ghoststyles's Blog

the lies and deceit travel faster than 100 legs multiplied by 200 feet.  the lies are hidden but told when looked in the eye, deceit can be out in the open or discrete.  which ever you like your lie and side order of deceit, however you like your ignorance sour or sweet.  cuz in the end your the only one that can fool you, in the end you do you in.  you think, no you belive im out to get you.  but the dager in the back has your finger prints on it.  but scared to look shook from the truth you try to formulate a lie to keep yourself from trying to cry.  you opened your heart and felt ache around the conrer, but to you this poem i dedicate your feeling are young and your maturity late.  things that involve love shouldnt depend on fate because i want whats mine and if you are then be by my side.  don turn away and hide i can ease the pain, dont turn away run ill keep you dry from he rain.  all i ask is look in the mirror and see if your life has been ruined from lies and deceit . . .

it always seem like the ones you pass, the ones u look at then dismiss fast.  the ones you say nah id neva give them the time.  or is it you jus dont know what to say? for every one you let go thats two that would have talked to you but they seen you shoot down th other one.  no one likes rejection but the choices, or the forces that drive you to choose can be the same forces workin against you.  the pain isnt sadness but the time your trapped in your own world.  you think its everyone else but its you . . . you think people have problems but maybe you been alone for sooo long that your used to not answerin to no one.  but then a relationship has no slave masters, or workers workin out in green pastures.  the only prison i want to belong to is the prison of laughter.  when my ribs cave in from joy not pain.  my mouth is split with glee not split and stitched back together . . . the choices you make are yours alone, no one tells you to push a good man/woman away we do that so love is in your hands you jus have to find it.

i thought my chance had slipped me by, til i seen you, met you and told you hi before you walked away, looked away and waved goodbye.  i laughed at your jokes but was lookin into your eyes, i wanted to touch and kiss you but i kept that reply.  i stood my ground like a gentleman should, watched what i said and did waht i should do.  i dont remember a time when i had thoughts like these, i guess im lost for words with no examples to match theres . . .

back up like subways, my thoughts ponder up and down like u lookin on my page, when will it stop the constant chit chatter of dumb sh!t, theres enough to go around and who knows who is tellin the truth? the dumb sh!t comes at you like pop ups and no blosker on earth can stop it, it will eat away at any defense like acid, reflux in your face like hand gestures so obscene your syndication will pay you to leave the set. still dont know what im talkin about? the constant volitale state of stupidity that seems to palpate in peoples mouths, causing massive salavation like the movie quarantine. people make comments that are like (7/9*6)+1298087=y we are the y and all that bull is suppose to equal us and we like wtf!!! nothing in cyber space makes sense but we have come to rely on it that its apart of us like tv. we hang on the words of people we dont see, hurt from actions of digital impulses we interpret. we wage battles, squirmishes on bp and myspace, facebook will fall victim. soon it will pass that no one will trust anyone and everyone will run in terror . . . it will be one massive scare and the onyl question i have is when will it stop??

ignoramous fuss jus to be famous, ig-nor-ant small in statue, igniggerant full of blacked-bull-ish, ignortum-antium a lost remant that is in blishful denial, iggy iggy a baby version of an ignorant person, ignorlicious a person that loves the taste of ignorance, egnorant an egotistical bastard, ignohoe one that is blind to the hoe side of themself, ignomanhoe the male version of ignohoe, ignojunkie one that was cured of the deseaase but relapsed back, in all these things are purely for fun i laughed when i thought of this please no one take offense . . .

a real man stands on his on two, can get beat battered and blued but stands his ground. a real man can talk softly but hit hard, and when the goin gets tough hit back even harder. a real man knows how to please his woman not tease another. a real man can pick out the real from the pretender, can be to a woman what she needs a friend and a defender. real men get tired of tired woman that dont know what way to go. Put the blame on past men but if they was real then they wouldn't be past. Or maybe they was real and the left the fake, which is you, sobbin on your a$$. Maybe those ones you let go were real men because a real man is that a man. Women dont want real men the want a woman wit a d!ck. women dont want a man that can think and act or try to do in the abscence of. You only want a body that can fuck you and make love. You only want to turn one of life's greatest resource into a minial laborer and slave to your p*ssy when a man is much more than how he makes you feel inside. A man can be your mother but most can't even be a father. A real man can move mountains, a real man can sleep in the same bed wit you and not sex you. A real man can pay your bill give you money without asking for anything in return. A real man can sleep with you without protection and not give you a disease or a baby. A real man can master your mind if you let him, be concerned if you ask him. He doesnt have to always go wit craig an them, but he does because he doesn't want to hear your whinning. A real man is jus that real he's not a reality tv show. A real man is built in the depths of hoods, ghettos, slums, the back streets of industrial towns, the contry sides where he has to get up at tha break of dawn to make ends meet. Real mean are hard at work, hard in thought, real men arent concerned wit the gloss on there toes. A real man isnt focused on the latest outfit. A real man isnt saving all his money to splurge on rims women. A real man is reading the newspaper, a real man is saving for retirement, a real man is workin out to try and go pro, a real man is in the kitchen learnin the ways of a chief, a real man is at home raising a child so the woman can get her goals, A real man is praising you, a real man is listening to you, a real man is patient, a ral man can and will argue wit u because he cares, but will not be little you out of anger but out of disappointment, a real man will curse you out because you are not actin like a woman. how do i know that these are all characteristics of a real man? because im living proof of what a ral man is suppose to be . . . (The realest sh!t i ever wrote)

get tha f*ck up off my steps what is you sittin there for. matter fact we gettin dressed and gettin on tha dance floor. this has got to stop what happened now? oh i didnt know bout that one . . . yea i did and she did f*ck ya best friend. you a slave to love and brother to pain. dumb is your cousin and both your parents are wed in idiotramony. i wish you would swing on me you . . . you know what jus come on you not even worth the energy os me insultin you plus i dont want to aggrevate these gators. slutty, grimmy civilitaion at its best the whole in tha wall. ok listen good n fast love doesnt live here so all u are concerned wit is a chick wit tha biggest . . . well you choose but which eva one it is betta be big. tonight you gonna turn into a man and stop all this cryin over who?? does it matter? no go and dont come back til we got a reason to use that old dried up condom in ya wallet

walk in the club leave your heart at the door, only scandaless things and thoughts galor. monkey wit me like a yo-yo toy big girls make big men get large like eager little boys. candy canes and strip cotten teases, goosed up p*ssies get wheat ever they pleases. what do i need wit a hard d*ck f*ck it some make it soft like candy rain. candy paint, let it rain is what tha ballas say. throwin stack away is the motto of how they play. pimps are modern day pretty thugs that look hard but get much play. much of what they want is in little of what they say. a mean mug and a beer sud can get a pretty huss to go home and give him tha puss. the professors like tha sniper approach, they wait til u alone and sneak up on you like a roach. the games in the club are in full spin, if you leave wit a prize then the game is won. not everyone can win so pull out all tha stops, if u faded dont get stopped by tha cops. the down low might know how to get u out tha doo, so lay low if u hear bout that in closet info. or a a chick might f*ck u wit a dildo if u aint know her stees is dominatrix and she swingin. if u bling keep blingin, dance keep two steppin, throwin it up keep reppin, if you bring your crew what yo set is. leave it where it may or where it was, roll tha dice throw it up and look where it falls . . .

swirling, my minds hurling, dangled infront of me love is twirlin . . . cease, desist my love spills into a bottomless pit, how long can i pour out, the tides are quickenin in. my walls mounted by grief and dismay, hidden in its shadow an array of disguise, suprised by the love heritics that prode around stricking down those that cherish love only are brandashed by there peers . . . only to hear the heckles and jeers, the smiles the sneers all because you believe in love . . . i will stand beatin and deprived i will stand . . . alone if i have to ill stand on my own two. battle the forces against me battle the minions that strike me im not scared because im not alone . . .

cant break this chain, can't break this hurt. like a blunt force trauma, hurts so hard like being child motherless. cursed and lifeless like my heart cant digest happiness but throws up malice. my thoughts arent steady my dreams breath heavy only my soul feels shallow. used, abused, knocked around so much by loves clubber lang i got a few screws loose. this chain is heavy it burdens my step, around my neck while i sleep and strangled the passion i had left while i slept. it hurts like crack slowly workin its way out of your system. hard, coarse, and unforgiving. love . . . it hurts . . . you wake up looking around wonderin why does it hurt . . .