It’s Ok If THEY Do It…

Happy Wednesday! How are you today? I’m currently still on Vaca which means I’ve been out doing stuff. I’ve been enjoying life and as some of you may know that follow the site often, I will always choose life over writing. I can write this post anytime however life is constantly moving and I always try to jump on that train any chance I get. Continue reading “It’s Ok If THEY Do It…”

Right Job, Wrong Place…

Happy muthafuckin Thursday!! How was your weekend? I’ve been busy the last 2 days but I’m at work today and finally found some time to write this thing up. I know it’s been a bit of a low post month here at We’re Not Rolling but don’t worry I promise to make up for lost weeks sometime in 2018. Continue reading “Right Job, Wrong Place…”

Happy…

Happy Friday everyone! I had a 6AM calltime and not enough time to sleep AND write this thing up last night so..here I am mid afternoon finishing up. How are you doing? How was your week of work? Was it the last? Are you ready for a little Christmas/Holiday Vaca? Continue reading “Happy…”

What The Fuck Is Going On…

Happy Friday everyone! I know this post is late as all hell but while it’s been a good week life and work wise it wasn’t the best mentally for me. Nothing serious, just dealing with some big decisions that may arise next year. How was your week? Do you have any big plans for the weekend? Continue reading “What The Fuck Is Going On…”

Step Into The Mind

Step into the mind of a deviant,

The most repulsive, pervasive

A combination of faces,

Never leave prints or traces

Serial mc killa,

Strangle them with the fat laces

Victims are faceless,

Add you to the missing rapper cases

Open the fuck up and taste this,

Scrape your tongue til it’s tasteless

You on a need to know basis,

And you don’t need to know

Profile behavior; psychological

The most psychotical

The knots are nautical,

Sledgehammer full of follicles

The demon is diabolical,

The semen is evidence biological

Forensic detail inside your female,

Virus attachment in your email

Torn off fingernails,

And the stench of a rappers burnt body

Raped the mic at a party,

It was a verbal assault

I killed him yea, the dog told me to do it, it’s not my fault

I got skeletons in my vault,

I dare you to enter

I got a calm type of temper,

Like Edmund Kemper

Fist dimples in your center,

Stuff your body in a rental

Torture the instrumental,

Murder weapon was a pencil

A gun sight is my stencil,

Cut open your vein vessels

Ain’t no enemy alive quite like,

The inner demons I wrestle

A desolate desert is the destiny you get with a deceptive decimal

Looking Up At The Sky

looking up at the sky,

standing on the pyramid of Khufu

blowin smoke in the wind,

soaring like the gods who flew

trying to find sleep,

without letting the monsters in

reading The 12th Planet,

studying the origin of consciousness

we are infinite beings of light,

inside the flesh; they locked us in

mentally boxed us in,

a prison for the mind

look around you and recognize,

the enslavement of mankind

corruption and lies spread,

like a virus without a remedy

I’m trying to get in your brain,

like the bullet that shot Kennedy

from the gun of Agent Greer,

Zapruder video shows it clear

but the powers that be,

will always use fear to steer

the direction of the nation,

and that’s how we ended up here

illumination symbols on our currency,

prove who the real gods are

Vatican protecting pedophiles,

prove who the real frauds are

lift the veil from your eyes,

question everything you’ve been taught

time for a paradigm shift,

rearrange everything you’ve ever thought

King Universe

“King Universe”

walkin The Long Walk approaching The Dark Tower

Desperation sets in when you face your final hour

Low Men with Insomnia and Children born to the Corn

all remain in The Black House during the Century’s worse Storm

Rose Madder is torn between love and hate

Misery loves company in the form of Kathy Bates

overlook The Overlook and get blinded by The Shining

on the shores of Duma Key is where you might find me

Just After the Sun sets I ponder on my regrets

but the ocean lets me forget all the sins I’ve swept

under the velvet carpet is The Arrowhead Project

walkin through The Mist entering a Sematary for Pets

looking for Church while hearing the dead speak

the eyes of Pennywise only terrorize the weak

so we must remain strong and play Gerald’s Game

step into my Dark Half and experience my pain

Dreamcatcher rings hang off the windows pane

catching Nightmares and Dreamscapes

nothing ever seems straight but Everything’s Eventual

holding a Bag of Bones and the odor is sensual

the pain is fifth dimensional inside The Dead Zone

memories deconstruct and then nothing is ever known

Stuck in this everyday prison,

Life in Shawshank is brutal

Ravenous appetite,

I bite down on rappers like Cujo

Sip from a human stew,

I’ve been around since before the wind blew

Born in Salems Lot in 1922 and I’m really three hundred and two

I met Christine in Derry,

She tasted like peaches and strawberrys

She had a friend named Carrie,

But she was a little scary

The Gunslinger roams from land to land

passin on my gift when we do a hand to hand

livin on the run like Ted, I’m a solitary man

wise beyond my years and ready to take a Stand.

Stuck In This Cave

I been stuck in this cave,

trying to find my way out

see a light at the far end,

but it keeps moving further out

I hear monsters around me,

growling and breathing

the clouds are weeping,

the sins are reaping

the smell of pain and regret,

is overflowing and seeping

into the fabric of the dirt,

my only weapon is the hurt

I use it like a chisel,

scraping against the rocks

trapped from within,

blood filling up in my socks

blisters forming,

been here for a thousand mornings

I’m screaming loud,

outside I hear a crowd

but nobody hears me,

the beast is closing in

its right behind me,

I can feel it’s tongue on my skin

I’m clawing my way out,

fingernails crack and snap

the agony’s unbearable,

but I can never look back

everything is pitch black,

I can feel it’s almost over

but then I look up,

and the lights gettin closer

gotta find what I got left,

and fight through it

when they all say you can’t,

that’s when you gotta fuckin do it

finally I reach the end,

exhausted and almost dead

because this is what it’s like,

getting depression out of your head

My Social Space…

Hello everybody! Welcome to We’re Not Rolling. I’m your want to be, trying to be…writer. I was wondering the other day does anyone ever come up to you and declare you a writer? Do you just declare yourself one? Or is it only official once you get paid for your stuff? Fuck if I know. HA! Continue reading “My Social Space…”

Can I Take Your Order…

I almost started off with Happy Friday, I was ready to start the weekend all over again. That just goes to show you where my heads at. I’m actually about to go on a mini vaca down to Miami for my Abuelas 90th Birthday. 90!! How amazing is that? Continue reading “Can I Take Your Order…”