Sometimes I sit and wonder
At the joy and plunder in this life
While some are dragged down under
Others are lifted to new heights

It's not like we're even given a choice
The powers that be have their own voice
On the verge of life and death
As time runs out its course

It's hard for you to grasp a clue
When you're being thrown for a loop
Out of nothing that you say
And certainly, nothing that you do

Sometimes it gets hard to count
The reasons aren't important now
On the verge of life and death
There's no way to figure out

Who's to say the time we make
Won't change today from yesterday
Is it circumstance or is it fate
That some stay while others fade away

I've seen them come I've seen them go
Whose next I guess soon enough we'll know
On the verge of life and death
With no way to know who will or won't

The devils in the bottle .
Well if that's so I've been searching forty years it feels and I haven't found that some of a ***** yet.

Probably herd bout my reputation.
Smoke pills coke and I don't mean cola .

I see the yuppies in the bar who admire crazy they buy me a.drink thinking we are friends.
The ***** hits you all the same so.guess its better on anothers  tab.

Real bars are dying being replaced by companies pretending to be bars instead of companies void of any soul.


If your favorite dive is some.yuppie infested family friendly overpriced resteraunt go **** yourself and have a nice day.

Give me  smokey dark local dives with.names like the Brown Derby ,The Thirsty Camel,The Shipwreck Inn,The Purple Onion and Monks .


Those places have character they have bloodshed there ***** dangerous on a good night and perfect.

Corperate America ***** .
Wallmarts on every corner killing the landscape putting the little man in the poor house everything's perfect least.that's what they have you believe

Never swallow ******* that the media feeds .
There's more truth told between old vets down at the legion between beer and smokes .

Its out there still.
Away from the polwish the yuppies so desire .
Where men still get there hands ***** get drunk sleep and repeat .

This is my world the rich stand upon the backs of the poor with there two faced logic ever so quick to preach.

I bleed the past and I love the small places and backroad gems that they would so quickly destroy and replace .

But what do i.know Im just a drunk .

Nothing worth a **** is safe .
Art,Drugs and *** .
All take passion not a timeshare or membership or mini van .

Computers are a drug that's blinded us to human contact breeding hate sitting on your *** talking **** behind a screen name.

Get into a real fight then tell me how great your Twitter war was.
The fools are many so don't add to there a mass of idiots and clubs are for lemmings .

Take a ride let the music and the wind embrace the void.
Breathe life into yourself before you approach that page .

If your real then take up a seat beside me.and I will buy you a drink.

Get off your *** and experience life before some.idiot in a suit destroys that flawed landscape that makes us unique flawed and beautiful in every sense.

See you at the bar .

those fun times we had
quickly turned to memories
like water through our hands
notice time began slipping
and if only we had caught ourselves
then maybe we wouldn't be here
where we are now.

maybe we'd be somewhere completely different
somewhere on the other side where the grass is greener.

When life knocks you down! Stay down play dead, maybe it won't see you.

The color of my madness
Red like the dawn
I strive for perfection
Whatever the cost maybe
Criticism is my reward
Telling all who will hear
Better yourselves
And work hard at it
Forget about what everybody else is doing
Look within your soul
Pill out of you
That which is more comfortable being hidden
that's the real you
stand on it
run with it
Even if its not popular
That's when you'll make it
A true test of endurance
Will you pass
Or will you fail
That is the question

Walking and walking
I turn around and said
To myself. We're am I going "To"
Or coming "from "
Then I realised how far I have come
And how far I will still go.
What a journey I have embarked on
"The journey of life "
A journey where by I know not what lies ahead on my path.
A journey full of trouble,pains,ups and downs, good and bad all in the existence of the human race.

Who are you?
I'm curious to know
You read what I write
As though you care
Didn't know my thoughts
Would generate such a following
I honestly try to convey
What my heart speaks
Listen closely now
And you might just hear my heart beat

When I close my eyes
I see black grass
It taunts and waves
As if to say, why are you here
It rules the darkness
I see shadows of beings
They hide and do not come forth
What are the afraid of
Black grass
The Black grass  manipulates,
time and space
Can't be  here long
Wipe your eyes
And forget what you've seen
Go home, the grass isn't always greener
On the other side