I’m just a wandering spirit on my way through the times of life loving the people I find . So when I look up in the sky I see the m walking me when I’m travelling through the dark that they don’t wanna be in so they stand in watch over me in the subconscious . It makes me wonder if I wasn’t alone would I live in a life filled of normalities. Would I still be the torch in my own darkness being a super nova for other. Nothing of what we really do does matter  we make it matter because life is nothing but our own fantasies

My soul yearns for your in the day daytime . When my body won’t buy your ticket to come see me. This soul of mine is always besides your knowing that you are mine. I wake up wondering if I am yours, but I always come to the conclusions of these broken dreams . That you in fact are mine to find. No matter how far you are.

Have you ever liked someone and your all joyous, like there the focal point and then it all comes crashing down Eventually because the energy doesn’t match,so your left with this scar inside of your rib cage that has always been there from past hurts that you grew up with . As you got older you finally started to have crushes,got let down when they didn’t like you back and that’s when that beginning scar started to tear away ,little by little with each crush and relationship that came to an end. That feeling of emptiness inside is something not wanted or desired but it’s there to make you a better person. Have you met and have yet to meet that person that slowly heals that scar, slowly and properly whenever you think of them ,instead of this  thousand pound blade slowly making its way through your chest taking away your breath, instead you are met with this feeling of relief bringing you your next breath is a refreshing notion of appreciation for somebody who you hold close to your heart dearly. It might be love . It might be gratitude . I think that’s the purest form of being thankful ,thankful for letting me be apart of your moments of history . Thank you for sharing memories with me. I reflect on those moments and they heal me gradually.

I tend to keep things that are given to me by women that I grew quite fond of. It’s kind of silly though sometimes I forget about them then one day I open a drawer to the physical embodiment of a forgotten ghost , that jumps clear directly through my soul. Leaving an invisible exit wound that conclaves my chest. I sit for a brief moment with thousands of little memory’s. Some beautiful filled with ecstasy lust and pure wonder , some bittersweet with dashes of lonesomeness for a time I wish I could go back too and talk to you differently. I then continue to wipe away my sorrows bleeding down my cheek and put this ghost away for a day that I cannot foresee

I feel like I'm breathing fire after each and every shot of this London dry gin
His soliloquy of his descent into ****** language and madness accompanied by lucid memories.
Only a genius can play the fool perfectly
This articulate fellow follows his exploits through a drug fuelled expedition
Epic in all of its madness and lascivious undertones
He hears music playing his soul in a opera
And that's why he loves to visit that dark place  with these liqour spirits acting as a bus ticket to the heart of it.

You would think all the training through this summer would have set my mind right
But I am still that lonesome bottle kissing credit card tapping degenerate from before
The times I spent trying with my lucky lady have proven to be nothing but a free trial
Something that could have bought with this love and affection but I  chose to pawn all of my character for a few moments  ashing jlike a cigarette

Thoughts pace back and forth like my institionlized convict friends
Who have nothing on their mind but a jail sentence and a futures year end
Life ain't all rainbows and ponies
But drugs could sure make a young native feel a whole lot of energy
From vibrations with my girl to another chaotic night
That blade is drawn slow and beautifully oh how she sings a melody of the broken hearted dancing on top of cigar smoke

I feel like I'm breathing fire after each and every shot of this London dry gin
His soliloquy of his descent into ****** language and madness accompanied by lucid memories.
Only a genius can play the fool perfectly
This articulate fellow follows his exploits through a drug fuelled expedition
Epic in all of its madness and lascivious undertones
He hears music playing his soul in a opera
And that's why he loves to visit that dark place  with these liqour spirits acting as a bus ticket to the heart of it.

This life is nothing more than a dream I conceived a very long time ago
From the moment I took my first breath I knew in that  frame of time what I was destined to become
I'm Thinking about time in the negative aspect way beyond our common sense of the past
Where is the place we have come from, where is the place we have gone and where is the place where we will be going?

This life is a trip
just took a breath and crawled for  bit then finally took my first steps
grew up into the young man I am today  still wanderihg through this journey called life holding a bus ticket underneath  my tongue
Close my eyes and meditate transport to a place that I swear I should have forgotten about

This life of mine  is nothin but but a ripple in the waters that my ancestors have fished
A continuous cycle where I learn to understand my spirit just a little more every moment that I dwell inside of
This is the life of something created out of nothing

Riddled with the rhythm of a grand piano
My heart physically jumps breaking through my rib cage
As a bird with fancy feathers was never meant to be caged anyways
She lays on my chest like the clouds lounging on top of the sky
She's got me feeling calm and ****** like meeting medusa in the flesh eye to eye
Tranquilized
The tempo to my beating heart could stop and I would not care
Breathing out my last breath knowing In that moment that you were there
Close my eyes watching my spirit dance with yours in a trance of ecstasy
Here's to a new beginning. That I'll cherish forever

Mellifluous.
the way that she spoke was a melody
The melody that would sing with every move that she made
A smile so a addictive and a laugh like a drug
The way her soul spoke to you with out words was intoxicating
The way her pheromones waltz on the inside of your nasal passages
The way she  disappeared from your life with out a formal goodbye...