Selfish bitch

I hope karma come back to bite you,
I'm going to be nice to your face, just to spite you,
If I had of known you were so selfish,
I would have known truth, and not even liked you.

What more do you want?, what more can I give?,
you lied through your teeth, you selfish fucking bitch,
I left you with everything, and still you want more,
you lied from the beginning, you greedy selfish whore.

I completely trusted you, and thought you'd have honour,
even when everyone saw selfishness, and for me not to bother,
I put too much faith in women, I'm too fucking naive,
continuously taken advantage of, due to my respect and loyalty.

I won't show my anger to you, I'll just vent through this write,
once my pen stops, you'll be extinct from my life.
Just do what you do, I hope you end up happily,
now suck on this writing,
cause you don't deserve to suck me.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110831

Debated

Astainably, perpetually,
random letters out the pen of stevieb,
what can I say, my mental disease out of control,
I write so loud it'll come out of my kin... so...

...believe, whatever you can see,
disasterly, I'll make you infatuate me,
so lets be stupid,
like an arrow from cupid,
I'll make you feel love,
then I'll make you feel lucid.

So ride with me,
as I share my disease,
you've never seen,
what my pen can bleed.

I have always been, somebody different,
but nobody's ever listened,
to what I say in my words,
even when they glisten.

Reaction, I'm gaining some traction,
as people read about my past,
it's been providing satisfaction.

Derelict, like the vacancy in a drug addicts eyes,
as he sticks,
to the drug that he needs,
like my pen,
the attraction is prolific.

The sensations,
of my past abated,
doing all I can,
but in my head it's debated.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110827

For you

Sabra, your love is a want as well as a need,
it allows me to be me,
someone I've never known as complete.
So keep giving me all that you got,
cause girl, wow, do I ever love you a lot.

I think about you, every single moment,
you turned out to be, my only missing component.
Without you, I never felt like me,
especially the way, I feel sexually.

I was empty until I met you, I had a large empty void,
but you made me happy, like a child with new toys,
I need you forever, you're the last puzzle piece,
allowing me to become, allowing me to be complete.

So absorb my words, for they have all my strength,
each and every one for you, carries a lot of weight.
I love you baby, this you must know,
for you I'd crawl throuth flaming heat,
and the bitter freezing cold.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110827

My graffiti

Only a pen and a paper, is on my wishlist,
my writing comes and goes, just like hit or miss,
but I'll never give up, I'll do what I always did,
I've given up everything else,
but writing I'll never quit.

I feel at home, when I visit the inner city streets,
writing graff with a crew, that doesn't belong to me,
acting as a spotter, as I write with my pen,
but now someone's done,
and its my turn to write with the spray can.

I write love everywhere, all over city streets,
if you happen to notice it, it was probably me.
From Calgary to Halifax, you can see my art,
the law can't even keep, me and my spray cans apart.

But what about your wheatpastes,
thought you were eco friendly,
well ya, but the odd time my cans come with me,
it's like my medication,for my bipolar disease,
a sense of openness, a spiritual release.

Look at the spray, as rust proofing and weather protection,
everything I write, is written with intention.
It doesn't hurt you, and it soothes my soul,
I'm not a vandal, I just wanna feel whole.

So the next time you see graff, try to envision what they're sayin',
it could be inner pain, that the writer is stating.
It could be keeping someone, out of real trouble,
in all reality, the cans allow me to release my feelings,
and get out of my bubble.

So when you see my art, on a wall or train bridge,
have some empathy, and accept it for what it is.
I keep it in areas, that are owned publicly,
I'm in places you might not look,
so my art must be seen specifically.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110827

Happy to be me

Since I met my girl, look how my rhymes have cleaned up,
shit, there's no more swearing, oh man, fuck!
I wrecked it, oh well, I'm allowed to make mistakes,
some of the old me, is still allowed to demonstrate.

I've been changing, and do I ever feel alive,
there's no more hate, scortching through my eyes.
I don't know what I'd do, if it wasn't for you,
probably smashing out walls while crying the blues.

Can you see how much I've changed?,
I don't know how I ever survived that way.
Stabbing myself to deal with the pain,
muscles almost inverted,
clenched so tight with seething hate.

I still have down times, and I still have ups,
I can still harbour pain, and still say I don't give a fuck.
But I'm recognizing the symptoms, and can see with clarity,
for once in my life, I'm happy to be me.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110827

This is now, that was then

I lived my life without a conscience,
woke up when I was young, and somehow lost it,
allowed me to go on a pretty wild ride,
allowed me to live, the darker side of life.

I was responsible for 400 plants of weed,
I associated with people who for a living broke knees,
I've committed armed robberies,
I was a creator of negativity,
all because I didn't care about me.

You love me now, but you wouldn't have back then,
carried a gun, alongside my pen,
I've said it once, and I'll say it again,
my life was filled with complete darkness.
It all shaped me into who I am,
this is now, and that was then.

Hard, like a little stone,
frigid, to the touch I was cold.
I didn't care about you, or anybody else,
the world had screwed me, is how I felt.
Needlessly creating an environment of hatred,
to the next day, I didn't care if I made it.

Constantly living full of rage and hate,
choosing to live in anger every day,
stripped of life, from the onset of birth,
struggled to find my worth, and position on this earth.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110825

Opposites interact

Sitting on my bench,
under this starry pink sky,
reflecting on the love of my life,
who will soon become my wife.

Soaked are my sandals,
from the dew on the grass,
imagining holding hands,
creating beauty,
from what was once barren lands.

Realizing that anything is achievable,
even make believes,
as long as I can see,
the truth in love and honesty,
as we,
kiss the night away,
in pleasure and sensuality.

I believe in hope, I believe in change,
I have more love, each and every day.
My passion grows for the world at large,
ever since,
you infiltrated my heart.

Please understand,
your love has saved this broken man,
I cherish that,
by your side I'll forever stand...
...corrected, like a misspelled word,
my love is pure,
and for you will forever endure.

Forever I'll be indebted,
I couldn't write enough sentences,
trying to express the unexplainable,
causes me to become restless.

In my heart,
I know we'll never be apart,
both lived lives of misery,
but were meant to be together,
from the very start.

For you I have an insatiable appetite,
my morning glory and light,
I would die and come back all over again,
just to prove that you fulfill my life.

A final puzzle piece, creating a mass critical,
the solution to an unsolvable riddle,
we are two polar opposites,
who meet perfectly in the middle.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110827

Re-Imagine

Imagine a world, where everything is fun,
imagine a world, without any guns,
imagine a world, that included everyone,
imagine a world, overflowing with love.

Imagine a world that was full of laughter,
imagine if everything, was happily ever after,
imagine a world, without any violence,
imagine a world, without suppressed silence.

Imagine a world, without any crime,
imagine a world, without any lying,
imagine a world, without any greed,
imagine a world, where no one could cheat.

Imagine enough food, so no one would starve,
imagine life as beautiful, like masterful art,
imagine a world where people make the decisions,
imagine no wars, being fought over religion.

Imagine this can be the reality,
imagine you create, what you believe,
imagine your surroundings are what you perceive,
now realize this can be,
if each person shifts themselves consciously.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110823

Spellbound

Love, central to my core mission,
has a tingling sensation, on my nervous system.
Shorting out my brain, to be completely rewired,
all because of this girl, I lovingly admire.

You've conspired, to put me in this trance,
inspired, to continue to do this cosmic dance,
witchy witchcraft, you've put this spell on me,
I don't think you predicted the effective potency.

Deliverance from evil, that just wasn't enough,
you had to outright overwhelm me with love.
Now you've woke me up, and have my attention,
show me what you've got in store, as your next lesson.
You didn't know I could reflect a spellcast back on you,
abra cadabra, now you feel love sick too ;)

Study your love manual, prepare to be schooled,
because my love is so strong, it breaks all the rules.
Prepare yourself, to be dazed and enchanted,
I too have some spell binding affectionate antics.

Shred the broomstick, you won't need it anymore,
my love is like helium, and I've got plenty stored.
So let's get high, and float away,
my love for you, grows more every day.

So craft up your white magic, and perform your rituals,
I don't need magic, my love for you is habitual.
As I forever cherish your love in which I'm surrounded,
I'll always be grateful, that I was spellbound.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110822