https://youtu.be/aV_gtwb2VFQ
^ first for no GI and third for GI x3

Its true, so many people just like you, cry and whine about things that "just ain't cool". But just to let you know, you are ignorant. Because nothing in your simple life could compare with those whose lights for hope are less vibrant, for they have to bear seeing their mothers life slowly turn into something lifeless, or have to watch their house go now that they've been widowed and not endowed with money to help them get out. They've been left to die and no matter how loud they shout, no one will help them out. Maybe those like these are the people you see smoking on the streets. But you think nothing of it because you're wrapped up in you're own ball of sadness. This is the definition of madness, how could you drop a tear over something that's virtually weightless? I'm pretty damn tired of hearing the same thing over and over again, so I'm done. And you? Shut the fuck up

Joseph Greyhawk Washington
November 23, 2014 at 7:17pm ·
Man, I'm so pissed
But too dumb to even know what to do with it
I'm fed up with the cat calls and shit
I just want to stand up and scream "fuck the world"
Yet I only bow my head and do as I'm told
Silenced, chained, and hungry as I walk in this cold
Maybe alone though, I have friends, but non to hold
Guess I'm not that bold
As I look down this dark and icy road
My only sight is is my worst nightmare
But what is worse is that no one really cares
I feel my worn mind giving up, and my rusted body going down
My only question is "where is god now.."

Joseph Greyhawk Washington

Hey, you know, there's something that I gotta say
Shit happens dawg, but keep moving, I know it sounds messed up in a way
But hear me out, there's only so much time in our day
Why waste it on our hate? But wait
This doesn't mean be fake and put on a shallow smile that's supposed to make you seem happily idle
It may seem hard though so listen close as I explain how to make the most outta something that's post mortem... haters? Ignore them, and be with yo friends and smile once again with them. Bullies? See, now they can never control me, because this soul and mind is set free, so why not join me. Loss of close ones? Man it sucks, but we just gotta move on, there's nothing we can do, what's done is done. Now it won't be as quick but it can happen as fast as light being lit on a candle wick. Happy is a switch, you control it, why not give it a flick to the on part of the switch

Ever had that one friend, whether they be lady or man, that you know you could always count on them, on every day you're down in the trashcans, they are right there beside ya, holding your hand, or walking with ya, through hells land, man I can't even appreciate them enough, every time I was down, they got me back up, brushed my shoulders off, made me forget about the trash talk, and helped me draw hearts into the cement with red chalk, they the ones that kept my heart going hippity hop, they the ones that kept me at my best, my top, this song is a tribute, for the ones far away, I miss you, and for all those close too, I still love you. Even though this song can't debut against how much I wanna thank you, its all I can do, for getting me through the shit that I've been through. Thanks, for these new shoes, I now can start fresh and new, this is long overdue but I've said it once, twice, now a third, thank you.

As the wind blows away my breath
I bury the urge to run below my chest
Though I am sleepy from no nights rest
I feel happy because I passed life's biggest test
Waking up alive, that would be the test.
Walking through this quiet city
I am able to think, and see life all around me
The crackle of blazing yellow and orange leaves below my feet
Brings a happy memory that leads me to the land of fantasy
Now lost in this bizarre land
I am no longer a man, but an entity
Tied to a post that we call humanity
I choose to let go and explore this land of mystery
I hear something loud and ringing
Then I wake up in class, the bell sounds flaring
Then I realize I was just day dreaming.

You know, I couldn't keep this in my mind, letting it pollute it with darkness. So I wrote an entire song about it. Here it is

If someone knows me, they know I'm cold
even if I walk with them, I'm still all alone
Its not just a mental game no more
just like before they just wanted more
from the same fucking whore who's
The same fucking reason why I'm poor and that she
keeps Hitting and bashing me around
Then I'm gone till I'm found by the same hope
that's kept me bound to the world that's ever so sound
but I ain't saying nothing profound, no
I'm gonna spit this shit out, its not a game show
what do you think of me now bitch
Im gonna explain this shit out
And here's what I'm saying
(Chorus)
Its been too long, the time has been
forever lost, I have been
Its the price I've paid
for being made
in the first place..

And now I'm gone, like a kid
Im not that strong, too little too thin
Its the price I've paid
for trying to love
in the first place..

I've just about had enough of this shit
Mixed with the hits and little bits left out when I was kid
And now I'm grown up left fucked up and twisted
I guessed I just missed it, a chance to not be shit
but its too late, now I'm hidden in the shadows made of hate
They call it fucking fate, how cruel to make themselves famous from fake and false claims
Everyday, I wake up and walk out, only to be shouted at to go out
not even aloud to talk our pout, hell, Im not me, just and image that they want me to be. I just want to be free.. and now

(Chorus)
Its been too long, the time has been
forever lost, I have been
Its the price I've paid
for being made
in the first place..

And now I'm gone, like a kid
Im not that strong, too little too thin
Its the price I've paid
for trying to love
in the first place..

I wish I could laugh, but I'm just to be laughed at
I'm left in this mad hat for the people with no backs
its a fat chance
That Ima be able to become my own man
but I'm stuck in this horrible place, like god damn
I want a way out and I dont know how
can someone reach out and help
But now? Now I'm done
I'm done with the bullshit done being made fun of
done being the one hurt in your little fits
and overall? I'm done with you, bitch.
You can echo my words now, here's what I say
(Chorus x2)

people with some disabilities being treated horribly because of it and they can't really say or do anything about it. So I wanted to compose a poem for those who can't speak out. For those who will read this, speak for them too. Don't standby. Treat them normally because they are like you, a little different.

I sit motionless, not being able to compose emotions, I look emotionless, I'm less. Lesser than you, you and you. But I'm blessed. I can still breathe and see too. But who do I see too? I see all of you. You, you, and you. I can see the heads turning, not wanting to see me, I see the old person who is the only one who helps me pee because my legs just weren't meant to be. I'm not strong enough to stand, but I'm sure as hell strong enough reach out my hand, to those I love, and my love is strong enough to get me above. Above all of you. I can't talk, I can't walk, I can't write, I can't raise my hands to fight. Fight back. Oh the anger held in all these years. Being called special. Stupid. It makes me fear.. fear I can never be called normal. I can see you, you, and you, looking at me like "oh, so horrible" but yet you do nothing to help?! You All have no idea what I've felt, the things I've dealt with, all the friends you can have while I have them to miss, the things I had to kiss, because I will never have them. Like love. My crush, my dove.. she will never like me because I look like I've just been mugged. I'm a twitching, drooling, horribly looking freak, but I'm still loving.. I just want to be normal too.. but all I can do I sit still and stare at you, you, and you.

Hey you! Yeah bitch, you! I guess you are too cool to even consider giving yourself a tool to figure out that you're just a mumbling fool! Its true, so many people just like you, cry and whine about things that "just ain't cool". But just to let you know, you are ignorant. Because nothing in your simple life could compare with those whose lights for hope are less vibrant, for they have to bear seeing their mothers life slowly turn into something lifeless, or have to watch their house go now that they've been widowed and not endowed with money to help them get out. They've been left to die and no matter how loud they shout, no one will help them out. Maybe those like these are the people you see smoking on the streets. But you think nothing of it because you're wrapped up in you're own ball of sadness. This is the definition of madness, how could you drop a tear over something that's virtually weightless? I'm pretty damn tired of hearing the same thing over and over again, so I'm done. And you? Shut the fuck up

guessed it was to you're own demise? But it ain't yo fault, look on the bright side, it wasn't you who made the disguise, right? Don't struggle for "love" don't fight for the right to have light at tying your love life to a kite and letting it fly high, because at the end of the long night, the wind dies and you're left with nothing but reasons to die, like its as if god wants you to say good bye, to all of those you loved and to the ones that never said hi, truth is? This is all in your mind, its a twisted game bent from moonshine and wasted time. You know what that is like? Love is like that

Dear bully, how have you been doing? I remember the last time I saw you, you shoved me into the locker saying you're just fooling, but who exactly are you fooling? I know exactly what you're doing. You're filled with this depression, so you lash out with aggression, but only to hide it from others Cuz you're just "messin" and now I've tasted your punches? Its time you learned your lesson. After all these years of beatings, I'll show you its true meanings. I want to thank you, Mr. Bully, for every time you hit me or taunted me, on Mondays, Tuesday's, and Fridays too, making me taste the dirt, and after that calling me things that hurt, I know it wasn't really you who was being a jerk, and that's just the way you work. You can't handle the stress, so you through things around, making a mess, bomb classes, skipping tests, all for what though? For the attention, that's what you're intent on happenin'. But this? This only made me take a step back and open my eyes, only through this pain will I, understand and adapt realization, on what's really going on with our system. I wanna thank you for dumping me into trashcans, it made me shower more! And telling me I'm a worthless geek as you tore my comic books at the comic book store? It only made me go into fitness and forget about mordor! Right now I feel like I'm a superhuman, Thor, getting out of his mess after being beaten raw by some whore, I'm the crow in this story "ever more" Mr. Bully, the tables have turned, now you're the filly, looking even more silly as you attempt to assault me! But without you? I wouldn't be as strong. You were the teacher who taught me right from wrong. Now me and mental and physical strength have a bond, and without you? I would probably be out on the streets offering myself with a pair of thongs on. You made me better, physically, mentally, making me do the math and chemistry as to why bad shit always happened to me, now I want to thank you, for making me into a stronger me, Mr. Bully

I don't have much to offer. I see those with their father and mother, and yet they look so.. bothered. I, am no gypsy who can predict the future, or can see their past, I know that, but I know that the saddened can connect with each other. We don't have to say a word and almost instantly we know one and other. I can see even though the people can have a full family, they can but shut out by them. They will act happily, but it isn't genuine. This is only at times though, they will try to pretend to be happy. In the end, they just mope around take their heroine, and do nothing about it except sit still, cut their wrists or take their handful of pills. This is what bothers me. I am no gypsy who can predict the future, or can see anyone's past. No, rather, I am just a poet, who thinks too fast. Though, I can take one look into this vast, barren wasteland you all call our world, and say how foolish we are, just lying there curled. We cry about things that are so insignificant to the entirety of the world, but yet we do nothing to let our fists unfurl. We need to do something I dunno if anyone is gonna read to the end so.. hi and bye bye

This goes out to all my friends. Without you all, I wouldn't have to mental strength to keep on walking.

Life is hard, life is tough. Life will leave you down in the dirt and dust, but, that doesn't mean you shouldn't stand back up. Together, we will make it through the tough times. I will personally hold you, as we hide. Hide. Hide from the terror and hate. Together we will make ourselves a more beautiful kind of fate. If you can't get back up on your feet, I will carry you. Through the storms, through rain, and sunny days too. I will still be holding you. I will go down every path you go through. Wonder why? I love you. From the bottom of my heart. How could I look at a friend, with their day gloomy and dark, and not try to help them? No one deserves pain. Their lives will not die while no one cared. Whether it be one or many. Their voices will be heard

Everyday its the same. Waking up to the same hideous face, having to keep yourself straight as you go up and face your inner demons and see your true fate. But.. you still smile. You smile through it all, walking on thorns for a mile, or having to tearing down brick walls. What is it that gives you the capability to still smile? Why doesn't it bother you that you lie there, broken, bleeding, hated?
its because I know that it doesn't matter how much pain you have to go through. Just smile. make it all change. You don't solve anything, just by only wanting to let your body hang. Hang by the bloody ropes you tied into a noose. You might be solving one thing to yourself, but you didn't do anything for anyone else. Its because smiling is beautiful. Who wants to kill something so beautiful..?

My cell is 253 327 5012

Today I register at this new odd site. I'm not a furry nor a drawerrrrr but it's cool to find new things, isn't it???

- Joseph Greyhawk