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Name: Robert
Location: San Antonio, Texas, United States
Birthday: 11/14/1985
Gender: Male


Interests: guitar, generally writing stuff, the human body, music, Spurs,
Expertise: Hearing
Occupation: Student
Industry: Exersice Science


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Member Since: 3/16/2005

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Persistance

So the week progresses like any other week, a time for rest and a time for work.  It is not "I" it is not "You" it is "We." 


Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Southside

Soccer mom's in there soccer van's
"I never want to see you on the southside again"
As they turn off the car and walk inside
Mid July while the little one's barely get by
Little children buckle up, little children buckle up

Daddy spends the day in margaritaville
Taking pictures of what went wrong in his life
Finding the downside of up
And those kids are the cause to keep up the fight
Keep up the fight

Across the street he can see what there is to see
A white truck and the porch light off
"Those are my kids, and I feel so lost"
He'll take those kids no matter the cost

The lights come on and a promise is granted
Two shots to the head, then dead
Now in the backyard he's planted
"Don't go to the south side" is what she said.


Saturday, December 15, 2007

EVERYTHINGTHESAME

                  Then again it might have been a dream, the way I thought about this and that and the other.  Oh well, up in arms now, and will always be caught with my pants down.  But I can roll, never felt anymore at home as when I was sitting next to you, but the whole time you wanted to puke.  I understand sometimes I can be a little much, too much for the centeral nerves to handle, make you feel tingly and that's just not good, especially at home. 

                   So I continue to walk, there is nothing else one can do, feeling the cold drizzle hit my uncovered neck.  I will continue to stroll for all the night times that took a toll on my liver.  Oh to wake up one day and not be dizzy from all the bullshit in my head, that I haven't even begun to think about.  To know that I can be without having to know something is always going on that is not in my favor, a young middle class white boy trying to make it.  The funny thing is I don't want a big slice, I want just enough to love my friends the way I want to.  Just enough to fall asleep without having to do stress reliefe exercises, enough to enjoy a smile and know its alirhgt to return one, enough to not feel so damn numb all the time that it is what everyone else is looking for and not what I want myself.

                    And the damn neon signs break the silence and hum for everyone to HEAR, but that's not enough for them they want more.  They take your eyes make you say things that should never be said and they yell at you telling you things you should never hear and when its all over the only thing left to do is get a rope and strangle your closest friend to make you feel alive again but its no use because the machine has already granted you your wish and this is how it is nowadays, noflow nothought noaction noembrace noconsiquence nogunshot nodeath nopleasure allme alltime allplay allfun allfood alldrink alldrug allmoney alltechnology allnew everyword everyline everylie everytime everyyear everyday everymonth everythingthesame


Tuesday, December 04, 2007

You're a flip-floppin dandy, and how precious...

You're a flip-floppin' dandy, and how precious it be that you really don't know me. 
In fact my surface is three feet thick and you haven't taken an inch; seal the deal honey, seal the deal! 
Out of site out of mind, pretty babe like me got it, and no one's takin' unless I'm givin'. 
So bow down inferior creature and understand who has the power, now! 

Alot of us think we got it but you're not as smooth as what your momma said,
And your daddy ain't around so I'll say what I please and bury anyone into the ground if they try and stop me. 
So, be my guest, you can pull up a chair you can sit if you like and follow me it will be a magic carpet ride,
Folly and foreplay is my middle name.  AHhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

 

-King Scoo


Saturday, December 01, 2007

Free

You are the sunshine
You are the night
This is me
Standing in front of you

How dare you look at me that way
Under the tree
Where you first saw me
Under the tree
Before you went away

You can have me free
Exception to everyone but me
They say signs come in three
And I'm on two
And I'm on two

You are a bird
High in the branches of a wishing plea
You are a snake
Underneath my second pillow

You are a bird underneath
You are a snake above me
You are a bird underneath
You are a snake above me

This is me
Standing in front of you
You can have me free