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City: Miami West-Side-Detroit
Country: US
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December 12, 2008 - Friday 
glue

love is the
glue
that keeps
all
this shit
together

____________________________________________

damaged goods


lived the life
of an
artist

have the
battle scars
to prove it

I know
I'm damaged

only functioning
because of the love
of my friends
and family

mostly my family

the wounds
are deep
and are impossible
to wipe clean

most of the time
I wish
they were not there

time to time
they show me
that they are

I did it
I really did it
just like
they showed me in
the movies

this artistic
life
not
for the pretty faces
and
the movie stars

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I think I'm going crazy

what the hell

is going on  today
dah dah feeling like an idiot and nothing makes
sense got to stop thinking this negative shit
go to stop feeling sorry for myself and getting
bitter and more bitter
for no reason
everything is great
great great great

______________________________________________________

heavy memories

the weight
of it all
hangs around my neck
as if there were a heavy horn attached

and then
the horn
became
a memory

time to time
the memory
surfaces
explodes
and gives up some 
joy


_________________________________________

something to say

 
                we are all pushed down
                with our faces
                in the mud
                so that
                eventually
                we will
               
                have something to say

               
                that


                no one

                can take away
 

      portrait of an artist, the dog

 
                                the dog is hungry
                                the dog cries for
                                affection
                                for food
                                the dog says ruff-ruff
 
                                the man pets it and throws it some scraps
 
                                contented
                                it rolls-up
                                on the floor and sleeps
 
                                the artist is hungry
                                the artist cries for
                                respect
                                for
                                        intelligence
                                        and virtue
 
                                the man looks at the artist
                                with indifference
                                tells it to go lay-the-fuck-down in the corner
                                and forget about it
 
                                complying with the man
                                the artist
                                continues to be
                                hungry


                                            don't talk
                            please
                            don't talk
                            to me
                            about
                            religion
                            or politics
                            I'm not interested
                            let's talk
                            about
                            sports
                            movies
                            the weather
                            anything
 
                            better
                            for me
                            and
                            the world
 
 
                              be positive
                            and
                            think positive thoughts
                            avoid negative
                            and
                            hateful thoughts
                            you've heard this before
                            and
                            you will
                            see it
                            and
                            believe it
                            when you live
                            right
                            right on
                            the right side
                            stay
                            stay on
                            the right side
                            is the
                            only side
                            no place to hide
                            on
                            the wrong side
                            and
                            you will
                            be right
                            right
                            on
 
                                                a bird
 
                                 I wish
                                 I was a bird
                                 live
                                 high up
                                 in a tree
                                 I would shit
                                 on anyone's head
                                 who walked
                                 directly under me
 
 

 
                    everyday magic
 
                                    ordinary
                                    everyday life
                                    very deep
                                    almost impossible to understand
                                    ordinary
                                    everyday happiness
                                    very deep
                                    almost impossible
                                    to comprehend
 
                                    i tie my shoes
                                    i untie my shoes
                                    i tie my shoes
                                    i untie them
 
 
                                    as a human being
an asshole is an asshole is an asshole is 
can't communicate to them as a human no matter how hard you try



                                            happy spider
 
                                walking into
                                the woods
 
 
                                a spider
                                patiently waits
 
 
                                the fly is caught
 
 
                                i leave
                                the trees
                                                                               (Sado Island, Japan)
 

 
                           give piece a chance
 
                                            a piece of pie
                                            a piece of cake
                                            a piece
                                            of ass
 
 
                      mentally ill
 
                                sometimes
                                I'm mentally ill
                                please
                                forgive me
                                when I fly
                                over the hill
                                the sun
                                always sets
                                it's such a thrill
                                I love
                                my wife
                                and
                                I always
                                will
 

 
                     a true artist
 
                                    a true artist
                                    only drives
                                    a mercedes benz
 
advice to a young artist  
don't give up no matter what life throws
at
you
create your soul
not your mind
forget what the business fools
tell
you
and
most importantly
get a good day gig and a good woman
success
will follow
you
 
 
 
Bill loved guns
                                he was being
                                treated for
                                manic depression
 
 
                                their marriage
                                was in turmoil
                                because
                                Bill was
                                having an affair
                                with another woman
                                for the sake of
                                the family
                                Bill came home
                                to Kay
                                but the depression
                                continued
 
 
                                Kay was upstairs
                                and heard a loud
                                sound
                                that came
                                from down
                                the stairs
                                she dreaded
                                her thoughts
                                at that moment
                                she found Bill
                                laying on
                                the bathroom floor
 
                                Bill loved his guns
                                Kay said afterwards

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The Virgin Mary Takes It Up The Ass



where else is she
going to take it

in her pussy?

that's not possible
because
she had an immaculate conception

so she had to take it
up her ass

and besides
everyone has to get laid
sometimes

since she's
the holy Virgin
it only makes
sense

she does it
in her bung hole

also
there would be
no son of god
had the Virgin Mary
the mother of god
got fucked
in her cunt

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NI9ER

 
I'm seeing this, guru;
Hatred siphons away energy from those too lazy or confused to determine the actual culprit...anger is an incentive for change.
ANGER is sacred...HATRED is weak.
love, NN
 
Posted by NI9ER on September 16, 2008 - Tuesday - 6:34 PM
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