BOULLIE

I got them ol' coulda been Blues girl Don't ya dare trump on me I been travellin cross this river for centuries My body as tired as can be See I done came from a hundred miles of runnin Just to see if I can set my soul to the breeze I dont need no fussin and hollerin I got my own problems cussin at me See to me your just a dream woman A sight that I can see and I hope you make it fine When I set charges to your towns levee.

I know nothing of hard times, yet I've suffered. I know much about sadness, yet I'm alive. I know little about politics, yet I'm awake. I know little about love, yet I say it. I know much of hate, yet I want peace. I know much of jealousy, and despite the above I still want a piece. I know much of being spoiled, yet I'm mature. I know of little of maturity, yet I'm old. I know little of a lot... I know a lot of a little bit but only that much because knowledge only comes in spits and the retaining of said knowledge seems to come in fits. You see... I've run up and down this block and everything I know is subconscious. That is, know

Oct 15 1998. Woke up to the smell of nicotine and alcohol today. Figured mom had entered the room. Looked at the regular Saturday morning xmen cartoon. This particular episode would be filled with moments of rage, confusion, and omnipotence that prof. Xavier seemed to subtely adopt. I got up and looked out my window. The city was still bustling with energy and as I looked over it I began to feel small pieces of what would have been my soul begin to cry in pain. "Just another day in the city" one could figure. After I got dressed I went upstairs to the roof to light the last cigarette I had. I usually favored newports since they reminded me o

Hi Seba Jun. If you're where ever you are where you can read this, Heaven, Earth, or maybe you've had time to reincarnate already, I'd like to say that You have been an incredible force of inspiration for me throughout the years. Your music has guided me through tears, happiness, stress, love, dire situations, and more moments that I now define by the music I heard at the time. Your out of this world samples have allowed me to open up my mind and as a result, I'm now taking a World music class in college, hoping to find even more about music that has alluded me over the past few years, and I am even sampling and creating beats myself. Studyin

My brothers... In piles to my sides lie their flesh. Once young and full with the waters of vitality. My brothers... Left to die by dream chasing, spirit encasing, materialism degrading, mothers. Who's words mean nothing in the face of actions that birthed clutter. My brothers... Never a superficial scar, for even the wounds on the inside of the bear lay hidden below the bars. My brothers... Hiding out with little hope of resurfacing, the allegory of the cave has no bearings, for we have seen the surface... As the world cut us asunder. My brothers... Slain by grey love, ambiguous and shallow, only to have our bones broken, and food t

"All lies... This place... Is nothing but unstable shadow and corroded vision..." "DON'T LET HIM OUT! DESTROY HIM!" "Forced to watch nothing but the dance of the shadow of puppets... I hate that song... The one without silence." "Where is he!?" "Keep your voice down he'll hear u-" "Another one has seen the light... There it is again... That steady click clack sound... Always followed by the moans of the dead..." "WHY. WON'T. YOU. DIE!?" "They had us watch that light for an eternity... Such a lie... All of it... Lies..." *Blood curdling screams "There won't be anymore of them left... When I'm free..." "Follow the chains... Make sure

"People who kill themselves are selfish." Well, darling, let me tell you a story, A story all too true. A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother. A mother of three girls... One just above the age of a toddler, One at the age of twelve, And one entering the life of a married adult. Now, the youngest girl was watching television, And the oldest at the neighbor's home. The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend, When something terrifying happened. Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing. The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation. The mother walked calmly p