Lost Treasures #4, Page 2

Yea you can label me an asshole

  I'm fast with my words and my poetry comes all natural.

  Not that it means anythin to me as it's somethin that people call me all the time.

  You don't want to see any shit from this asshole.

  Cause I don't give a shit bout your poetry

  - Kennie -

  Bring Me Down...

  They say I'm a killer.

  But in fact I can't be no realer.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  You'll always bring me down.

  Anytime you see me roaming the streets, my face always showcasing a frown.

  At six foot four people tend to run and hide.

  Too afraid to talk, too afraid to be by my side.

  I say very little, I write alot more.

  Some people hate it, they always feel like I'm sore.

  Giving the world a cold shoulder.

  Feeling like every day is an even bigger boulder.

  They say I'm a killer.

  But in fact I can't be no realer.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  I always feel as if my back is up against the wall.

  Being forced to come out swinging just to watch the masses fall.

  No matter what you say I can see what your trying to in your undertone.

  After the interview I won't be waiting by the phone.

  You constantly keep rejecting me.

  While the demons are always selecting me.

  My demons are constantly outweighing my angels.

  2 to 1, 5 to 2, whichever the numbers always out of this world.

  The numbers are never in my favor.

  When it's my time, I doubt I'd meet the Savior.

  They say I'm a killer.

  But in fact I can't be no realer.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  Kennie Kayoz

  Bring Me Down...Part 2

  They say I'm a killer.

  But in fact I can't be no realer.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  When I Kennie grab some ink I cause Kayoz.

  I've been banned from numerous poetry sites cause the subjects I speak.

  I have even been known to crash poetry sites in matters of a week.

  Many web hosts label me as an evil in the world.

  When I get into my groove, I'm a wiz at this.

  They say my poetry is hotter than hell.

  When they look into my eyes they can see that I'm not well.

  But my emotion is colder than freezing.

  Time for you to open your heart and start believing.

  As long as God allows me to express my thoughts I'll always be around.

  If you choose to hate, your head will be the first thing that hits the ground.

  Got told I have ADD they called it a disease.

  I told'em that they're just jealous, cause I can think separately with each piece.

  I'd have four simultaneous thoughts going through my mind at once.

  They say I'm a killer.

  But in fact I can't be no realer.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  With some of the things I've done in my past.

  I'm surprised that my body and mind would be able to last.

  I feel that if you want to put stalk into poetry.

  Then place all your money on Kennie.

  Everything I write people always want to read.

  Seems like I should be destined to succeed.

  But if you look at the life I live.

  I have nothing left to give.

  I feel as if the world is beating me down.

  Which is why I walk the streets with a frown.

  They say I'm a killer.

  But in fact I can't be no realer.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  When you bring me down.

  Kennie Kayoz

  Dreamer

  I've always lived inside my head.

  Even watching my own death in my head.

  Nothing ever goes the way I want it.

  I forced to constantly put up with shit.

  In my mind things are alot better, most of the time.

  I don't struggle at times to write any sort of rhyme.

  I'm just a dreamer.

  I dream my life away.

  I'm just a dreamer.

  Who dreams of better days

  I wish I could just live inside my mind.

  I think then everything would be fine.

  I can't stand being apart of this life.

  I want things to get better.

  But I know they won't.

  I spend most of my time drowning myself in a dream world.

  More fictional than one could imagine.

  I'm just a dreamer.

  I dream my life away.

  I'm just a dreamer.

  Who dreams of better days

  Kennie Kayoz

  Nag Nag Nag

  Today I woke up to being nagged at, being told I do nothing.

  When little does the person know who is the one whose doing the nagging.

  I'm the one who does everything.

  But yet I'm the first one who gets nagged at cause it seems that I do nothing.

  I can't stand this, it's getting to me more and more.

  I would like to leave this place but I feel as if there is no where for me to go.

  Nobody wants me, which I can understand.

  Why would anyone want a failure like myself.

  I don't know why I was put here on this planet.

  I don't know what my purpose is in this life.

  Am I destined just to be someones stress relief.

  Until my life ends one way or another.

  Or am I destined for more.

  Nobody will give me a chance in life.

  Is this all that I have to live for.

  Why do I have to put up with this.

  It's getting to the point where I can't even sleep.

  All I hear in my head is your voice nagging and nagging.

  Just want to bash my head with harder and harder objects till I black out and not wake up.

  - Kennie -

  Judgment Day

  With all the talk for May 21st.

  When it gets here can you take me in a burst.

  I'm ready for my life to end.

  Nobody will miss me, no friends.

  Things keep getting worse every day.

  So I do hope it happens in may.

  Businesses close, jobs are few.

  I feel like I'm boiling in hells stew.

  Would you like one spoon or two.

  Perhaps I'd be better on the next level

  Kennie Kayoz

  May 21st 2011 – End Of The World / Mass Suicide

  On May 21st the world shall end.

  So quickly leave your house's and go tell a friend.

  Profess your dying sins.

  Start telling the world all that is wrong with it.

  When they tell you all that is wrong with the book you hold, deny it.

  Is the man you speak of real or fake.

  Is the book you hold fact or fiction.

  What is so special about May 21st.

  Is that when the kool aid will be quenching your thirst.

  Claim the Gospel never lies.

  The gospel was written by man.

  By a man you couldn't have understand.

  The most glorified death in the whole world.

  Thousands of years later and we're still talking about it

  Confess your sins, raise your glasses on the 21st of May.

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sp; We can save you now...

  You have been chosen to make noise, you have been chosen to make the news.

  The lives of fictional writers depend on you to spread the word of...

  The word of whom ?

  The word of an all powerful being, that apparently got nailed to a cross, and came back to life ?

  Quickly run to the kool aid.

  On May 21st we'll all have a toast to you, to the ones who jumped when someone else said jump.

  ~ Praise Jesus !! ~

  Kennie Kayoz -

  Wave & Celebrate

  It's time for y'all to wave and celebrate.

  Don't you worry if it's even after eight.

  This will be my final post here.

  My stuff will stay up, but I won't be near.

  I feel as if I'm done my visit.

  But don't think that I'm going to quit.

  So feel free to have a drink.

  Or spend sometime to think.

  This will be the final thing I write.

  As I'm going to fly off like a kite.

  To see where I land.

  So good bye, y'all it's been grand...

  Kennie Kayoz