The Smoke Will Clear

A rumor is a nasty thing
trouble's what they bring
sometimes they may sting
but the smoke will clear soon

Rumors create many problems
faster than you can solve them
and It's not easy to resolve them
but the smoke will clear soon

Rumors can make or break you
They can even invade and take you
Destroy your pride and rape you
but the smoke will clear soon

Ignore those rumors they're not true
Don't let them get the best of you
These people are just testing you
but the smoke will clear soon

Life Of A Poet

Lately I’ve been going ‘round in circles with my words
Complications arise as I dress my subjects with verbs
Inspiration has escaped me to create magic it won’t let me
It continues to hold me back and it’s beginning to upset me
I breathe, bleed and sweat ink love it with all my heart
But now my pen and paper are starting to grow apart
Within my art is where I find my strength and sanity
To steal it from me would be a crime to humanity
Sometimes it drives me to the point of using profanity
And I would use every word in a manner so candidly
Though profanity never equals resolutions
All profanity does is create endless confusion
Yet some poets seem to be under the idiotic illusion
That it makes them look cool what a dim witted delusion
All I want is to breathe the gift of life back into my words
For they are out of oxygen this curse must be reversed
I am in desperate need to rebirth
More strength and power into my words
Transform back into the poet that I am
Display the true talent in my work
My pen and paper have stuck by me
Through all that’s thick and thin
I guard them with my life
So much passion I hold within
Paradise and excitement
Is what my words bring me
It’s a feeling like no other
And it’s wonderful believe me
Lord I hope all these circles
Soon form into straight lines
So that I can enter back
Into my world of rhymes

Scares Me

My mind has gone blank creativity has been drained
These days it’s becoming even harder to maintain
Yet still I wear every single little scar and stain
But they serve no purpose and nothing has changed
My passion has been tossed out into the waves of the blistering cold
Turning my emotions into icicles freezing the corners of my soul
It scares me to know that I am nothing without my rhymes
My poetry is my life and my life my poetry defines
Poetry is my oxygen and I can’t live without it
Chances of me without it yeah I highly doubt it
Because it has healed my heart and has helped me through hard times
That’s why you can feel so much passion dripping from every line
I don’t want this gift to ever fade away
I will try my best to convince it to stay
Just the thought of it escaping
Scares the hell out of me
Kind of makes me feel like
My confidence has fell out of me
Though undoubtedly I’ll bounce back
My time is now you’ll see

Planet Hate

Prisoners always escape
To a fate worse than death
Growing weak along the way
And running out of breath
Innocent kids being raped
Crimes rates are rising
In each and every state
Young women being kidnapped
Young men getting killed
Young people being stabbed
Tell me what’s the deal?
Teen girls getting pregnant
Fathers abandoning their children
Planes crashing into towers
And knocking over buildings
Gangs banging ‘round every corner
Kids selling dope for illegal foreigners
Criminals robbing highly secured banks
Collapsing the economy Bush thanks
The innocent sit behind bars
While the guilty run free
We live in a hateful world
It’s very clear to see

7 years

Written By Glenn McCrary & Rue

It's been 7 years since my eyes have been sober,
no pain nor heartache to make them drown
I have become numb to every poisonous drop of the pain
along with the accompanying sounds.

It's been 7 years since my heart has been alone,
ripped apart from the comfort of yours
ever since then a river of guilt has flowed from it
and I was thrown completely off course

The stitches I used to hold it all together,
are bursting at their frayed seams
and blood is drowning my aching chest
the pain of losing you
is killing me slowly as it seems.

I can barely breathe but somehow I find a way
because to my lungs you are like carbon dioxide
I have gone on a quest in search of better days
but sometimes I feel like I've died and been revived.

My heart beats gotten weaker and weaker
although my spirit to recover will never die
for every heart break can only make me stronger
and when I'm stronger i can only survive.

Because in this world survival is must
but yet again so is loyalty and trust
yet sometimes trust can make us all into slaves
that's why most secrets are better to take the grave.

So in my hand I'll carry my heart
And where my heart goes I'll treasure our promises
And I'll run till I'm hidden and alone in safety
and I'll live happily when I'm away from vicious predators.

Seethrough

Take a good, long look at me
and tell me what you see
pretend that I'm an open book
pick me up and just read
do the words even measure up
to the man that you think I am?
you can bitch and moan all you want
life goes on I don't give a damn
I do not live for anyone
on this planet except Glenn
you might be tempted to ask
who, what, how, where and when
if the right to be who I am
is now counted against me as sin
then good I am glad
because this battle you won't win
Glenn is this, Glenn is that
say whatever's on your mind
If you believe what they say
then you're stupid, gullible and blind
You see I just ain't got the time
to stand here and exchange words
You're an adult but act like a kid
hmmm I guess the truth hurts
I hope that one day soon
you'll end up in the ICU
I'll be flipping you off
while shouting 'I see you!'
all the hate that is within you
Yeah I can see that too
You're way too easy to read
I can see right through

Release

It's nearly 4 am and still I lie awake in my bed
Because I can't seem to get you out of my head
Reminiscing over love that's been long since dead
Refusing to believe that all tears were lies being shed
I know what's real and what I felt was the definition
Don't mean to engage in this unnecessary repetition
But I feel like you don't hear me as if it is all just fiction
My purpose is for you to feel it and that's my only mission
'Cause I love you more than you could possibly ever know
In the bitter coldness of the dark you made my heart glow
And still I feel that same feeling as I'm constructing this flow
This wind of inspiration I won't stand by and just let it blow
Quickly past my shoulder in the simple blink of an eye
That's like losing you and if I ever lost you I would cry
You made me feel like I was strong and indestructible
I thought it'd last forever never thought it'd be deductible
Not trying to be weird but I won't keep my emotions bottled
It's time to rev up the engine blow them all out full throttle
Tell me is it my fate? Am I the one who has been chosen?
My heart feels likes it been blown up by TNT beyond broken
Forgive my anger and hostility I'm finished for I've now spoken

Bulletproof

Written By Glenn McCrary & Matia Theodosakis

I am unphased by the snobbish remarks
That escape from these strangers mouths
Not a single syllable ignites a spark
The ignorance I’m able to live without
Their words fly like bullets in motion
With such a speed I can not list
But when these bullets reach me
Their power ceases to exist

For these bullets have little meaning
No pain leaves no scars
They can not reach me
For I have landed on Mars
Still I continue living life
Such sentences make no sense
For I am bulletproof
This shield is my defense

My father is painting his walls, now that it’s late.
And there’s white on his arms as he reaches
And covers the stains of his wife’s old paint
With his broken phone and crooked chair -
The fences he built high and white like stems.
Once he walked too far out, and stumbled
On a new nest of quail. He watched them,
He watched them long while, and wept.

My son is living with the girl he recently met.
He’s got his elbows dipped in blue ink
And burns the thin letters with cigarettes
And that lovely ash settles on his lips.
He says to the girl “It matters little, it matters not.”
And goes on smoking by the yellow couch.
As the young boys on bikes pass by and talk
Words thrown quick and forgotten on the dirt.