The War

Patience frazzlin from the blatant mashin
On my buttons, til they get content, n jus stay jammed in
Muting any sound judgement, makin my reactions automatic
N turnin me into a walkin cannon
Fuse ablaze, aim rearranging speedily
Between the innocent n the guilty, there's no distinguishing
So I target the ground, hoping to keep this clean
For this planet is a formula wit enough malice
N its not my job to do the deed of addin
Tho the thought is attractive, I'm too distracted
By the sadness packed in my hollow tipped desires
Sharing the chamber wit my insight; I don't kno which will fire
Wisdom or censure; outnumbered is the former
My mind's winning this contest, but my heart's gaining on it
Cyclonic down its path to wake up my conscience
N spear through my madness in time to disarm it but--
(POW)
KG

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comedian

One day, from my castle's catwalk
Wit the city in my front lawn, the ocean in my backyard
Under unborn skies full of nostalgic stars
I'm gonna look back on these days, and laugh hard
At the b.s. sandwiched between the swipes of my time card;
The foolish thought of my career bein in this pipe yard;
The geniuses who disregard my intelligence--
Management, wanton women, the lesser men
The stepfather who did a poor job of steppin in;
All the apprehensive stares get a chuckle, too;
The angry words I swallowed-- they were tough to chew;
How I made it through the chaos to become a productive dude;
Without much ado, today will be tomorrow's punch line
Puncuating the foul sentence of woe that was life
Wit an accent so heavy in the hands of my grave ways
That it bends a smile out of my usually straight face.
KG

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dashed.

Fascinated, fixed on the glimmer
I was hoping the reflecting lights would form whispers
That would tell me wat it is Im tryin to figure
Not the shattered truth, but somethin upliftin
The debris covered an impressive distance
Far beyond any telescope's vision
And there I stood, smack dead in the center
Tasting every prayer I made in the lifeless air
That fled before me and the failure I exhaled
Paintin my ruins wit dim, coarse strokes
Awakening my sacrifices, shining through in morse code
Is this a blessing I'm readin in the picture before me
The answer to why my dream didn't finish its forming
Or details on the next direction I should go in?
This turmoil got me on my knees-- damn I put my life in this
Now I got a mess to clean-- do I trash it or recycle it?
KG

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