Memoirs of Asylum

Changes - Asylum

admin — Sat, 14 Mar 2009 03:13:49 +0000

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Chorus:
A thug changes and Love Changes and best friends become strangers

1st Verse:
Back in the day I had ways that I would deal with dilemmas
The vendettas and grudges always had me tuckin barettas
I was the cat usually dressed in black in the back of a club
ready to scat them rats and that’s a fact no love
I was the alpha male, and still am to a degree,
the only difference now is I am when I need to be
I had a lot to prove to dudes that were lookin and mugging
always thuggin to true form when it came to trigga tuggin - listen,
Im speaking bio, nonfiction, read your last benediction
At the funeral home with you in a prone positions
..But that’s the past… I changed from the fast lane,
To the shoulder, when I got older and wise
Those the innocent eyes of my children gave me revelations
Had to reevaluate my pride in situations
don’t get me wrong, im not the one to test,
But let it be known son, I could really care less

Chorus

Now in this cold cold world you were the fire that burned,
the smile I learned and every single place that I turned
when situations were elevated and I couldn’t breathe,
asphyxiated from life’s stresses when powers that be
got me feeling locked down like penitentiary thoughts
insanity plots, scheming for whatever could stop the
pain time and again you were the hug that I needed
emotionally defeated but only you seemed to beat it
with your words of affection and how you looked in my eyes,
I visualized a better life, with you as my wife,
the piece of the puzzle that I had finally found
the angel sent to be my keeper midst the sins of this town
but then the town seemed to pull you into ways of the world
I had to question the association of me and my girl
Priorities lost and now I’m back in the cold
Perfection is a fallacy, let it be told

Chorus

You were the brother from another mother all the time we said it
And anytime you had a problem I’d be there to dead it,
And anytime I had a problem you’d be there to dead it,
Forget it, we were like same person embedded
in one mind at one time partners in crime partners in wealth
through thick or thin, sickness or health
And then you moved away and left me alone,
i maintained cause we always stayed connected by phone
but then the phone calls stopped and your number was changed
I never heard back and that was just strange
I got sick thinking something might’ve taken my dog,
But then you moved back to vegas and gave me a call,
You were a whole different person, I don’t understand
What could have happened to the cat that I thought was my man
You passed me on the street as if we were strangers
as the world keeps spinnin, I guess everything changes

Chorus

Here’s a Place to Watch Videos and Listen to Music

admin — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 07:09:13 +0000

Yeah, I know the title of this post is unique and catchy as hell, but it does provide the indended function. This post is light on me rambling on about nonsense as usual, but I hope it does provide a mini-entertainment center for you fruits that love music just as much as me. This playlist is a scratch together of moods so you will see it grow to an ecclectic mix over time, but if I have a song that you like TELL ME ABOUT IT IN THE COMMENTS! On that comment begging note, enjoy Dizzler - the media search machine!

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I Smoked a Joint in My Mind

admin — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 08:48:12 +0000

Basically, my thoughts are elevated. A fusion of happiness, stress, tension, accomplishment, pride, optimism and frustration has taken my mind to a whole other level that really has me ready to say fuck it and just do what I want to do… write and give a shit less about anything else. I beg your pardon for cursing, but it’s just my sublime thought process that’s spitting out the garbage to make way for the eloquent dreams I’ll be having tonight. Not the typical carcass of imagination where I’m rushed through a preview of work projects, but rather (I’m hoping anyways) a journey by air where I just can’t quite control my speed of air travel perfectly, but can run on the drop of a dime to safeguard from the nightmarish undertones. Perhaps a visit to lush landscapes and tropical climates where the odd looking friends of my youth seem to find ways to make me smile up through my cheeks.

Have you ever woken up and your cheeks were sore that whole morning because of smiling so hard in your sleep? I LOVE when that happens.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, did you ever have that dream where you either win, inherit or find a large sum of money and you begin spending it in real life in your mind and when you wake up you feel the slap of reality when you realize it was a dream? I HATE when that happens.

Let’s see where the land of dreams decides to place me tonight. I think I’ve lobbyed in my subconscious for an A) or B) solution. Plus - I smoked a joint in my mind.

Symptoms of Psychosis

admin — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 20:43:35 +0000

I’ve got symptoms of psychosis - diagnoses of a schizophrenic. I seem to get inside your head and spread just like an epidemic. Let it let me be and I’ll see a monster in spot of black ink. Crap, I think all my pills just got washed down the sink. I think I’ll call my shrink and find the topic of the hour then relax and read the Webster to increase my WORD POWER. I see my point of contemplation, lose my thoughts while contemplating, next I see my mental station’s figments of imagination with visions of a rubber walled room fill my fantasies. A rehabilitated loonatic I never planned to be, but can it be my thoughts stimulate minds like hypnosis? The conscious mind is blind to my symptoms of psychosis.

Subliminalistic thoughts have effects of hypnosis. Do you understand the symptoms of my psychosis? They drag you through the trench of distress and neurosis. The conscious mind is blind to the symptoms of psychosis.

Insanity left me twisted you insisted on provoking, thus evoking a new style all the while in your domicile/residence the scent reflects pestilence - from homophobics down to schizophrenics. Symptoms of psychosis through genetics gives the medics dial tone pulse rates…. I infiltrate your mental state and devastate - you contemplate. Replace the NY in your destiny with T-U-T-E…Now you’re destitute and I’m necessity. You mess with me and I will have to show you something real. Electroshock-therapy is something that you’ll feel for REAL and still I impact the inner workings of the mind. Sypmtoms of psychosis seem to keep my thoughts sublime.

They say I’m sicko, psychopathic - so tragic proof will be given. I’m livin stricken with psychosis, hocus-pocus will be driven through hypnosis. Subliminal-istic mystic kind of times get blinded to the signs from the dimes to the lines on the table - to the nasal for decongestion like phlegm. In the brainstem I think I have desires to begin - yet I’ve begun have engaged in a rage while you cried - I had symptoms of psychosis till the day my body died.