BLURZ: OLD WRITINGZ FROM THE PAST(2006): "OVERWORKED AND UNDERPAID"

7-6-2006: Body hurts, but no time for play. The improvement plan is laid. Even if it isn't, that's the direction I stay, "I'm Overworked and Underpaid". Loads of pressure, I put, on my self. Train hard to be stealth, intense, with good health, no time, to leave my mind on the shelf, dusting, cause life is short. And it's maddening that I can hear the clock ticking and tocking life away. TILL THE BITTER END(a toast)! Need to gather allies allegiances, allegedly. I have had to of had pushed myself into the darkness to get here. Will I make it thru to ever see the light? Every time that I think I am getting better to find out that there are worse enemies to fight in the night. I need to be at the top of the food chain to control the monsters. The wick of mental strength has been lit. Keep Burning!

THE BLUR "LOST SOUL" WRITINGZ FROM THE PAST(2006): 50 Shades Of Grey Moment, I Guess?(Explicit Content Warning)

9-8-2006: Waking up nothing to do. No TV feeling blue. Search for motivation; impossible task. Has me hating... Hating a world I seem stuck in(purgatory)? Inevitability got me mucking and muttering to myself. I NEED HELP!!!!!!!!! Don't know how much longer I can cope? My mind don't sleep... I NEED SLEEP!!!!!!!! I'm a person that's deep... Sooooooo deep. Playing for keeps, too. And the brain burns out; short circuits. Need to have a backup spirit! It'll be worth it, BUT! I search, and search, and search for purpose, cause if I'm here suffering it better be worth it. A glimpse of the mind..... I'm so confused. See you at the next episode. Thanx for stopping by. Bye Bye!

2006 RAP/RHYME/POEM-WHO KNOWS WHAT: THE GYM 

I train hard at the gym,

cause I wanna win.

Thoughts filled with sin

Thoughts of Italian pu##y come rolling in

She crept up on me,

complimented my flexibility.

See, she was stretching in front of me.

Got a glimpse of her pu##anny.

She looked intense.

Like a wolf I was on her scent.

I got spent.

She told me how flexible I am, so I watched her stretch.

And she was with a friend,

but she was "THE ONE" that loaded my gun

with smiles of fun.

Thought of gym porn fantasy.

See, she filled me with motivated energy.

She caught me blind sided, now I can't see!!!!!!!

But I thank her pu##y for motivating me.
(Nothing to say but, wooo, I was so screwed up 7 years ago, so I'm not shocked, and 7 years ago is when I walked away from heroin addiction, but holy moly? Just so relieved and happy to be reborn, renewed in spirit, and looking toward the after life and being a voice in this world, but before it can even be possible to lead the hopeless to *REDEMPTION*, I need to show where I come from)

BLURRY POETRY ABOUT A GIRL(WRITTEN IN 2006): GENEVIEVE FERRER

6-8-2006: Genevieve, she'll snatch your heart with cupids dart. She's sweeter than the sweetest sweet tart. She's cool, calm, and collective. So creative stylish exploiting her artistic ways she catches waves of coolnesses got me feelin foolish, wanna pursue this. Let's be friends. I'll be as close as you let me, please tempt me.

THE BLUR WRITINGZ FROM THE PAST(2006): GOOD RIDDANCE TO THE PAST(Explicit Content Warning)

I have been feeling awful reading my old writings, BUT! The reason behind posting these are to show just how much faith can change a life. I've come a LONGGGGGGGG way!

9-29-2006

"Sneezing, sneezing, GOD bless me, fu(k the demons, sins all around, persuading the fiendings."(I know, these are writings from the past, when I was a lost, dead soul)

This is gonna be funny, I'll smash the globe with a karate blow. I'm definitely out of my gourd. Guardian Angel? WORD SON! Fu(ken Posse; Entourage. I'm gonna start from the beginning; Sour mind. I got to stretch my life away. Water Gun; Always have one!

6-30-2006

FORTUNE COOKIES: #1. Many a false step is made by standing still. #2. You have a curious smile, and a mysterious nature.(I'm tryen to write then my paper got wet)

AUGUST 20(2006): Of patience? Whenever I feel sick O'waiten. So sick and frustrated, from loss of motivation. The confusion is here(Planet earth-Human)! I don't care. But the pain's hard to bear.

6-30-2006 "Killah What?"

Where's my dogz at, killah?
Where's my dogz at ,killah?
Where's my dogz at.....killah?
Where's my dogz ak? 
Killah what?
Killah, we don't give a fu(k, what?
Killah, what, what, we don't give a fu(k
Crunk, fu(k, killah, what?
We don't give uh, what, what?(Believe me, I know? What in the world was wrong with me back then?)

Dog in heat, yeah I guess you can call me dat
Similar to a mind fu(k always chasen that phat cat(MEOW)
Blat, Blat, Blood Splat!
All over da wall. Yeah, dat shit was phat.
Keep dem rhymes like dat.
Murderous homicide on my mind,
I'm doin fine.
Controversy, crossin that fine line.
Mess with my mind, and get merked.
Or chill, wine and dine(bi-polar, I guess?).
Either way, I don't care, Life's maddened, and saddened, but all together, rad man.

Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

(2006)RHYME: From The First To The End Of the Month

From the first, to the end of the month, I will train like mad in, the martial arts, I'll bring my hip hop skills up to the top of my charts, and I'm anxious to start, get in my way, and hell you'll pay. I'm not playen and my home be my temple, untouchably mental, discipline has run it's course, and of course no spending, I'M SAVING FOR MY *FUTURE* WHICH STARTS NOW, NO MORE DISSAPOINTMENTS.

"I killed so many brain cells, but the ones I have left are strong."

Mandalin / down / up Sustained

No more spending, just benden. Wit spendin, I'm mendin. Must learn how to add, THAT'S what I'm gonna do! Save up over time till each day runs thru. Looken cool, walken smooth down this avenue. *DESTINY* is a gumshoe. I'm seeing three moves ahead. It's new to me. Envision what I foresee(*The Future*)? And it's hard to explain what's inside of me. One day everyone shall see! The light shall shine as we walk thru the far side, together. Walk till the end cause in this tunnel YOU WILL FIND THE LIGHT! It's me, and I gotta be who I am made to be. Follow me if you feel blind, I will guide you toward the light, but you must take the initial step(LOVE/FAITH). I still don't know how I'm gonn a do this(2006)? Must pursue it with heart and soul. And some day it will become as of second nature, EFFORTLESS! So pass judgment, cause I am trusting my skill. Cause I trust,,,,,,,,,no one...

BLURZ OLD POETRY - 2006: LIFE IS NO GAME and THE PERFECT STORM

LIFE IS NO GAME: Wasting another Friday? Better call mayday. Boredom lays astray. My minds out in space. I race and I pace, mind crazed. Mind stuck in the haze, reminder that I'm so insane. Stuck in an unorganized maze. I'm at a difficult age; Late puberty stage. And to this day, I'm categorized as a stray of society. On welfare living in a mental cage. MENTAL CASE! Loss control of my brain, soul stained, tainted. Bad blood of which I sustained. Hard to explain these scrambled moments of strain, I need some insight cause all has been killed. Evil visions enfilled. Extreme moments of Time standing still. WILL I LIVE TO SEE MY LIFE FULFILLED? Or waste away till the blood spills? My mistake they haunt, and flashbacks only taunt, and create an anger of fire soooo divine. Pushing towards the light. Am I ready to fight bloody knuckled. UNDERDOG I'm encrusted! It's out of sight my style of flight. 3 steps ahead, the advantage is mine! And life is a game. Full choice to be made; build your legendary name. IF! You play your cards smartly.

VISION: THE POWER OF SIGHT: THE ABILITY TO SEE: AN IMAGE CREATED IN THE IMAGINATION: A SUPER NATURAL EXPERIENCE


THE PERFECT STORM(POEM):

Lightning strikes!
There ain't nothing like it when you're a tortured soul like I am.
Praying for rain, to relax, so I can maintain, because it soothes my brain.
Everyone's scared of the hurricane, I say, "Bring it on."
I'll freestyle long. Ride out the storm(with GOD), make my spirit strong.
Listen to the drips dropping, puddles and all, loving the sound of natural disaster.
It'll make you, or break you?
Spiritual strength of thee electrical makers(GODZ)?
No need to be frightened when it's tears from above.
I wish chaos would come, cause something I love; hurricane season said to be upon us.
Bring that shit on, cause I'll be out there getting wet.
Smoking blunts, feeling love from above.
Keep my rhymes pumped up because it comes from the soul, and my soul is missing.
I will plead to the Heavens till I get my soul back.
(GOD)Help me live right(PLEA).
My madness is out of sight, and when the storm passes, I know I've gained insight.
Intellectual heights reign supreme cause I took a chance rapping to GOD.
No time for alarm, CONFIDENCE, and charm is entering, and warm.
When you feel this improvement, feels like you can start your own movement.
Where artisticness fills your mind and your spirit.
If you got the power people will wanna hear it.
So this is where I'm at!
Style will be phat, if ya practice. It's as simple as dat.
I leave you with the start of the directions; You have a dream, make that into REALITY!

BLURZ - Crummy One Syllable Violent Raps from 1995 - You can see how much of a lost soul I really was.(Explicit Content Warning)

10-21-2013: Reborn soul, spiritually redeemed. Seeing these writings, I'm just shocked to see how far gone, LOST SOUL I really was. *SPIRITUALLY REDEEMED*

1995 WRITINGS - Tryen to learn from the best, so to demolish the rest. So take off the bullet proof vest, I'm not gonna fill you with led. I'll use my fists instead. Instant damage to your head..... The violence in me must die cause my hostility is blood red. And who cares about street cred, cause my attack is the last meal you'll be fed. Enough said! Never again! Life's to hard and I forgot to take my meds, but your death certificate will satisfy me instead. Again, and again. Rewind, play it back in my head. Fu(k my meds! My medicine relates to your death bed. I laugh when you're dead and bled. My sanity left me way back then, in 7th grade changed from sped, to super sped. And the kid wouldn't let me ride his sled, so I spun into my first demonic mindset. I split his head, walked into his families den, stabbed his dad in the eye with a red pen, sat at their dinner table and ate their Cornish hen, the end.(Shows where I came from. Just how much of a lost soul I really was.)

Police arrive, take me to the precinct. Then jury detention, where I made my first friend, till I cut off his Johnson, and in his own blood, I wrote, Manson, THE END!

I reached my final destination with no hesitation, to tired, time for driver rotation. Taking a cruise down the avenue, time to chill, don't need a pill. I do it all mental, meditation skils. My words spill so natural, cause I study well cause I was bred intellectual. My verbal mind will make ya mind swell. I WON'T see you in hell!

NOTE TO SELF: make sure to take a shit before a flight.(never been on a plane, but, ok.)

The Punisher: He's a madman, killen his own brand. Vigilante killer man. has a vast array of fans, man, cause he kills for fun, and loves to flaunt his gun. In battle, never runs. Death! Is always done, Cause he's number one! A real shogun assassin, cause he gets the job done. No matter the odds, cause vigilante follows gods. Doing the dirty jobs. Staking out all the scum, and the bums. #1, #1, #1!

BLURZ "OLD RAPZ, RHYMEZ, AND WRITINGZ": SUBMERGE THE URGE DEEP INTO THE DIRT:

SUBMERGE THE URGE DEEP INTO THE DIRT:

I feel like a bird that shit a white piece of bird shit................................I FEEL LIKE SHIT!

RHYMEZ ~ Somewhere in 2011 - A rap I wrote and posted to British Rapper, Amy Burns, AKA, "A Me B" - I like dat A Me B, She Amazes me, fram A to Z, Spiritwality, Personality. She be cooking dem rhymez in her bakery. She' Geometry, She is Poetry. She be hitten dem books like a burn book rally. I hope she ain't mad at me, I be tellin eet(it) like I, B, C, U, R=BEAUTY

FROM HERE DOWN - 2006 ~ If I rhyme all the time, then I'll have rhymez in my writes, and if my writes have rhymez, then my writes will have might.

Into my music, I gotta do it. I'm talking in rhyme, hitten them notebooks. I'm penning faster than a court room typer types letters.

Rap iz all mental. Intellectual. From diary journals, to rap testimonials. Even if you have to many horror stories to tell, write them raps down till your funerell.

If I breach ya beach, I'll break ya beak for having bleak beliefs. So believe in the unseen beings, that's the key.

My name iz BLUR, the weirdest RAP-PER. I got many scars, and a big heart. I'm a paranard internet astronaut encompassing holy radars to roar like a quasar. I wanna reach sonar. - I wanna feed the beast inside me that never sleeps, lays dormant, seeps and creeps into my soul, deep. 

 THOUGHTS ~ While I'm creating, az long az I'm not claiming, to be something amazing, then why deface me?

Man, if I could put the energy I had yesterday...

For the first time I really enjoy being a rapper, and that to me is a HUGE Life Success!

Just did my abs and martial arts punching hard training. I gotta have the type of 12 pack abs that someone would break their fist if they punched.

PROCLAIM ~ Creating a rap gives me a natural high! Making videos gives me a natural high! Making someone laugh gives me a natural high! I'M AN ADDICT!

BLURZ OLD WRITINGZ: 2005/2006 Edition ~ PROBLEMZ/POT HEAD RHYMEZ/WASTE/TIME IZ AGAINST ME(Explicit Content)

"Woooooo, before you read this. Wow! Harsh realization of how far gone I was. How lost my soul was back then. Even worse is going to be when I make the short film reenactments of my past. I mean no offense, I've beyond changed, from beyond hopelessness, to almost redeemed, and GOD is EVERYTHING to me." - BLUR

MIND SHOULDN'T GO TO WASTE: They say the mind shouldn't go to waste, so I learned to make my thoughts rhyme as they come to me, source of control to organize as I race and pace, cause I'm crazed, why lay and die, fuel comes from hate.

I'm just a lunatic trying to keep his sanity!

POT HEAD RHYMEZ: Got a headache, making my mind shake. Stressed out, need to get baked. Ease the tension of this earthquake. Cause I'm walking thru the storm, not feeling norm, heart torn, trying to rebuild the soul, won't die, gonna grow old. I know my cards, and will not fold. Can't put life on hold, even though my sight's dizzy. I seen to much, but it ain't no crutch, the anger burns me up. The fire in this furnace is rising. I'm no gangsta, but I'm mutha fu(ken crazy, ain't slept in days, just blazed.

POT HEAD RHYMEZ: You're not corrupt, but who gives a fu(k? Don't hit the dutch, cause it's never enough to even stay satisfied. It's easier to flow on paper about your mind, that's been confined. There may come a time, when you're no longer at the bottom and things feel right. But never get your hopes up, because what goes up will eventually come down. Like Bruce Lee said, "Treat your assets like they're already broken.", don't send me the wrong vibe, cause I'll rip you apart to see what's inside. They call this "The free way to write." | I call this, "The way to stay alive forever." | Will this sh!t be hot? Probably not. But at least I admit that I suck, but I can't get any worse. Yeah, that's what's up. I'm searching for effortlessness. To control my madness as I try to live innocent. There's two ways to freestyle; there's acapella, or you can make a beat to follow. I'm a DIY, do it your self kinda guy, and I WILL NOT HIDE! But will appear by surprise. My head hurts! From writing so much, where carpal tunnel becomes my fuss. Pass that double dutch. Let's get sh!t faced and write Hip Hop! Wish the parents would fall asleep, so I can 'Plan and Plot', to make my goals for me, able to cop. Cop my goals, life got me feeling foul. I got a dirty mouth, and mind needs to be washed! My mind hurts! And I feel so burnt, how the fu(k can I recupe when I receive nothing but negative notions, drowning, floating dead in my minds fiery oceans.

8-9-2006 4:45 PM - Rhyme called: PROBLEMZ:

"I'm the most driven person you'll ever meet, but I don't know how to drive." - BLUR

Mutha fu(ken playas wanna talk about getting laid? Fu(k dat bullsh!t, I just wanna get SAGE! Slap a $%^& for sayen money don't buy happiness; tell that to the woman and daughter, they're homelessness. It would for me, help me feel free, independently, focus can help me see | reality of our species? | Fu(k financial pressure. Fat#er and Brot#er act like my life, "Don't add up.", doesn't measure. Fu(k them, and fu(k you to. Fu(k with me and your a$$ will be meeting my shoe. Need a boo? In my head know Theresa, few loose screws, past due. Pick and choose, CHOICES, odds state that I will lose. I'm bruised and confused, and yes, DAZED, stompin down this avenue like a true warrior, I'll stand tall, EVEN IF I FALL!(Wooooooo! My apologies. I don't even curse anymore. You can see how far gone I was back then. No offense to anybody. I was a lost soul.)

2005 - RAP/RHYME CALLED, "LIFE IS FU(KEN AGAINST ME"

Time is fu(ken against me, it's passed twelve O'clock, and I'm fu(ken drinken coffee. Man, what the fu(k is wrong with me, it's like I'm blind and can't see. Wander what will become of me?

Obviously something's wrong with me, I try to maintain, but I feel so insane. I know that I'm the one to blame, being alive feels lame, before I start, I kick my own a$$ out this game.

And I'm fu(ken raging mad, and it's fu(ken sad, I'm grinding my teeth they say you should be fu(ken glad for what you have, tried it, FAILED, didn't work. Now I'm raging on a note pad.

"But you're a nice guy!", I wanna fu(k somebody up. "But you have manners!", Thinkin about giving up. "You do what's right!", But it fu(ken feels wrong, YO, this ain't a song, one wrong move I'll be gone.

Short fuse is fuming, on fire, but my heart feels so cold, I got a death wish, fu(k it, I don't wanna grow old, let the path unfold, have no choice but to explode.

CORUS: Stress is rising to a boil, brain is coiled, feeling gritty like a fu(ken gargoyle, dowsed in hot oil, life is toiled; I'm think I'm ready to be under six feet of soil.

{Woo, that is some harsh, sad truth of how far gone, how much of a lost soul I was}

STEALING FROM A THRIFT STORE: Ya, I wanna be stylish, but I can't afford to buy clothes from the thrift. You know you're fu(ken ghetto when ya steel clothes from the thrift, it makes me sick, but at least I admit to it.

CONFUSED CONTEMPLATION: This apple fell far from the tree, but there's not an apple tree in site? There's no apple tree in the field, even? Hold on? Where did this apple come from?

7-11-2016 50/50 chance of living. Headz ya live, tailz ya die! Lethal Weapon.

DA ALI G SHOW: Sitting watching "The Ali G Show", sitten, drinken two 40 Oz's, tryen to get right, ya know.

"If there's fluff on the muff, she's old enough." ~ Ali G 

WTF?

What's up with this blank page? Why is it blank? I ain't on my game, can't be anymore Frank. I JUST GOTTA MAKE IT! No time to flake it. I gotta lace sh!t DOWN, the right track. The right path. Coolness with a PH-Phat stack, and that's that. Watchen flicks cause I need a laugh.