When Black friday shows, so will the sheep.
And although, they all know their wallets to reap,
they continue to buy
and shout why god oh why
am i broke and getting no sleep?

Heath Ledger,
stand closer,
to me and
James Dean,
like Bruce Lee,
a frailed lean
into death.
and i can't wait..



but i can enjoy
the little things around
and all the nonsense that is bound
to this tedious
ride called life

Hollywood holds still,
as Denver waits it out.
New York's bustling brand names,
create the mindless; a drought.

Now through solitude and certainty,
the public now refound.
The poor now the prized,
the rich once proud.

For these sheep, I pray,
and to these sheep, i write:
Shepherds in herds,
factions the natural light.

To these birds, i write,
And for these birds i pray;
your wings fly high,
but  are  you  brave  enough  to  stay?

And for these you, i pray.
And to this me, i write:
Look for your shepherd
once there's no more light.

40 long days and
40 fine nights.
upholding old ways,
and withstanding rights.
kicked in the face,
given any time and place,
and anyone would hate these *****
phoenix lights at night;

........

cause they're just too bright.
they don't allow us to think..
just look at the nightly might,
and gaze at the glorious dark-white height;

just at where you might be
if you stand by your god, nightly.
and pray and pray until god finally feels lively
from just all the worship immortal life needs
to sustain and shine brightly.
Right, me?
just work for money,
go to church,
and lie about my life findings?

Im so broken, along with our society.