Look back upon yourself
What have you done?
Who are you?
How do you compare to the rest?
Do shining lights thrust upon you?
Do people scream your name?
Greatness is not you
Continue readingLook back upon yourself
What have you done?
Who are you?
How do you compare to the rest?
Do shining lights thrust upon you?
Do people scream your name?
Greatness is not you
Continue readingWhat is this innate feeling
How do I decide What path I choose
Every path makes more and more sense
But every path makes
Less sense
I do not know what to think
Continue readingWho decides what matters
And what doesn’t
Who’s the God
Whos the judgment
Who’s
the one
What matters in this life that didn’t matter in the last
Continue readingHemingway went to paris
I want to do that
But I can’t
The picturesque views
The drinking
The writing
The absurd notion that if I go to Paris It will make me a better writer
It won’t probably
But I still want to go
It seems fun
Maybe I will be a better writer
But I’ll never know.
There’s a whiskey
I don’t know what it’s called
It’s dark
They’re all dark
he ambiance of the room
Heads my soul
Resonates with me
‘Till there’s nothin left
Behind the bar
Drink aftare drink, spirit
Continue readingThe breath is all that holds
Two minute intervals
That’s it.
The body and mind connected
As one
Synapsis and agreements on body movements
Two minutes away now
Start again
Again, Again
A new eternity with each passing breathe
Mind and body connect
Devil never stood a chance
You’re stronger than you know
Rise as you will
Fall as it will happen
All that matters
is that you rise again
Take the path
of most resistance
And break through
Shiny moving objects
Reflective in there own eyes
What do they see?
What do they see?
Myself in a mirror
What have I become
Who is the monster?
Head down, day
Head up. night
Who is the monster
Go away
Go away
Glass shows who we really are?
Can I be that
Who do I want to be?
Alone agian
In a world of sex crazed lunatics
I don’t see the use
In my room
No one home
Go out?
Stay in?
Blondes and burettes
Waiting for me
No, abs and sun tans
Nightlife
Parties, sex, drugs
I want to be a part of it
In this bland world there are sex crazed maniacs
Why not me?
The night fades
I am alone
Blackout
Breakdown
Soft carpet on my face
I can’t feel a thing
Throw up my guts
Lay there
Lay there
Get back up
What will it be today
Productive or lazy? Who really cares
What good is it being either?
Hours pass
Day to night, night to day
Tomorrow
The next, and the next, and the next
Soft carpet, I cannot feel you