Tarnished Words

The Sesame Street Incident

It was a cold, dreary morning.  #2 was at my house, we were on the couch passing the hydrater.  The latest Sesame Street episde was on and it was featuring the #1.  This, of course, enraged #2.  He said, "Why does he always get the spotlight.  Why does he always come first.  I'm tired of it, something should be done."  I tried to calm him down but to no avail.  He said, "I'm takng this into my own hands."  I wanted to point out to him that as a number, he techincally had no hands, but it would only piss him off more. 

Wounded Soldier

Oh shit, Rockwell's hit.  He's down, damn, somebody get a medic.  Medic, medic; we got a man down and we need help.  He's still breathing, O.K. O.K., thats good, right.  We need morphine, demyral, perkaset; something.  Dammit, help him.  Oh yah, and a side of prozac for me.  Where is the chopper, we need Medi-vac.  Alright Rockwell, keep breathing, keep trying.  I'm not letting you go without me.  "La Famiglia" remember; always there and always true.  Alright now we're gonna need about thirty good movies.  Please nothing with Patrick Swayze or Julia Roberts; for god's sake.  We'll also need some triple mac and a dozen popsicles.  Hurry, there's no time to think; just react.  I got you Bro, always there and always true.

                                                       Bman out

                                                       End Transmission

Famiglia Frere

I am myself a broken vessel-

Full of imperfection, and certain cracks.

Yet what I have is always yours-

Look behind and see me watch your back.

Let me hold your tears for a little while-

Keep the madness and the sadness both away,

In permitting us to walk together the miles-

We will keep the loneliness at bay.

I need a brother who will kick me in the ass-

You need one who will do the same.

See, I need for you to stick around-

So together we can win this damn game.

Be you strong where I am weak-

I will catch you if you fall.

Sometimes no need to even speak-

Simply Brother in the middle of it all.

Own Disorder

I'm so stupid; Poor, Ugly, Happy, Right.

I don't deserve life, but I'm too pussy to take it.

I worry constantly. . .I just want the world to leave me alone.

Loneliness sucks, but dealing with others is shit.

I want to say I don't care anymore, but I do.

I want to go on, but it's hard to stop worrying.

How do you own disorder. . .terrified to be alone.

Born Again.

He's the only reason I'm alive.  She's the only reason I'm alive.

I'm scared of death, but for some reason I want it.  I desire it.

The thoughts boiling in my head keep me awake.  I try to not let it happen, but I can't make them stop.

Keep on picking at it, it just gets worse.

Alive?

I'm alive right now, but at 28 I don't see making it to 30.

Most of the words I say are dirty.

Try i f you like, but I can still ride a bike.

Everything I write will be found on the floor of my disgusting room when I'm gone.

I can't stop my brain. . .it's like a flowing drain.

I can't make it stop it's pace; maybe I should free base.

It's to the point that I don't care anymore.