You fall in a dark hole sometimes
You start to panic and scream

You think your about to die sometimes
You think that no one is near

But if you just take a moment to think
A moment to relax and breath

You will notice the hole will start to shrink
As diamonds and gold fill up under your feet

Coming out
Into the world,
After a sure start
With nowhere to go now
Almost choking
At being an adult
Living life,
As it was laid out
By nature and nurture
Unfazed by my own religion
Or the world outside,
Never talked
To the guy upstairs
But living used to be sacred,
Is now all but sacrilege
If it were always
My plan versus his
I never stood a chance
But there's a sense
Of burdened freedom
Along with a sense
Of joyful realism
To be happy
any chance you get,
A fine ventriloquist
He's got his ways
Makes you admire
The work he does,
While pondering
The meaning of life,
The fine line
Between right and wrong,
Trying to get some
sense of control
Thinking of pulling
One up on my destiny
Of saving my soul
Not selling out
To this facade
Of what we call progress
But maybe I should
Just stay a while
And enjoy this blissful anaesthesia,
Monitored by the man himself.

I wish I could tell you
all the things i want
without getting hurt
or crying

I wish I could express
how devastating it is
to hear those words
from you

I wish I could show you
all the scars i got
from the words
you threw at me

I can't escape

Every year comes less defining.

Deeper roots and with less pining.

Past decisions, cobblestone.

Better think before you sow.

As though living the life itself is not stressful
People expect me to plan my life and every action.

5 years later—
I still wanna be me.
more a listener,
minus anxiety.
5 years later—
I still wanna have a room,
with a big glass window
where I keep my feelings on display
in the highest floor of a skyscraper,
to catch more of sunlight
so I don’t have anymore trouble
to be more opened up.
5 years later—
I wanna read myself better
and be more careless about people.
kids might be an option,
but I still wanna share the bed with my cat.

Its possible to imagine reading this on you tube live,

it can happen, it aint Wutang wu wei woo woo dangle

bait, bait, betcha
ready
betcha did, betcha won and didn't know it,

down to the dimple in the chin, a Haps

pers happenstance of time and chance, all we know

it gets thrown in the mix and out comes

happen,
that's what's happening. Roll the bones.

The lot is cast into the lap, but the whole dis
posing
there
of... the lot, the die, the rolled filipped coing coing cong

{stop} re en state

What was the last co-gent, co-gentle, thought?

Religrelegreligreleg etaoinshrdlu to you. FS.

AH, fightin' words, kettle drums, Tibetan gongs,

Hopi Kokapelli flute,
sweet, a turkey gobbled outside my window

and I laughed, and that did good,
like a medicine.

As a hunter would wait
And watch from far away,
He always knew he have to work silently
To get his hand on his prey,
In the time he would keep
Himself hidden in green,
He would scheme and plan
Before he takes his aim,
Hear and sense, and dont just trust
Be a like hunter and dont fall for bait,
The vicinity is vitiate
Its full of foul intent,
If you don't stay alert you would fall like icarus,
See the world as facade
And keep conscience sharp as blade,
Depict yourself sagacious
And slain judas without lament.