Justin Razor and the World

Ode To A Coward I see your greedy smile/ It gets my heart beating wild/ Egregious tyrant/ Sleeping mindless/ Believe me I just/ What to see you writhing/ On the ground deeply sliced in/ A few pieces piled in/ A receding flight bin/ To be released at my sig-/ Nal, relief will find me/ Singing lively/ Instead of weeping nightly/ Because my knees are wiping/ Invisible/ Windows full/ Of torment while buckling, preach that fiery/ Pits await this beast inside me/ Left by your discreet enticing/ Of my innocent belief in times we/ Were separated/ From the rest, you decimated/ My head and safety/ With stress and anger/ My pen and paper/ Would step and make the/ Ordeal better when I grew upset and pained cause/ The wind demonstrated/ A new direction, I'm led astray just/ As I said I made it/ Past obsessive hatred/ Cause there are days that/ I want to take your chest and cave it/ In, ventilate it/ With a bent serrated/ Knife, I was devastated/

Imagine Let that flower blossom/ In the midst of dour problems/ Down to call them/ What they are, sour rotten/ Banners calling/ For the standard falling/ Sky, shouting all the/ Ears off the world, surrounding bossy/ Hounding thoughts we/ Cower softly/ From, take a commanding posture/ And wave past the drama/ Of collapsing dollars/ And static parlor/ Tricks/ Too thick/ To stand at all when/ Passion's strong winds/ Make them collapse and topple/ Fashion, Prada/ Contrast with modern/ Financial/ Shackles on a/ Combatted fauna/ Of others like food stamps and condoms/ Imagine all the/ People holding ransoms on the/ Random costs of/ Intellect/ And disconnect/ From this blasted construct/ We sacrifice to/ As ashes blind truth/ Dash behind youth/ To buy your master's nine new/ Matching fine suits/ Getting plastered like glue/ On the weekends/ To release spent/ Energy and free them/ If only for another unanswered night to/ Be a disas

Creative Writer Inspiration/ Isn't native/ To me, though I'm quick to tame it/ Or at least limit savoring/ It when it visits aiming/ To kick me greatly/ In the middle lane of/ My forgetful brain to/ Quicken pacing/ For my writing, simple training/ Is a little racy/ And leaves me wishing greatly/ For a real replacement/ For this crippling anguish/ We deem the daily grind/ I'm staging my/ Coup and staying right/ Here with angry might/ And aiming like/ A scathing hyped/ Gunslinger aiming high/ When noon claims the sky/ Complacence dies/ And patience thrives/ As I take my life/ Back from lazy tithes/ To the deity of shameless dives/ Into basic lines/ Rank and file/ Claiming titles/ Leave you parading, climbing/ Ascending better than a creative writer/ We're safe and gliding/ Over these hated sirens/ Beckoning to repay our plying/ Labor each day with mindless/ Control, just be brave and sign this/ Contract, be a slave with bl

Darker Days Nervous and eager/ Am I deserving of beatings/ For the hurt I've unleashed on/ The most perfect of creatures/ I'm certain I need to/ Forgive myself because this sermon is weakened/ I'm not an uncertain defeatist/ And I'm learning to swing at/ Impermanent leanings/ Churches and greetings/ Have worked but I'm needing/ Something to burn all the reasons/ That I can't curb with an evening/ Of working and dreaming/ The current relinquished/ Me but I'm back, swerving and weaving/ Cursing and screaming/ Returning to evil/ Ways, like bursting on scenes with/ A metal curvature gleaming/ Over my knuckles, lurking and drinking/ In shadows, surly and weeping/ I'm surely a demon/ Perched and I'm seeking/ New ways to degrade myself/ These pains I've felt/ Refuse to be hanged or shelved/ Days will melt/ Into their greater selves/ The anger pelts/ Me crazed and jailed/ In my own mind, I've repaid my deb

                           Alone, Not Lonely I've never understood why people are so petrified of the idea of eating alone. We all have insecurities, and I am far from perfect, but I'm comfortable with myself and know that, save for a select group of friends and family, I naturally prefer the company of an engaging book, powerful podcast, or my own immersive thoughts to the forced companionship of another human being. I can recall on command the awkward social dance that begins whenever I'm caught out in the wild, entranced by a novel, only to be casually approached by an acquaintance who feels that they are fulfilling their unwarranted social duties by sitting with me. Unwilling to be a dick the vast majority of the time, I begrudgingly accept, and am immediately and involuntarily wisked away into the collective cancer we all know too intimately. I speak of course of that dreaded ritual, small talk. Please inform me as to why, rather than strolling relaxed