7:24 AM - Yes I was innocent once

Life was easy without rules
cops allowed us to be cool
stranger ways only seem right
never thank strangers for good times

This is how it is
we were only kids
but damn were we certified
to get fucked up and make it right every night@!!

Tescho george
Dooley fuckin brutus
Walt even I
were sedated since nine haha
Decarlo jeff taylor
xanies never mattered
oxley kingy in their prime
suficate all thats next in line

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5:44 AM - Dawn... The most beautiful time of day (Repost from last Christmas)
Category: Writing and Poetry

Up early again
thinking were I went wrong this time
Its non-stop questions that I reflect in my head
but still cant grasp any answers...

It seems so quiet in the morning
no people yelling
only dogs and birds pestering a certain persons pillow...

A day when I expected something
a simple anything that never came
I was spitting teardrops in full solitude...

but then remembered it was all about
being with those who care
those you want you to be there with comfort for love...

So I thanked them all with chocolate chip kisses
And shrugged off the worry that seems to have made a home in my chest
unwrapping smiles always warms as its a wonderful life replays again...

I will wake again early for days to come
so I can treasure the beauty Dawn has brought
for it is shear admiration for this splendor that abandons memory...

And I must say a morning without meaning is not mourning at all.

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5:25 AM - Riddle me this?
Category: Writing and Poetry

People change like seasons
Cancer devours innocence
like tortured mind sores embrace killers

I'm only used as a tool for awhile
Then I fall apart like a Jenga game crumbles
It's all good right?

seasons change only if we don't continue to warm our home
This earth is a home right?

It's only used as a tool then soon will crumble
like a good man's world falls apart after addiction controls his every move

Life, Love, Misfortune
Envy, Greed, Its all part of this cancer called belief


Don't forget to vote :)

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1:03 AM - Treasure?
Category: Writing and Poetry

Everything that you have worked for
is worth way more then you have paid
All the things that hold their value
are the things that could certainly slip away

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7:09 AM - Self exposure
Category: Writing and Poetry

To look
To notice
To react
To Change

If Existence
If failure
If pain
Is to blame

Then to realize
Then to dispose of
Then to cast away the shame

Is to hope for
Is to accept that
Is to want
to be born again

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5:57 AM - She was Dead (Lyrics)

She must of been about 18 when she died
When she died

Her mother said that she loved her so
But I think that she lied

I used to wait every day for her to return
and every night
Then it dawned on me she was never coming home
Because she died

Dead
She was Dead
She was Dead
She was Dead

Maybe it was the drugs that killed her
Maybe it was the lack of love I showed
The way I made her crazy and it showed
It showed
it showed

Dead
She was Dead
She was Dead
She was Dead

Nevermind the drugs that killed her
I knew she was never coming home
We were both so crazy and it showed
It showed
it showed
it showed
it showed

She must of been about 18 when she died
When she died

Her mother said that she loved her so
But I think that she lied

I used to wait every day for her to return
and every night
Then it dawned on me she was never coming home
Because she died


Dead
She was Dead
She was Dead
She was Dead

Listen to it HERE

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6:50 AM - If you like my poetry...

Then you should really listen to my music

Xander's Sinn


Thank you to all that have read my work and supported me

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2:19 AM - Lost
Category: Writing and Poetry

Every time things seem to be going good
I allow myself to falter through addiction
Time and time again I lose my breath
and all hopes that I once had are seemingly abandoned

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1:53 AM - Pretty well known Canadian Director talks about my brother!
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

Check it out it's pretty funny.

Gavin Michael Booth talks about Kevin Smith and My brother Jon

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1:27 AM - Acceptance
Category: Writing and Poetry

After months maybe years
Alright even decades
I have been summoned to the bottom with visions of an ending
more then once
more then twice
more then any man should
but I to this point made it ...alive

on the brink of turning thirty
inside my whole existence is going out of control
hectic often distorted
I am coping in crazy
cause thats all I know.

I guess I accept it.
Me
What I've become

I cant change it
I cant make me better.
I cant exchange it
I cant cash it in
Its my lfe so finally I
ACCEPT IT!



July 16th = 30 years in the making of....Me

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11:33 PM - Take Out the Trash
Category: Writing and Poetry

Over and over in my mind I search.
Unsure of the tenacious approach and
The series of beings selling lies through propaganda.
I am left in this pit of clever deception with lovers going
Systematically into an abyss of over zealous new lovers
Who envy my eloquent ability to deceive them.

On and on I will continue to take out the trash
Here and there little pieces of yesterday's pain
And suffering of a sun that shown so long ago
Burned out by the torment that you challenged me with.

Likes and dislikes of new replacing old and change eradicating the estranged
Trash only gets picked up when you finally leave it out on the curb
And yes it has been a long time since my dumpster was emptied


So here I am dusting my craze for a new pencil
Writing this list of an early demise


Hope the trash man doesn't leave it behind

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6:24 PM - No such luck
Category: Writing and Poetry

If I govern my speech to question whats in breach
Then maybe the dead will question fate
Alone are the deeds that sold all our needs
so liars can stand up to wait

I have no more to give
I am not a challenger in this game called remorse
I have nothing other then lies
so quit hoping for an outreach

If I elect a loser then vote him in twice
Will I cut both my wrists and think its twice as nice
when is far not far and too close not an option
is it in the last breath that I breathe
or when pluto turns into a planet out of Uranus

Could never be sense we are making
Never could it be hearts worth our taking
could forever be the ever worth our forsaking
or could these cookies be the ones served at our waking

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10:16 PM - If only (Just a thought form a confused man sifting through the ashes of discrace)
Category: Writing and Poetry

It seems like forever since I felt anything
pain triggers anger but it seems that its all I got
I know you dont really want to hear it
And I also know that I sound like a sadist
but If this is what I feel then I have really a burning need to express
They tell me I should vent my frustration
then I hold it in for ever more
because it seems that its just so unfair to share it with the world

If only the world were as hollow as my visions
then maybe sleeping alone would caress me down like a wool written prequal
that has lied to me through its external disquise

Lovers like to leave while haters shun me over mountains
I have adapted ways to kill myself without harming the flesh
It seems like its been forever but forever is just how long it may take for me to smile back

If only the world could understand that eventually we all give up
then maybe George bush could rewrite his monumental disasters
that have changed our future and drowned out our only escape plan
If only gas could be burned while rapist's took turns
if only our lust was a form of fortune haha if Only we could learn

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11:20 PM - Life in a box

All that we know
is never the puzzle in the form of complete
All that is granted and taken for certain
is mostly hopes and dreams not yet familiar to our understanding

In this box we share only lies we have hidden
in this box we confuse whats real for expired beliefs
in this box we share smiles and mental lapses
in this box we live like we are fake but expect the world to just agree

everything we promise seems to dissolve when we are flying
what comes out of our mouths is our alter egos gaining access to our heads
when its to late we realize we were using propaganda to gain pleasure
the next morning always comes with regret that is always better served cold
guilt is the reason we think then shake our heads in disgust
Anger is the torture that causes sores to form unwanted
then we cry and relive it all again

In this box we share only what is crafted
in this box we confuse with whats right and whats insane
in this box we act like we are the reason life is bogus
in this box we forget we are crafted to turn our heads

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4:20 PM - I am (As Is)
Category: Writing and Poetry

As a creature I watch you
In denial Im the reason you should run
As a leach I cling to your skin unpredictable
in denial you are the reason Im waiting

As a creep Im creepy and creeping up on you
Sick and twisted multiplied by two
as the creep I am why you should fear
Sick and twisted equals my success
Im the reason why death is so sedating

:) :)

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