When the wind gets tired my body aches
I feel with so much compassion i feel nothing
i am tired
i feel to the wind
and the wind blows me null
i want to create but the wind blows me tired
i die in the wind
i die in the cross fire
i feel so much that i dull myself
walking tired i try to run
those old dusty friends
the wind blows me in
the wind blows hard on the steep dusty stairs
the deep dusty stairs make me tired with old blown dust
the old blow dust lingers in the stairwells
the stairwells haunt me
the new stairs excite me
let me go up the new stairs
say goodbye to the old ones
i feel. i feel so hard
i feel so hard i feel nothing anymore
i die in my footsteps
but i live in the new ones
let me pretend
let me pretend
i feel i am an old soul
but i know i am a new one
i die in my old footsteps
i arise in my new ones
arise from the ashes of the old phoenix
you are a dignified soul
when i become the new phoenix
start with a new garden
grow yourself out from the ashes
become a new you
you my friend are a worthwhlie soul
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Wandering into obscurity he writes to himself unsure of the paths ahead
Taunted by his own unwritten story he wonders if it's coming to an end
How can the metamorphosis of conscious occur if he is unwilling to place it outside himself?
he wonders if the ***** cracked spaces in his head can be filled with something else
his story isn't over, it's just at a low point.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
Ive been up since midnight, settlin ' my qualms with the moon
Papa in the kitchen cooking. Mama just cant get through
The whiskey aint strong enough but i guess it will have to do
sometimes i feel like cryin' but it still don't **** the pain
i woke up this mornin' just to go back to bed,
good lords got his arms around me and i know he's holdin' me tight
oh the dog is in the kitchen, he's workin' over time.
cooking up all that rough time. Im not sure i can handle it
but i just keep on dancing. I pretend everything is alright
i keep lying to my self. and im workin' overtime.
hope ill keep from falling, but guess ill see it through
The dog is in the kitchen and i hear the storm knocking.
You can call me a dog with out the ally.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
Morning glory Hallelujah
Find me buried deep into ya
The desire's burning
But the frost is turning
i feel it getting closer
That dream, the dream of exposure
Bringing myself out!
Allowing myself out! i WANT TO SCREAM.
to be one. to be free.
to simply mean it when i say - "I’m happy"
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
I was sitting at the corner of hope and wishful thinking when she turned to me and said: “lets face it, there’s a good chance that you will be overeducated and working at Starbucks one day.” I said **** you, puked, and took a long hard pull of the whiskey before driving off into the sunset.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
St. Louis was dreary the day I left. Damp with rain clouds and humid air. It was good though. It hadn’t rained in months. My body lethargic because of the thunderstorm that occurred the night before and a terrified dog I had to comfort in the night. Mixed emotions filled my heart, however excitement filled my soul. As the plane took off I looked out the window and said goodbye to my beloved Midwest. It had treated me well. However, now I was off to begin my new life. Anxious, excited, blissfully unaware, and happy as all hell. What lay ahead of me? Who knows? No one ever said life should be dull. Lets make **** happen.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
Should I wait?
What does the spot light of a timeless glisten mean to a wondering soul?
In what ways can the myth of humans recreate the desired being of lost wondering through the trees?
Can I be there when you come to the grave?
Where does the line wonder throughout the dim roofless patterns that expose the truth?
Into the abyss I crawl with tired cracked lips spewing ***** disillusionment.
Created just some time ago, I fall. I fall into the dark corners of myself. So selfish yet so hopeful. Where are the strings to pull to bring me back?
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
I took the train had a good trip on my way back i met a woman but i drank too much and threw up straight whiskey.
How's that for shitz & giz? HA!
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
I am not human.
I know this because I am a creature.
I know this because creatures lack the power to be human.
I am as dead as a myth of a creature.
I just want some good ******* ****
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Yes, I want to go back to San Francisco
A place where my Skeletons wont tag along.
Tirelessly wondering
I've been up for days
Again with these wine stained cracked lips
My spirit is driven by caffeine
Here I am again in mindless wondering
I attempt to grasp on to a miracle
My hopeless romanticized vision of romance pathetically lingers
Back here in San Francisco
A place where I feel like I belong
Back here in San Francisco
This time my skeletons tagged along
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC