What I See

I hate the system but too tired after work to raise a fuss
and that's how they get us
work hard you'll get what you deserve is what they tell us
but they forge cheques
no bank behind what they sell us
speeding away too rich for tickets while you slave and later ride the bus
socio economic class plays on my mind while I study late at night hoping to pass
hoping to pass
and this isn't just me
in class I look around me
see a young mother, a father of three
all of a sudden the test means more than just grades
i feel the importance an a or b or c can mean to escape poverty
and then later I work
dishwashers, line cooks, servers, and management
we sit around at the bar after work drinking booze we can't afford just to be around those who understand our vent
calls to my mother I can't fake it
she can tell I can't take it
tells me calm down take it day by day you'll make it.

Haven't had a girl in awhile
Then again haven't had myself
Bloodshot eyes in a smudged mirror
Apartment a mess of unfinished poems
Huge stack of wishes and dishes







-D

Devil In The Hallway

Devil in the hallway offers me a price
I think for a moment and then she's grabbing me by the arm
"I miss us"
And for some reason I believe it all
Stumbling backwards into a room
The memories familiar but she tastes new
Realization that nothing can be the same
How can I keep it up with all the questions racing through my head
My fingers burn along her back
But the pain is the familiar and I can't pull away
Thrusting myself further into sinful pleasures
Her face changing, the air changing, becoming thick
A moan? A laugh?
I'm hearing both at the same time
The devil is laughing at me and i'm running, running
Down the never ending hallway
Get me out, out of this deal
Can I escape?
The time I flirted with the past and it accepted.
Only nothing can be the same
No matter how much of your soul you're willing to let go
Let the past burn and let's run
Run away from this place

-D.R

Apollo Brown feat. O.C. - Trophies (full album)

Evil Stick

Late night internet

The David Ramsay Controversy

A look back at a case I found particularly disturbing.

Part 1



Part 2






Ramsay's creepy smile gets me everytime.

Florence + The Machine - Over The Love

Hold your hands over your ears and listen

Some people will recommend where to go in life
Dictate your route
Tell you where to go when you're bleeding out
After life stuck you with a knife
And the shit people say fills the ears
But they don't share your tears or fears
When it comes to advice, understand their words are a slice
Of a million perspectives and electives
In the middle of the night we have only our choices and dreams to hold tight
Maybe a lover if you're lucky
Or in the mood for heartbreak
Inspiration isn't something one can fake
So if you're going to spit dogma
Let it be your own faith
This has been a psa
Ironically asking you to listen to what I have to say
At the end of this poem go back to the start
You'll see what I mean

-D.R