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my lyrical demise part III

technology kills me. because it makes it easier, to become easy. questionable pictures, lust driven maniacs. everyone in your business. looking to be known for something. as i’ve been known, just to ramble off the things… i’ve come to know. but i’m not here, for some cheap fucking thrill. for everything i do, comes back down on me… twice as hard. and i don’t really have many friends. even when it comes to those social media machines. because i’ve seen all kinds of evils, in all the colors. different walks, speaking beyond their tongues. and i can’t say, if it’s worth the pain. spending years, staring at this wall. talking to myself. breaking hearts, because they couldn’t realize. i’m not the one… for their social disease. and i’ve never been able to handle, those one night stands. you’ve got to show me, there’s more to you… than just lost moments, within the sand . as i find it ridiculous. not to go all in. giving my heart hell. riding it hard. even if it’s to the bitter end. because what’s the point. if you’re not willing to break for… what you build.
-joshua ryan stewart

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my lyrical demise part II

 

i cannot find it in me, to hate a single person. because my closet is full of the things i’ve done. yet i can’t help, but to come undone. rambling the nonsense this life has left me with.
a picture perfect scene, is how the story goes. and mine has come and gone, lifetimes at a time. although the cover, never really tells the true story. and you have to read into the characters, to feel their definition. now only if reading someone, wasn’t like learning a forgotten language… that no one was willing to speak.
fighting for what was always leaving. getting tossed to the wolves. i sure do know them all, by their scent… still lingering within these scars. a battle born warrior, lost within the causes.
as i’ve slept with the devil, and called her baby. with divine lines, falling from grace. too many times. trying to save… what was killing me. through all the pain. from the moments… that just kept multiplying. realizing you can’t fight the world alone… for something, more than you.
the hardest decade of my life. is still teaching me lessons… i hope no one else needs to learn. but it gave me a few of the greatest blessings, i’ll probably ever know. yet i still have to say, this world… full of people. damn sure could… use a few lessons, of their own. within a forgotten language, no one is willing to speak.
-joshua ryan stewart

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My lyrical demise part I

It’s been thirteen years. Since I put that bottle down. A every day thing. All goddamn day long. Although now, I’ll drink a little. Here and there. A social call. And I don’t miss it… One fucking bit. Like those pills. Ain’t nothing but cheap thrills. And I’m far from cheap. When I thrill.
One thing I can credit my ex life to. She helped me quit… Too bad, she couldn’t help herself.
Stealing her from a friend. Wasn’t hard… It never was. For the likes of me. But it wasn’t a game. Yet it gave me shame.
Her and her so called friends. Cocaine, alcohol and no good souls. Corrupting the world. With their selfish ways. I’ve been there. So I can call them, as they are.
Everyone’s looking for their own. Stomping everything in the way. That’s no way, to save this world. And a so called love… Outdated with the times.
And if I piss you off. I’m not apologizing. Unless I personally stole your shine. Otherwise… Sit your ass down. As I unwind my head. Trying to save your soul… From the things. I now have to sleep with.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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