tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374007702467051572011-09-27T01:11:25.614-04:00The inner machinations of my mind in poetry <br>"If you cannot be the poet, be the poem" -David CarradineDey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-64664617303973945712011-05-09T21:09:00.003-04:002011-05-09T21:21:13.468-04:00I used to dedicate this song to you...<div>Now I can't even get along with you</div><div>Warm summer days turned to cold winter nights</div><div>Long, strong embraces turned into a never ending fight</div><div>What would it take to get your lovin' back to me again?</div><div>Man, fuck an enemy, I'd rather be a better man</div><div>I never pictured that I would be rippin' pictures</div><div>Never thought that I'd be tellin' all my friends that I-I miss you</div><div>I miss the days when we used to talk all on the phone</div><div>Now I spend all of my Saturday nights all alone</div><div>You pulled a Nina Sky, just a Faded Memory</div><div>Got my hands together prayin' that you could come back to me</div><div>I guess you're too damn busy chasin' pavements</div><div>You could be chasin' my heart, I guess you paid it</div><div>Sick and tired of the false hope and the lies </div><div>Keep your player card, pimpin', this is my final goodbye</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-6466461730397394571?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-50266120736968982492011-04-12T01:02:00.002-04:002011-04-12T01:09:52.652-04:00Wayne said it best,<div>"You close your mouth and let your ass talk"</div><div>Claiming to be the realest, the illest</div><div>But the same principles you despise</div><div>Are the same principles you live by</div><div>Saying you speak the truth</div><div>But why are they full of lies?</div><div>I give my honesty to you, my trust, my loyalty</div><div>Seems kind of hard for you to reciprocate the deed</div><div>So what's the need of our friendship?</div><div>Secrets don't keep friends, but friends keep secrets</div><div>Collecting skeletons in your closet </div><div>With each tale you make your deposit</div><div>You can take that bullshit somewhere where it's appreciated</div><div>Because I don't have time for rose colored glasses</div><div>I don't have time to swim through filters</div><div>Sifting through the papers that your stories are written on</div><div>What comes to dark will eventually come to light</div><div>And I won't be around to see it</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-5026612073696898249?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-29833422142388734942011-02-15T12:51:00.000-05:002011-02-15T12:52:26.520-05:00<p>Sometimes all you can do is cry</p> <p>A tear drop for every trial and bloodshed for every tribulation</p> <p>A tear drop for debt</p> <p>A tear drop for doubt</p> <p>It’s crazy that it takes more to frown than to turn a frown upside down</p> <p>But that’s all that life seems to give you</p> <p>Living in a world where you try so hard just to fail</p> <p>Working and not seeing the profit</p> <p>Sometimes you just feel like fuck it</p> <p>Why am I paying thousands of dollars just to gain experience?</p> <p>What’s the point of having it all if you don’t have the money to get it all?</p> <p>We live in such a fantasy</p> <p>Who knows what’s real anymore?</p> <p>Fuck it, fuck it all</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-2983342214238873494?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-87773685157946434992010-04-14T01:55:00.002-04:002010-04-14T02:03:25.667-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nottingham-therapy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/tears.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.nottingham-therapy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/tears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I feel insanity take over me<div>Begin to lose my way</div><div>I have the sudden urge to try and leave</div><div>But then I fail and stay</div><div><br /></div><div>How can I escape the chain on my heart? </div><div>Felt it burn like acid rain from the start</div><div>Don't want to go completely insane....</div><div><br /></div><div>I cry day and night</div><div>But tears are not enough to say the words</div><div>And I try to hide</div><div>But I'm lost and confused to say the worst</div><div><br /></div><div>It's getting crazy, 'cause I'm missing you </div><div>Oh baby when did my heart get so far?</div><div>Running in circles, tryin' to find something that works</div><div>But I can't see where you are</div><div><br /></div><div>Felt the door begin to close on my heart</div><div>Felt it burn like kerosene from the start</div><div>Somebody help me find my way...</div><div><br /></div><div>I cry day and night</div><div>But tears are not enough to say the words</div><div>And I try to hide </div><div>But I'm lost and confused to say the worst</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-8777368515794643499?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-19140706799995554722009-12-29T14:00:00.002-05:002009-12-29T14:06:23.317-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_amPTA81gQNE/SzpTILiusYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WJM5XBca138/s1600-h/DSCF0922.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_amPTA81gQNE/SzpTILiusYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WJM5XBca138/s400/DSCF0922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420736501496328578" /></a><br /><i>It's beginning to look a lot like...</i><div>Another day, another night</div><div>This Christmas shit is too much</div><div>Waiting for one day to give and get</div><div>When people can give and get every other day</div><div>Whatever happened to the values?</div><div>Spending time with family and friends?</div><div>Cherishing those you love</div><div>But instead, we cherish those toys and shiny gifts</div><div>Breaking our arms with bags and legs with long lines</div><div>I can deal without a Christmas</div><div>Especially when it's been taken away from me a long time ago</div><div>The good times, the happiness</div><div>All I see is stress and capital </div><div>Spreading wallets thin instead of spreading Christmas cheer</div><div>Until I get the real meaning of the 25th of December </div><div>Christmas is just another day on the calendar</div><div><i>It's beginning to look a lot like...</i></div><div>Another day, another night</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-1914070679999555472?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-43093502035474285412009-11-17T15:16:00.001-05:002009-11-17T15:16:58.179-05:00It's been a good time for the long run<br />For me at least...that's how I feel<br />I wish I could delve deep into your mind<br />Tell exactly how you feel on the inside for me, about me<br />What you think about when I'm not there, when I'm around<br />Why you're still here with me for so long<br />But how do you feel?<br />I know how I feel...<br />I feel we've weathered the worst storms<br />Climbed unimaginable heights<br />Went to the ends of the earth for each other<br />And although I love you, I still feel there's a space to fill<br />I haven't been the same since the day we've been apart<br />Guess it's because I'm so used to being so close <br />But I guess times have to change for better, for worse, for indifferent<br />We may not speak the way we used to in the beginning<br />But I still love you through it all<br />You may think that I have changed in some fashion<br />But I'm still the same boy you've met two years ago<br />The same one you said "I think I'm falling in love with you" to <br />None of us can tell the future<br />We can only go based on the present<br />Where will the roads take us?<br />No one will ever know<br />I just wish I knew how you feel<br />All I know is how to love you<br />All I know is that I'm in love with you<br />But how do you feel?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-4309350203547428541?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-10579133872530811822009-11-17T15:06:00.001-05:002009-11-17T17:21:38.210-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.melrosejewelers.com/rolex-watch-blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/jay-z-beyonce.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.melrosejewelers.com/rolex-watch-blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/jay-z-beyonce.bmp" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I know I get it in<br />And daddy sure goes hard<br />But I don't have to be married to the next Jay Z<br />Fame and fortune can never compared to love<br />All of those things can disappear<br />What money and cars can't fulfill<br />The heart definitely can<br />I can be the hottest in the game wearing his chain<br />But I don't have to be married to the next Jay Z<br />All I ask for is the support and respect<br />You can definitely get that in return<br />I support your dreams, your goals, your aspirations<br />I respect your drive, your passion, your motivation<br />He can make Roc Nation pledge their allegiance<br />Make me feel forever young<br />But I don't have to be married to the next Jay Z<br />As long as he makes me feel like his First Song<br />The rest can be history in the making<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-1057913387253081182?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-8874259161838556832009-10-29T03:32:00.000-04:002009-10-29T03:33:08.669-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 175, 0); "><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I be real with y'all?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">When you see me smile</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">The smile that you see is a frown</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I be truthful now?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">All the energy left in me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Is slowly dwindling down</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I be honest?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">What may seem so easy to you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Is no less than harder for me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I speak these words?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Every time I laugh loud</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Is to cover these tears you don't see</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I'm tired, lethargic, more vulnerable than ever</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Am I being understood? Seen in this inclement weather?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I be real? Can I be truthful?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I be here, just break down and cry?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I be honest? Can I be open?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I just tell you how much my soul dies?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">What's on my mind, what's in my life</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">All of these problems it seems I must face</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Why can't it go, just let me know</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I'm sick of this shit that we call the human race</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Can I be real? Can I just feel...</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-887425916183855683?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-53862965470623354602009-09-30T03:12:00.002-04:002009-09-30T03:21:55.313-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_amPTA81gQNE/SsMHBGMPbvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RWctBdU5iB0/s1600-h/DSCF0239.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_amPTA81gQNE/SsMHBGMPbvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RWctBdU5iB0/s400/DSCF0239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387157294688464626" /></a><br /><i>Trying to Find Trouble</i><div><br /></div><div>Call me crazy, call me paranoid</div><div>But blame my broken past</div><div>I've searched you inside and out</div><div>Trying to find trouble</div><div>I look for you to do me harm</div><div>Wait for a slip up</div><div>Your chance for a strike</div><div>I try to weed out a flaw</div><div>Pick out a problem</div><div>Scope out an issue or two</div><div>I hope for some kind of imperfection</div><div>Seek some kind of problem</div><div>And to my conclusion...</div><div>You have nothing...</div><div>No...there's nothing there for a complex inquisition</div><div>No evidence for an interrogation</div><div>No reason for quarrel</div><div>You, my love, can do no wrong</div><div>Instead of finding trouble, I found a saint</div><div>Instead of worry, I find peace</div><div>Rather than hate, I find even more love</div><div>You erase all of my troubles</div><div>Trump my past affairs</div><div>Eliminate my heartbreak</div><div>Trying to find trouble led me to finding a new found love in you</div><div>So my search can stop here</div><div>I found where I belong</div><div>No need to fathom running away</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-5386296547062335460?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-90136336940342512552009-07-26T16:19:00.002-04:002009-07-26T16:26:54.156-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fijilive.com/ecards/icons/friendship.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.fijilive.com/ecards/icons/friendship.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It's been quite awhile since we've met<div>Awhile since we've shared times that I almost forget</div><div>Awhile since you and I have been friends</div><div>Awhile since the friendship almost came to an end</div><div>But it's life that's brought the frienship back in full circle</div><div>It's been quite some time since we've been away</div><div>And it's funny how much time we've spent apart</div><div>Our friendship is still here to stay</div><div>That's the true meaning of friendship</div><div>When you weather storms and winds blow</div><div>But you somehow cross paths even then</div><div>Life is cyclical, inexplicable</div><div>All that's known is that after awhile you can still hold onto friends</div><div>Even if you haven't heard from them in awhile</div><div>It never means the end</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-9013633694034251255?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-23810049545809988952009-06-03T04:29:00.005-04:002009-06-03T04:43:28.087-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/5/1/4/3/ar119056881934158.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 392px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/5/1/4/3/ar119056881934158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Let's be honest<br />I'm a hard pill to swallow<br />I tend to be a bitch<br />What can I say? I'm just difficult<br />Let's be honest<br />I may not be the most patient<br />I can come off to be quite arrogant<br />And I can consider myself quite intense<br />Let's be honest<br />You can say that I get under your skin<br />I like to speak before I think<br />Instead of stepping back and listening to reason<br />Let's be honest<br />I'm different in the realm of fashion<br />Not exactly the view of man that society sets<br />You can call me Mr. Know It All...so I think<br />Let's be honest<br />Why are you here?<br />Oh...it's love...<br />That's the glue to the sandpapers<br />That's what makes my poisons taste like honey<br />That's what melts the knives<br />That's what turns my rants into calm whispers in your ears<br />Love...<br />Honestly...thank you for loving me<br />You acknowledge these flaws and stick by me<br />And I ease these flaws slowly<br />Dripping them away in doses as you fill my IV with love<br />Let's be honest<br />The reason why I can stand here<br />My reason for bettering myself<br />Is simply because of your love<br />Honestly I'm a handful<br />But you lessen the weights<br />I'm hard to tame, difficult to manage<br />But you take the time to break my barriers<br />Cut through my guards<br />In all honesty<br />I owe my progression to you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-2381004954580998895?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-57053953699092153492009-05-04T06:57:00.002-04:002009-05-04T07:06:00.139-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.linsdomain.com/totems/pictures/crow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 391px;" src="http://www.linsdomain.com/totems/pictures/crow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hearing the crows outside this morning<br />Makes me realize how I die inside every other day<br />It seems as if the work just never ends<br />Tend to always please others<br />Rarely do I please myself<br />There's only a select few who fuel me<br />But the majority of the world feels against me<br />Caught in limbo with how I feel about life<br />Can this be a sweet dream?<br />Most days feel like bitter nightmares<br />Slowly do I fade away<br />Whispering for some kind of retreat from this...<br />Can't even think straight<br />Up at night to slumber in morning<br />My days turn into nights, my nights into days<br />Life goes backwards so fastly but moves forward so slowly<br />Wish I could take control of time<br />Make the stress go faster<br />My work load disappear like sand in the wind<br />Make my happier moments go at a snail's pace<br />Kisses, touches, laughter and joy<br />But the crows outside remind me<br />There's no relief even during the morning light<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-5705395369909215349?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-75387327372544658402009-04-29T03:20:00.003-04:002009-04-29T03:38:20.911-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/2742442094_2b39a237ae.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/2742442094_2b39a237ae.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dedicated to the one sparking my interests now and in the future.<br /><br />Companion</span><br /><br />I don't think boyfriend fits your description<br />Why be like any boy that's my friend?<br />In a world full of labels<br />I need one that would fit the way that we are<br />I feel that you complete me<br />You support and respect me<br />You make me a better person<br />And your drive for success is an inspiration to live<br />In return I owe nothing but love to you<br />Whatever is mine will indubitably be yours<br />No need to hesitate, no reluctance required<br />I can be myself without you passing judgment<br />And that is the love I feel from you<br />You are simply a gift from the heavens<br />That kiss of fresh air when you step into my space<br />I feel a natural high with every inhale of your scent<br />And a sense of euphoria with every word you speak<br />You are my companion<br />Because no matter where we end up in our lives<br />You will always be by my side<br />Love unchanged, feelings undone<br />Honesty at its best, loyalty at its peak<br />I love you in every sense of love<br />And you are my companion for life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-7538732737254465840?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-22716312811542427402009-04-24T07:03:00.003-04:002009-04-24T07:09:19.137-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ticklebooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/sandman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 295px;" src="http://ticklebooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/sandman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Mr. Sandman<br />You have deprived me of my sleep tonight.<br />Or should you even be the one to blame?<br />Maybe it's the bright lights, long nights<br />Possibly the papers, the presentations<br />Maybe the love texts and the romance calls<br />Or simply because I am a victim of insomnia?<br />Oh Mr. Sandman<br />I need to know why can't you just grant my request<br />A few hours of sleep,<br />A few minutes of solitude<br />A few seconds of downtime<br />Just to get by for now and for later<br />I beg of you end this sleeplessness<br />I can't bare to look at myself in the mirror<br />Deteriorating in front of my own eyes<br />Fading into sadness, slipping into depression<br />Falling victim to grumpy mornings<br />Becoming such a creature of the night<br />Oh Mr. Sandman<br />Is there <span style="font-style: italic;">any way possible</span> to get me some sleep?<br />Answer back as soon as you come off of break<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-2271631281154242740?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-17363357011239367492009-04-08T00:41:00.003-04:002009-04-08T01:06:30.906-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/shatteredglasspics/the%20shat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/shatteredglasspics/the%20shat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wrote this one night contemplating about a past love. I dedicate this to those broken fairy tales...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Happily Never After</span><br /><br />I'm seeing such illusions, becoming so delusional<br />The boy in front of me can't possibly be the one I gave my heart to<br />He never gave me such headache, so much drama<br />I was able to communicate and share my world with him<br />Able to be who I can be, who I want to be, who I am<br />No, no, tell me you're just an impostor<br />Surely you're not the same one I fell in love with<br />He had flaws, but was able to maintain<br />We fought sometimes, but never did he disrespect my name<br />No, no, surely you're not the same<br />Just a professional impersonator posing as him with perfection<br />Just matching your outside, but the inside is falsehood...<br />Unless...yes...<br />I've been shaded all along, delusional for so long<br />All of these aspects of your: fantasies<br />The reality being that I was, indeed, being hurt<br />Love held such a veil over my eyes<br />Not a clue why I feel so surprised<br />You're not an impostor; I just had too much dreams and illusions<br />More or less like confusion<br />Heh...so I'm the magician that created this playland of love<br />This image of you being a knight in shining armor<br />When indeed your armor has rusted, blackened, tarnished<br />I've been the one building castles in the sky<br />Knowing that they stood better on the ground<br />Casting this curse upon my heart the whole entire time<br />This whole affair of misconception and being ill-conceived<br />I've come to the conclusion that in fairy tales there is always Happily Ever After<br />But it seems as if you and I may be Happily Never After<br />Never an honest word<br />Never a true line<br />Never a happy ending<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-1736335701123936749?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-61795415896096742062009-03-20T03:53:00.004-04:002009-03-20T06:58:27.922-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb219/xtinggg/love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 295px;" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb219/xtinggg/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Top of the World<br /><br /></span>I'm looking over the rivers, the valleys, the oceans, the continents<br />So high above Earth that it's scaring me<br />My fear of heights is long gone<br />Sitting on top of the world with your love<br />It's been so long since I've traveled up here<br />Almost forgot how it felt to see the world through love<br />Almost let gravity keep me down on the ground<br />And yet you bring me up here<br />Supporting me with the strength of your heart<br />Your love is like my spaceship<br />Allowing me to soar up to unimaginable heights<br />Seeing the stars clear as precious gems<br />On top of the world is where I am with you<br />It's not rain that the Earth is experiencing<br />Only my tears of joy that I have you in my life<br />The warmth is not that of the sun<br />But of the feelings of my heart and my soul<br />Light shines down because of my smile<br />And it's because of you that I love<br />And it's because of you that I can travel to the top of the world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-6179541589609674206?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-50138098438794397012009-03-14T23:00:00.003-04:002009-03-14T23:08:28.522-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://greenandchic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/headache_full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://greenandchic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/headache_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Congested</span><br /><br />My mind's in a state of congestion<br />Head's hurting from all of this congestion<br />Bullshit causing congestion<br />Completely over congestion<br />I'm tired of being tested<br />My brain constantly molested<br />My thoughts being arrested<br />All because I'm congested<br />I'm hurting from this pain<br />Can't take the pouring rain<br />And it's said that I'm not rested<br />From the feeling of being congested<br />Playing me for no reason<br />People changing like the seasons<br />And it's killing me that I'm not rested<br />Because life is making me congested<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-5013809843879439701?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-83321626163059146072009-03-10T02:01:00.003-04:002009-03-10T02:19:33.916-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://veiledexposure.net/images/20080824203026_choco-charlie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 262px;" src="http://veiledexposure.net/images/20080824203026_choco-charlie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There's This Boy...</span><br /><br />So there's this boy...<br />Yeah, this boy...<br />He's tall, caramel skin<br />Can dress for days<br />And has swagger for years<br />Hard to find that now and then in anyone<br />This boy...<br />This boy has an inexplicable charm to him<br />Knows how to handle business<br />Knows how to hold a conversation<br />Knows how to hold someone down<br />This boy...<br />This boy always has an ear open<br />And an open mind to match<br />Music is his heart<br />Art is his soul<br />This boy...<br />This boy's known for his smile<br />Known for putting a smile on a face<br />Funny how he lights up a place<br />Makes any heart begin to race<br />So there's this boy...<br />Yeah, that boy...<br />And I'm scared of him<br />I'm devastated by him<br />I'm frightened by him<br />Because I'm feeling him<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-8332162616305914607?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-72651408707089858352009-03-04T15:22:00.005-05:002009-05-04T06:53:00.139-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2631_61638447964_567677964_1734835_7264327_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs012.snc1/2631_61638447964_567677964_1734835_7264327_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All I Know</span><br /><br />All I know is how to be me<br />I can't possibly be anyone else<br />No need for me to change, I can stay just the same<br />Because all I can do is be who I am<br />Does it really matter what dialect I speak?<br />Does it really matter what clothes I wear?<br />Who really gives a damn how I wear my hair?<br />The music I listen to has nothing to do with you<br />And neither should the way I live<br />All the knowledge that I have is about being myself<br />Forget what others think, what others may say<br />Because at the end I just tell them<br />"Sorry I couldn't wear your Halo"<br />If I spent all of my time stroking people's egos<br />I would blend in with the rest of society<br />But who wants to do that when I can start something new?<br />Something I'd like to call individuality<br />Something so hard to find nowadays<br />Since everyone's so busy fitting in with every other person's norms<br />Well all I know is that I can only be me<br />I can only be what I create, what I spark<br />Not what you want, but what I desire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-7265140870708985835?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-18312428498236396022009-03-02T03:11:00.000-05:002009-03-02T03:17:20.538-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oss237.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/In-dreams-shes-with-me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 405px;" src="http://www.oss237.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/In-dreams-shes-with-me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Plagued</span><br /><br />I can't help it that my mind is running marathons<br />It's out of my control what my thoughts display<br />Lately I've been plagued by nightmares<br />Images that no sane mind would wish to envision<br />White spectors with red hair' an outer bodied me with glazed milky eyes<br />Roaming through a house of demons and illusions<br />But why at this point?<br />Why be plagued by nightmares of storms<br />So violent, so dangerous, so sinister<br />Tired of playing movies in my mind of fear<br />Illogical when spoken or thought about<br />I haven't had a sweet dream in such a long time<br />And this plague of nightmares are wearing me and tearing me<br />Uncanny how the mind takes a toll on my well-being<br />Where my outside world paints even a better picture than my subconscience<br />A twisted mind when I lay my head on my pillow<br />Begging for a cure for this plague<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-1831242849823639602?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437400770246705157.post-11943698877660058112009-02-26T03:02:00.000-05:002009-03-02T03:18:34.908-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amPTA81gQNE/SauWVw13_FI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zi24EYrz18o/s1600-h/P1000462.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amPTA81gQNE/SauWVw13_FI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zi24EYrz18o/s400/P1000462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308501886418549842" border="0" /></a><br />When you look at me, you should see a man of substance and dignity. See me for the strong individual that I am; even though I can be vulnerable. I may have a sense of femininity, but it does not take away from my masculinity. See that I am more than gay; I am a dancer, a writer, a lover, a fighter, an actor, an activist. My personality and qualities make me who I am. See past the fact that I am Black; I am a chameleon amongst society. I blend in with Blacks, Whites, Hispanics, and Asians; making myself my own melting pot. I am no less of a man than your average heterosexual; I am no less educated than your average public school student; I am no less of a human being than anyone in this world. When you look at me, you should see me: The Real Me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/437400770246705157-1194369887766005811?l=phoenix-therealme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dey Armbristerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00346243881879478601noreply@blogger.com0