What's It For, You Ask? (draft) - 6/17/05

If I wrote something for you
would it make you feel?
If I read it to you, would I seem more real
to you?
Where am I as you stand there?
I don't speak.
I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet.
Don't act like it's so weird.
You love this kind of mystique.
Where you read a line and go
"What does he truly mean?
Does he love me as pure or am I so much unclean?"

If I sang acoustic, would you lose it?
If I broke your lower barrior, would you approve it?
Of course, only if you were to choose it.
Through rose colored glasses, this room is ruse-lit.
I want my blue frames back
so the sky stays the color I love.
Some like shades to darken
Cause they want life in black.
I want shades, so what I see is clear;
the vision, sharpened.

No matter where I end up,
know that I will always be here;
untouchable in that way.
So if today is the last day
you ever get the privilage to see me,
know that I'm sticking around,
to the point where you can't stand it,
you want to be me
so much.
But like I stated prior,
I'm something you just can't touch.
Slated for greatness, these words were put in the fates
before birth occured.
Artist to arrested;
walk that wire.
Don't just test it.
Before the step and balance,
light it on fire.

No matter the content
some see poetry as glorified malice.
Black and blue bloody gore and expressions of suicide in mind.
Rhyme as crime.
Alliteration as assasination.
A syllable as a subliminal intent for ill will.
If so, meter and flow are criminal to invent
and able to kill.
Those who think that,
are a little off kilter and need to eat a pill.
Spilt ink on the shelter of rhythm?
Can you say "Helter Skelter."
Just kiddin'.

(Hey that rhymes! I didn't even try.)
Who in the hell would kill themselves?
Way to go out with honor.
If you're looking for attention from it,
know that to the outside, it's just repeatition,
because it makes you no different;
cause you kids have a whole group broodin'.
It's something you all think of doing; teens and tweens,
guys, girls, and in between.
Thats just horror-bull.
Go out in a blaze of glory before you go,
or at least blaze up and get horny.
Before you pass, blow it in her eye or up ass.
Thats a bit better then going from your confined car's gas,
or from razor's that slashed.
That stuff doesn't make you kids stick out for help.
You get lost in the shuffle, sadly.
A true hell raiser sticks around.
So if you wanna get bloody, c'mon get happy.
You'll get hurt naturally if you behave badly.
I wish I was as ignorant and dumb as you,
to think death is the way.
No matter how hopeless, I tried.
But if I thought suicide, you would've cried, six years ago today.
So, go out and turn that frown upside down.
Get help to sort it out to
find that real smile,
cause there isnt a damn thing resolved by denile.
For real.



Imagery is on parade.
Wondering why so many hearts are determined to live concaved.
But I won't name names....
I'm just here to play with words.
But I never play with people
sharp as swords.
They might cut themselves
with their own words.
End up gushing and wide open for freaks to stare.
If they fought for the rap more then the rock, is that so bad?
Why do I care?
Because, you can say suck my cock more often? That's obsurd.
But if that's what they wanted to convey, then purists be damned,
because it's more then okay and I'll die in the name of every word!
"Suck my cock..."

I always go and save those that are down.
But I'm no super hero.
No fallen angel.
I try not to be a stranger.
I'm just tryna be nobody
just tryna be somebody.
Where am I as you stand there?
Your boy's a bad bad man.
But I'm careful with you,
so there's no need to fear,
as long as I'm next to you,
and you stand there;
not for me, or, in the end, even you,
but more for
all that's right in the world.

Been through that ringer
and after all that,
We have to bring credibility to this
"represent" crap.
Word is life.
Who knows if I would spend a life with you?

Your boy's a bad bad man.
But throughout it, I stay true.
More for all that's right in the world.
Less for you.
What the hell do you fight for? Know now.
Cause I've been slurring up spit,
draining ink,
stroking keys...
Ever stop and think,
that this is for what's right to
bleed?
Next round, use your energy on a little integrity,
please!


Mike O'Toole

Follow The Leader(draft)- 6/15/05

Nerves of steel.
But denile can't last forever.
Evolution is all too real.
And they're bending from the tension against them.
The fact is, when you try and be
a nice guy, everyone takes advantage of you.
Best friends have taken a knife to my back...
Cause I open up opportunity unknown,
they execute a sneak-attack and call it their own.
Because they never have the guts to stay fair and still tough,
and not turn cold in the midst of attemping to break the mold.

From little things that simply annoy,
to things that make me start faulering.
Next, they test it so much, it's life altering.
At this point, time to pop out the femor
the hip joint
pull out the screws and see if you're a screamer, to make a point.
Stab you with them.
Maybe I'm just too much of a dreamer to think hurting others
doesnt have to be a stress reliever...
But when blood brothers turn heel and screw you,
because they wanna be like you, it's enough
to peel off your cool.

So continue to rip off my words, style, relationships and passion.
And hopefully you'll understand why your head is getting bashed in,
that is, of course after they scrap off your brain, and put it back in!
Weather you wanna add this or that bitch to your list or not...
regardless, if you run a smear campaign on me cause you know she thinks I'm hot,
I will come back for you.
And it will either be to save you from the devil within, and extract mindful sin,
or to avenge injustice and break your hip.
Then you can be like me even more. I'll help you pick out some pins to go in.
And you don't need any anastsia, cause I don't feel that pain.
Just that hardcore.
Bite the bullet against the streams of blood and gore.
It's routine now. Just take a shot of gin and rum.
Try to keep screams down to a minimium.

Why the hell did you start all this?
What for?
You wanna mess up things for me some more?
It's been done.
People have tried.
I'm a survivor of a system that assumes that all you kids like suicide.
Never thought of it.
Never will.
I love life too much
to make Mike kill.
But that doesnt mean that Soul Enigma wouldn't do it, for right,
when I'm on my pill.

"Dealing with backstabbers
there was one thing I learned.
They're only powerful when you got your back turned."


Mike O'Toole

How Much I Gave (All Along) - 6/13/05

I gave all of this
just like the people wished.
Anyone who wanted a kiss
locked lip for the best.
The high school stage
I just couldn't find my self
so you know I took a break.
It was all out of my way
so you could at least remember my name.
You already know I'd do the same.
Twisted games;
the people pay to play the wrong way.

I can't pass up this opportunity
of being all I was supposed to be all along.
Extreme and the like.
They label it rock and roll.
And as sure as I create,
I call it "Mike O'Toole."
It just might be preemptive rhyme scheme,
but I came up with that on the fly.
Afterall I am
crazy enough to come up
with "Pierced Eye."
I gave the vibe of all of you.
The high school stage has been taken down.
And they say shit is the new Boston sound?

I feel no lost desire.
Only a gained sense of what is anew fire.
Because when I show you my earned glory,
ONLY THEN do the people cease to call me a liar.
I see that it is that way.
And I feel fine, although I shouldn't, in the grand scheme.
But I am determined to take down nightmare and make sound dream.
I already knew all along that I was worth it all along.
Presentable awards, girls and press
seem impressed, finally.
And the people come and lobby for me,
when I've been here long before this.
Who today, stuck it thru when I was paying hella dues?!
Nobody's gonna stand in my way.
You can think that this is just a little game
or
shut up and bring you're "A"
to test who plays.

No matter how much love I give, I'm the one
who will always pay.
And I'm fine with that, although I shouldn't be, in the grand scheme.
I gave all of this to kill your nightmares and make it into dreams.
I've made it half-way
and already, I feel a wave of energy and strain.

I gave all of this.
I hope you find out how much I tried.
That's why I'm in your brain.
Don't make me feel like a hypocrite because I can't lie.
Come be at peace and die on this ride.
You already know I'd do the same.
Cause it was out of my way all along to grant anyone's wish.
I gave all of this (all along).



Mike O'Toole