Once it was so fucking easy to connect.
We drifted as stranger's.
And now I a relic.
Stands part of something long forgotten.
Fueled by ego now drown in rejection they all leave you eventually.
Friends are nothing more than accidents waiting to happen I need only the critic to tell me I'm wrong to know something still is done right.
A theater of my thoughts tattered in a part of town long since overlooked by others stands all the same as I still remain.
My pages worn beaten exist with as much passion as they did so long ago.
Fruits of my labor now rotten none wish to consume.
Fuck what you know!
For even I cannot understand whom I truly am.
Trace the lines there still mine just the same .
I listened to the fools laughter at my expense thinking I have lost what we never choose to behold.
The sleeping dog simply waits for the chase worth while than runs to
do something simply to spend time.
I never left I simply waited .
Time choses the fate and I simply fill in the blanks.
And in between the changes she moved a ghost to only haunt my wants .
To deny the needs and linger in such a tormented pleasure the poison leaves only the lust.
In between rounds the music's backdrop faded as thought's of sharks and pricks of all sort simply lingered for the kill and the prey was clear.
She held the keys and I simply admired the view in between drinks .
A good dancer moves with the music and a true one owns the moment and makes you forget all the rest.
She could pop the clutch without ever shifting the gears the nights tension was electric and the passion was as real as the false splendor of the buzz.
Nights are a mystery and fuck if her page wasn't worth reading and if not it didn't matter when the mind escapes the wolves .
Never to consider the want fuck the politics!
The race was far better than its finish and the night played far better in my favor standing alone.
In those moments we share and between the emptiness we try in vain to fill the scene of perfection and the silence a pleasure in the hours .
Tonight I viewed the devils outline.
She was a picture the fragment of a fix and the night a backdrop. Summer wasn't all that kept the night hot .
As night was chased to light .
Sometimes its best to never show your cards .
As tomorrow was never my destiny but tonight was are pleasure.
The page tattered has seen its share and the rest is best left a mystery.
It was a hell of a view .
I have searched for you in many things found parts but never the components that existed within the whole of you.
I have searched for you in others , I have searched for you in the bottle .
I have found emptiness in my efforts broken dreams bitter ends I have found rejection that you never allowed me to see within the dream you cast over are existence .
I knew as I awoke this morning the rains symphony cast upon a tin roof would cause me only to reflect .
I remember you without effort you were my evergreen and those are the worst kind of memories for no others can live up to the delusion of what once was .
Together in those moments we lived more than in these years apart .
I remember it all in spite of my efforts to erase every single image of you from my dreams .
How I need that delusion when the silence brings nothing but pain.
I have to say goodbye to you now for the poison of what was is killing the moments I have left .
I realize love was are curse and time will remain the burden.
We were the best of are passion nights with you spoken words though few between in a passion cast serenade .
Would remain hours over simple sentences of others.
I wonder do we stand still somewhere in time if so I do not a more beautiful portrait ever could be painted in red sunsets and a oceans farewell.
The hardest thing I have ever done is closed my thoughts to you.
Goodnight sweetheart .
Maybe somewhere in time we will wake together anew .
I was trapped lured into lie by a clever evil mastermind .
Lost in a strange land locked away in a basement guarded by some twisted hamster on steroids known as a kangaroo.
Sure I had been tricked by evil means by the mastermind known as Helen hey look she told me there was a huge orgy down in the basement with tons of strippers and cocaine who wouldn't fall for that? Duh everyone knows you never let strippers in the good part of your house .
So here I was living in the basement like some sad nerd who probably posts on a web site everyday thinking they are totally awesome cause they have five hundred followers when in reality they'd be lucky if they had even one human friend in real life.
I was talking about one of those star wars nerd sites cause everyone knows I'd never bash a site like Hello that is ruled by a evil cult leader who moved to the states after collecting money under guise to help the site when in reality it was for his sex change .
Yeah Id never pick on someone like that .
Frankly I'm hurt you'd think that I'm kidding and as long as I'm breathing I will always be your favorite ruthless bastard slash hooker with a heart of gold.
I sat there in my new cell wondering just what the hell I was to do all the while kangaroo jack kept his beady little eyes locked onto me .
Yeah I knew he was sitting there mentally undressing me with his eyes I felt so naked course id probably feel better if I actually put some clothes on.
Duh who wears clothes at a orgy dumbass?
Had I known this was all a lure I would have kept my clothes on and kept my trusty rape whistle and not got into this mess to begin with.
I was ready to scream for help when all the sudden I herd a sound .
Muffled as it was still I herd it the kangaroo hopped as it approached me oh dear lord man I was far to fragile to be assaulted by this weird ass overgrown rat .
The sound was so strange it sounded like the men at work song land from down under but where the fuck was it coming from!
The Kangaroo was getting far to close it leaned over into my face and being a true man I did what any other true man would do.
Began to cry and beg this fucked up gerbil not to rape me.
Answer the fucking phone mate.
It said to me as I was stunned .
Hey asshole answer the fucking phone .
It said again incase your to high or didn't read it the first time .
You fucking talk and what fucking phone I asked trying to hold back the tears let me tell you these animals were known killers they were like Canadians on crack with incredibly strong legs yeah imagine what nickel back could do with powers like these those heartless bastards would be unstoppable .
I was lost naked and afraid minus the camera crew and some dirty chick who smelled really bad and bitched at me for not having great hunting skills why not call that show what millions of people wearing clothes call it .
Marriage yeah now there's some scary shit!
Look shit for brains snap out of hit .
The kangaroo said as it kicked me upside the head .
Answer the fucking phone so we can get on with this story you dipshit.
I swear those kangaroos really had a mouth on them who knew such cute looking standing rabbit could be such a asshole.
Okay so where the hells the phone and never kick me again you got it!?
I have no clue where your furry foots been.
Up your grandmas ass mate and where else would I keep my phone in my fucking pouch .
Look You can insult me how ever you like Gerbil but I'm not putting my hand in that pouch besides that is the oldest trick in the book you know how many times I fell for that with grandpa ?
This steroid fed mouse asked as it looked at me like all other people and some who read this might think.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Yeah that's a whole other write in itself .
Answer the fucking phone in my pouch now asshole!
Umm no .
Why not ?
Cause I don't want to .
Look you prick if I had long enough arms I would do it but I cant okay
you know how fucked up it is to have arms this short now you know why the T Rex was the most pissed off dinosaur of them all .
Yeah I had to admit my new friend slash captor had a point imagine being a total badass that cant jerk off boy that's some fucked up shit but enough with the foreplay hamsters.
After some back and fourth debate I against great protest reached in this hopping asshole's pouch and found a cell phone .
Well Gonzo how you like your new digs mate?
I knew that voice anywhere .
My friend turned evil super villain explained to me her evil plan to keep me hostage and force me to co write for eternity in this basement guarded twenty four seven by Ursula her trained evil kangaroo henchwoman .
It was clear all hope was lost how could I ever escape the clutches of such twisted evil?
Then it occurred to me I would simply bust the window in the basement and get the fuck out of here .
I had to act fast cause it's almost happy hour at the bar kids and this hamster is thirsty.
Hey Ursula I really got to use the bathroom .
Well go ahead mate the toilets in the corner .
Yeah but you know I really like my privacy you know I mean I tell you those burritos are really talking back if you know what I mean but hey if you can stand the smell be my guest I mean sure the oder alone will strip the paint off the walls but I'm sure after you pass out from the fumes you will be fine.
Fine you stupid bastard just make it quick Ursula said as she bounced her grouchy ass upstairs .
It was my only shot and thank God they had left a trusty boomerang around so I could bust the window to make my escape its almost like it was planned that way being I'm writing the story.
No shit Sherlock!
I was free as a bird if a bird had a really bad drinking problem and twisted sense of humor and was totally naked .
I looked to the front gates but there was no way I could escape that way barbwire and flesh didn't mix that well besides without there draw bridge down the crocodiles would eat me alive yeah these Aussies were total freaks .
So like some naked ninja I made my way around Helens Compound of evil making my way upstairs I slipped into a room in hopes of finding just where my clothes had been taken to.
Hey help me .
I herd a mans voice say as I flipped on the light to find a horrific scene a strange man chained to the wall no wonder this evil woman was such a prolific writer .
Hey mate help me please get me out of here .
I knew this woman was evil but after some deep discussion I learned this poor man trapped in this upstairs sex dungeon was secretly her husband I know how weird who has there sex dungeon upstairs ?
I don't know what I'm going to do I'm never getting out of here Gonz .
I unchained my knew friend after he told me he knew how to find a way out of here and after finding my clothes and grabbing my trusty case of bourbon we put on some music caught a killer buzz and totally forgot why we were trying to escape the clutches of evil to begin with.
The party was great we laughed we cried we watched some really freaky homemade movies once only made me love my knew Aussie brother more Shawn was fucking awesome a bit of a freak but fucking awesome.
The party was going full swing when the doors few open and there she was my evil long lost sister Helen and her demented ass evil henchwoman slash house pet kangaroo Ursula who although a animal had some great legs I have to admit .
The gigs up Gonz it's off to the basement with you forever !
I looked at my new best friend thought about how sad he was when I found him and thought of the great times we could have roaming the wasteland looking for gasoline like in mad max just being totally drunk instead.
Yeah then Helen yelled in her outside voice inside and bout made me piss myself so I said fuck this and left my brother behind and hauled ass
I made it to the kitchen but was trapped by Helen and her evil sexy minion .
Give it up Gonz Helen said .
At that moment I grabbed a knife .
Oh cut the crap Gonz stop being silly what are you going to do with that ?
She thought she had me but I had one last trick up my sleeve .
I opened the fridge and grabbed her trusty box of wine
You bastard don't you dare hurt my baby!
Yeah you want this back I said as walked forward and out of the kitchen towards the veranda .
You get back Helen or I swear the box of wine gets it.
Oh yeah you stab that box then I will drop this fifth of your bourbon over the rail Helen said with that devilish look in her eyes.
You heartless bitch !
She dropped the bottle I swear it cried daddy as it fell to the ground shattering to a million pieces on the concreate beside the pool wow I had to admit she really had a nice place.
I mean sure she was twisted evil heartless had a awesome husband she kept in a upstairs sex dungeon but enough about Helens good quality's .
I looked as my pour bottle lay shattered upon the floor .
I laughed you know that wasn't my only bottle .
I know that mate then reached to Ursula grabbing yet another bottle from her pouch dam you Australia why must you have so many fucked up animals in one place its like a zoo on crack.
Helen went to drop yet another bottle over the rail when I cracked.
I will put your box of wine down just don't hurt the bottle okay .
Deal mate Helen replied .
We both slowly put are true passions in life down .
I'm glad you could see things my way Gonz now time for you to get writing .
Yeah Helen I don't think so I said pulling the trusty boomerang from a location I rather not disclose hey I been to prison before you be surprised the stuff people smuggle in.
Dam that hurt.!
I threw the boomerang with all my might this was my one truly last chance at getting out of here.
But like some Aussie ninja Helen just ducked the thing as it flew past her head went flying around the house and turned direction coming straight towards me hitting me in the skull.
As I fell to my death music played as I took that long dramatic one story fall .
I hit the pavement like Lindsey Lohans career.
I laid there broken my new best friend speaking to me no gonz don't leave me we could have are own spinoff if only you didn't die .
Shawn my brother I will never forget you but I have just one last thing to say to you are you listening .
Yes mate I am.
And at that moment of dire sadness I ripped the biggest fart .
Shawn busted up laughing as above Helen looked at Ursula
Men are so fucking disgusting .
And later as they all sat looking down upon me from the veranda Helen furious at her man slaves betrayal told her partner in crime slash killer kangaroo .
Ursula go fetch the battery out of the car and the nipple clamps someone is going to be punished .
Shawn's face lit up with joy yay he exclaimed .
Helen shoot him a look .
I mean oh no such horror please don't torture me mistress .
But hey don't judge them there not freaks there Australian.
Ursula shook her head as she made her way to fetch the car battery .
Jesus Christ why couldn't I have been Mel Gibson's pet.
Helen looked down one last time at her dead brothers body .
But to her surprise he was gone .
The dramatic Halloween music played as Shawn looked to his evil temptress slash wife .
Mistress was that the boogeyman?
She slapped the shit outta him fuck no its just that lovable perverted misspelling prick across the water everyone calls Gonzo.
She shook her head and laughed to herself .
We will meet again my friend .
Until next time kids or Helen finds and actually kills
me stay crazy.
I remember the ocean the sound no man could write and only we shared .
Drinks to wash away with the tide .
We spoke of things we knew could never be and the road was destined to curve sooner or later it seems .
My delusions and your body so perfectly laid out upon the sand and flawless setting sun the fire of imaginations and the passions of are drunken desires.
She was everything I needed and nothing to make me stay .
Maybe it's the moments like pictures scattered out across a dirty floor that allows us to linger or maybe I'm just another sentimental drunk like so many before .
I view you in that painting often in my minds gallery now more than ever as time has passed us by .
As wicked pleasures drove us and sounds like dreams simply were carried off into the dunes .
The most bitter wine can seem sweetest to lips now parched from the long search for the oasis.
And I have worn my miles like shoe leather now clearly on display upon my face .
That picture stands a watermark of happiness I seldom know now .
A postcard of a place I could never find again.
We all are haunted in some way my dear.
I wonder ?
Does that picture within your thoughts linger just the same ?
The magic doesn't exist between the sheets or is herd in the sounds of a drunken night whatever it was it has surely died.
Long since been taken away with the tide and I like so many others simply pick the bones of the greats clean.
In hopes to capture the essence I simply repackage the old lines as something new burning the candle at both ends existing a reject of today and a connection of what never was .
I am the bum in the street.
The fool in the cell drunk out his mind yearning only to howl at the moon to hear the sounds of my own madness .
I'm the burnout ,I'm the drunk who is all to happy to be left alone I need no shelter the storm is a friendly reminder .
The chaos lets me know I'm alive .
The burn kicks me in the ass and pushes me to another high I never needed the scene for I find company a burden and my own demons guide me for better than any you may know .
The candles flame cast shadows but never blinds the few who understand the battle for what it is.
The junks all the same just new names and the same train wreck.
The arrogance of youth cant touch the heat of the bitter old fool.
The ice in the glass and one last call to remind me it's fade until the next.
I may me be a throw back to another time .
But a slurred voices words still my own hold there weight .
Trends and tricks styles suited to please are best left to the clowns who seek acceptance from the page .
Sometimes you just have to stagger a bit to know your alive.
A American Madman's Farwell
I was fried from the scene in LA the lights the fake women with the perfect smiles and quick to jump in bed mentalities that if thinking you were a casting director were all to eager to sell there souls .
The were twisted insane drug addicts maybe that's why I had grown to feel at home amongst them and there demented ways.
I had grown numb to the excess the high quality drugs and all night binges .
My mornings were like rising from the dead more agony than pleasure
I found even now to arise from the crypt it took far more than a stiff drink and a good fuck I had to dam near summon a voodoo priestess to bring me back to the living good thing even the masters of the occult all desired to be famous and were already here .
Everyone was after the fast track that quick fix and I was just after yet another story.
I was just another snake in the garden all to eager to take advantage of the first opportunity to strike the innocent then leave them with a expensive habit and some cab fair in the morning .
I sat there as I do now ice in glass bottle on the table frustrated in need of something more one last adventure was on the horizon .
And my sights were set on the land down under .
Were the heat and mystery surrounded my thoughts where the page could breathe and my thoughts could take flight one last time .
I sat there a addict in need of another fix one that only a finally dose of adrenaline and adventure could curb my desires .
My choice was made long before my bags were packed.
and few lines and some stiff drinks were all I desired to see this road to its end .
I paid my bill packed my shit and was ready to be lost .
L.A. was a mistake always willing to happen and a new Atlantis destined to be at the bottom of the sea .
I was buckled in and blown out of my mind as the 747 blasted from tarmac bound for escape pointed towards the sky .
I was higher than Jesus and bound for a story that would be far beyond the depths of my own madness .
Sir would you like a drink ?
The stewardess asked me when we were stable within the clouds.
You can fill in the blank when it comes to my reply .
Just make sure it's a double .
Please fasten your belts ladies and gentlemen the madness will begin shortly .
See you soon Gonz