A bit of a cunt
I hate to be blunt
But you're a bit of a cunt
Even homie Frankie approves
Of such a verbal stunt
And I really hate to pry
But that sparkle in your eye
Is lit from the booze
And your saddle up high
Try not to look down
Wearing that cardboard crown
Rock paper scissors
Each one will make you frown
I'll just leave out a bunch
And express my main hunch
You're a cricket among lizards
Deserving a direct cunt punch
For shits and giggles lol
Family is chosen
Blood is thicker than water
At least that is what has been said
But water can run much smoother
Than anything that is red
《 Grey Area Of Sin 》
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
One hand rests
On the table
The other
Grasping the glock
The clock strikes 10
A cold sweat sets in
Again
Let go of the glock
And reach for the pen
Not sure what to say
Not sure what to write
A grey area of sin
Between what is wrong
And what is right
I am no judge
Perhaps an executioner
And with a
Small nudge
A lapse of retribution
Could occur
This ledger of your
Pleasure
And your sick
Demented treasure
Leaving innocence lost
Double crossed
And now a soul
Broken beyond measure
How could you live
With such a truth
How the fuck
Can you even
Sleep at night?
Robbing a child
Of a decent fair youth
What was once wholesome
Now bears an eternal
Grim sight
Now my temples
Pound
Cannot write this shit
Down
A manque page
A blank rage
Slowly glides
To the ground
Throw my pen
Against the wall
So hard that it
Shatters
No real justice to dial
And call
His money bringing
Freedom
Upon a platter
I can hear my heart
Beat
As the clock screams out
The seconds
Both loud
And indiscreet
As if they're
Fighting for attention
Compassion now bound
In chain
Getting heavier
Link by link
A childs tears soaking
Within my brain
The undertow
Now making me think
The grey area of sin
Crossing my mind
Once again
Even without pockets so deep
He'd only get 5 to 10
Fist slamming on table
And now grabbing
The pistol
The next step feeling fable
And now clear as
A crystal
The clock now taunting
His next victim
Singing a haunting song
As a new day
Begins
12 am I step
Into the grey
The hour
Minute and
Second hands left behind
There's nothing to write
No more to say
Trust on this night
Justice shall be
Refined
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucked
Up
Mind
WTF Prose #idk
Here we are
Another day
Another post open
Not sure
What to say
Yet here I am
Trapped in this moment
Gripping these thoughts
As I try to poem it
Ok I must admit
Life finally got good
Not bad for a corpse
Brought up in the hood
Yesterday is the past
Today is here
But that won't last
Tomorrow is near
There's no delete button
For all that has been
But time will keep cuttin
A space to hold it in
Look into the future
Let go of the past
Keep a clean and proper suture
So happiness can last
This may be my last post
For awhile
So I leave you a toast
To tomorrow
With a wtf prose freestyle
Ehhhhh DJD
▪▪Six Foot Ceiling▪▪
I envision a six foot
Ceiling of dirt
Can't conceal
What I feel
Cannot deal
Or avert
Wrapped inside
Disarray
And decay
You could say
What you may
But I'm sick
Of your day
Fuck you
Fuck me
And fuck this
I'm tired
Exhausted
I'm fed up
And pissed
It just might be
Time for you
To die
Don't try
To ask why
Just say so long
Goodbye
It only makes sense
A solution
To end your
Pollution
A future
Past tense
To reveal
Your conclusion
Now it's time
To plot and plan
This closing
Of curtains
Your time now
Grows short
And this is for
Certain
A tasteless snake
A mistaken
Worthless birth
It's time I forsake you
On your last day
On
This
Earth
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucked
Up
Mind
03-16-17
♡♡ Finish Line ♡♡
Home is where
I rest my brain
Calm my nerves
And heal my pain
And silently kneel
Upon my knees
Praising the lord
From a cool
Window breeze
This house
This home
This lovely place
Is my finish line
In the daily race
My trophy not a cup
But precious smiles
And a welcoming floor
From carpet
To tiles
The joy
That I feel
Bringing
Me
Proof
That I am loved
And appreciated
Underneath
This
Roof
Spring and winter
Summer and fall
I'm lucky to have
What is
Within these
Walls
No matter the day
Or what time might do
I know I'll be ok
And I owe that to you
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucking
Content
Mind
LoL
March 16th 2017
I love you Myra ♡♡♡
《 Swallow The Depths 》
Gnashing teeth
I cannot sleep
Losing control
Of the grief I keep
Drink the void
Bite my tongue
Taste despair
Then empty my lung
Don't judge me
I'm fucking weak
As words rip and tear
We all desperately seek
But I cannot see
My eyes are sewn
I'm blind to the light
My voice - monotone
Glitches of stitches
We clench on discretions
So digital yet mineral
Trapped inside the tide
Of impressions
We rebel - hide and confide
Of the critical yet cynical
The superficial fuck with us
Us, the pessimistic race
Lashed by the materialistic
Left with scars upon our face
Confined in space,
laced with their disgrace
Those tides will sink us
We will drown
Joy turned to ash
Green turned to the brown
Of decay
Dark and dank
Out of the cup of lies
We drank
As our generation sank
Down so low - so low
Questioning everything
That we ought to know
Saints turned to sinners
No fucking elders
- Only beginners
We cry. We cry
But we're so damn confused
We do not know why
Lies became truth
We are the land of the lost
Falsifying, forever lying
No matter what the cost
The youth thinks they are wise
They can't hear the elders cries
We're muted
By the convoluted
With blocked tears within our eyes
The human race lost forever
Our pens are suddenly blunt
No more rallying together
When societies' a cunt...
Can we kick a field goal
As generation x?
Just a blind attempt
To inspire the next?
We live by the art
And may die by the pen
But if given the chance
We would
Die, and die again
Remain deep and true
Yes, true to yourself
This world full of hate
Could dictate your own health
Keep your head above the water
Don't swallow the depths of blue
Use the paper to make your cuts
Make sure it's the essence of you
We all have one thing in common
The only thing we share is death
So make your words count
Until you take your final breath...
Sammie Lee
Daniel Dabney
2016
~I Said Good Day~
This fucking world
It pisses me off
Yeah it must be time
For a new true deadman rant
And yet again I
Sarcastically cough as I scoff
In this land
Of “Oh Hell No’s and cant’s
I see you in passing as we
Nod and recognize
Our own understanding
Of a massive lasting
Passive disguise
You now say “Hello”
As I reply with a sigh
And “Good day”
The next time
We swap lines
And act out
Our own play
Entertainment for you
And entertainment for me
No need to buy tickets
This show plays for free
Yet who
The
Fuck
Are
You?
And who the fuck
Am I?
We could have been
Best friends
But in
The end
I could care less if you die
Not your fault
Nor is it mine
We the people
Disintegrated
Trust
Love
Faith
With strong distaste
Within disgraced hate
It’s what humans
Created
Hello there stranger
Would you please
Take my hand
And repeat after me
Thou shalt not trust
A new age commandment
We must now
Understand
Once etched in granite
Now forged in metal
As we rust
Sure I have a good heart
You will never know
That fact
I keep it
Wrapped
In
An unknown
Undeveloped
Kodak
That you can’t track
And you just might be
A good soul
Full of good
Intentions
But I see a hole
Full of dull
Evil indentions
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucked
Up
Mind
03-09-17
$☆Crump☆$
Between these
Four walls
The lights dim as
I shout
I pace and I crawl
I bleed out in doubt
There’s pages unseen
And pages unknown
A book that is written
Yet not fully shown
I really don’t know
How to calm
The fuck down
Head in the clouds
Feet reaching
For ground
A trial by fire
A flame
For the masses
As the court
Of your sire
Is flicking
The matches
They pull on the strings
Your arm raises up
They pour and
Serve the drink
You reach for the cup
Eyes blinking with
Anxiety
Enough is enough
To Hell with
Sobriety
This bullshit is rough
I break down
And rebuild
As you take
What you want
Payroll locked and sealed
All my hard work
You haunt
The systems all
Wrong
And fuckin deranged
And seems
So far gone
To believe in
A change
You blow on
Your trumpet
Yes these words are true
I will just say fuck it
And not bow
To you
Not an elephant
Nor a donkey
They’re all pigs
With a crump
My only hope
Is America can
Depend
On a Trump
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucked
Up
Mind
November
2016
~Throne Of Sheep~
As white walls
Crumble
I'm nailing up
Boards
Sacrificing
And
Splicing
As you sever
The cord
I'll protect the
Foundation
Not
Obliged
To
Fail
As your damnation
Is
Denied
To
Impale
You scratch
And claw
One wall down
One wall built
I'm calling your flaws
As you're
Clutching
Your
Hilt
Watch as I pull
The wool
Right over your eyes
As you learn
I'm not your tool
Not your puppet
To antagonize
My temples
Are pulsing
Blood and sweat
Drips from my brow
You must
Feel
Compulsive
As you back up
And cower down
As a wolf
I dig a hole
To bury you down deep
Back on your throne
Of sheep
Without control
You're the company
I no longer keep
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucked
Up
Mind