It takes strength to have a life; when your trapped, out of breath it's a fight to survive. Struggling within… A daily fight to fit in. When we struggle to see through the lights, yet all we see is lightning strikes. It's that fear in us of never being a part of something, as it all falls down upon us...crashing. Your life, your world so debilitating, can’t think or sleep, you just stop living. There is a strength in us we can not see. When we find it, let it set us free..."
Unplug my father's new scooter Dust from tiny tires I follow distant Smiles of good times past Memories of learning to ride a bike I look down at the legless frog Thoughts of joy and sorrow I won't tell him
Sometimes i feel like writing erotica. Other times i feel like writing my daily accounts of my personal reality. As of now my mind is dealing with a sickness. A sickness where there is no escape. No way out. Only the so called cowards way out. So instead of snapping and going full throttle into the point of no return. I slowly destroy my innards. I slowly kill what lives within this shell of a human being. Some will understand what i am talking about. Others will not. That's ok. I would hope no one ever has to go through the...
I watch the warmth of full seduction Crave such a connection so complete Two poets with head and heart connected no deceit is even remotely detected Evidence of synergy found in a shared write the vestiges of desire’s consensual delight
As his serenade takes her breath away with shards of my heart I can do no more then turn away
Grew up the youngest of three blooming brothers Spreading my petals everywhere I went but trouble kept getting my petals stuck because of my Oldest brother's problems But now my petals are holding because of this frenzy shit the goverments/spooks created I am tired of this and me being my Oldest Brother's Keeper So plesse let my petals go do Their blooming
Then I’m told I’m going back to the city from which I came
I won’t miss the place
you always think it’s hard letting go of things, but it’s not
it’s the easiest thing to do if you’ve got enough money in the bank and a little time left
nights out in Playa del Rey, getting drunk and stoned, watching a lady chiropractor massage the fascia out of a bleached blonde bodybuilder, on the verge of sleep after 4 drinks and a mini bong rip ...