready for the rain
Do I get that nice tux ready for the slumber
Or get used to walking cuz I neva got my wings





P.S in the last line wings is pronounced wangs for all you not country people lol...Just so you wont think I tried to rhyme wings with rain...lol