Rhymes for your face

I step to the side just to let my thoughts ride
kick rhymes from my mind, release them when its time
from birth to deceased, I write for release
and maybe one day I'll get to rest in peace

but for now let me at least give you a piece
of the puzzle that is me that i pen so talentedly
if its talent that you seek then take a peek at me
unless your scared of what you'll find then its time that you flee

Its the thought of horror, a nameless pity
I long to weep but it seems i've lost the ability
soft like a shiver the cold breath of winter
a golden trophy given to the oldest of winners

Rhymes for dinner and philosophy for dessert
minds gettin thinner all because i miss her
i miss hurt, the pain of loving
i long to say just a moment love i'm coming

Always interupting, never getting to finish
if you look closely you can see the flame diminish
so heres your one wish, please use it wisely
please hold on tightly to the spirit thats inside me

happiness not likely, delighted in piety
just one question, why are you always trying to fight me
cant you see my love shines brightly
covered by a dark cloak of sobriety inside of me

Its all about details, some find it in retail
some ride the train to the end where it derails
my inner insanity complains when we sail
to the end of time just to find out we fail

the wells to deep and theres not enough water
the hotter it gets the less i wanna bother
the harder the race the farther i displace
but then who could resist a kiss from this face

the idea of fate cancels out free will
which basically means life is one big cheap thrill
with email, impersonal communication
im done trying to love, now its time to start hatin

So thats it, just some shit i been working on. Lemme know what you think. I'll probably start recording to music sometime soon. I just wanna get more spells in the spellbook first.

Work is good, as good as work can be. Still working at the water store delivering salt and water. Still folfing like a fucking mad man. Hit me a 13 under par a couple days ago, that was pretty fucking sweet. We got a ping pong table and a pinball machine now, so a lot of time gets spent honing the skills. Its high time i hit up the bar and hustled stupid drunk people out of their money. I mean fuck it, its not like they are gonna do anything worthwhile with their money. Might as well lose it to me. Oh yea, and one more thing. Please stop having kids, your making my drive to work suck. And if you insist on having kids, then home school the little fuckers. That way your not clogging up my streets. By the way, word is still bond.