the best addiction is
alcoholism,
because you can
drown your pain into
the sweet taste
of alcohol,
and forget all
about it.

I really hate
My cell phone and keys
I lose them like they are part of me
Sunglasses, hats
And four wheel drive trucks
I guess I'm afraid of getting stuck
I gather up my materials
As I depart my cave
I get weighed down in my travels
   Like a medicated Sage
But when I arrive
And the weather turns
I'm always ready
With a joint to burn!

I want to be the trees,
the clouds, the stars and the seas
But once or twice I dream of scars
And tonight I wish I am the rain
binding the skies and the earth
two souls that never truly meet

together

harvesting parts from my garden of carnage
farming the darkness of my own catharsis
revealing the marks regarding the tarnish
hitting the target, the heart of the artist

how many times have i died?
to show the "i" that i am inside
nothing to hide, i'm cut open wide
these lines of rhymes are my suicide

embarking on journeys to harness the farthest
charting the course that startles the smartest
imparting a sparkle with scars as a garnish
hitting the target, the heart of the artist