the sun no longer shines
where I walk where I walk where I walk
but I cannot turn around from where I'm bound where I'm bound where I am bound!!

I find my self on a slippery *****
going down without a hope
Of  ever catching my-self a breath
Or anyone
ever
throwing me a rope
a rope...A rope...A Ro o o OPE!
there is no hope....NOOooo! NO ,,,,HOPE!!
  these dark days  the wind never blows
upon my back... upon my back
I have to hunker down and fight my way
ev er y step
Towards  those places
where I am bound
TO where I' am bound...because
the sun
no longer shines.....
Where Ever I walk!!!
Dark Days.

I passed the overrated cause
In search of humanities
more basic laws
That opens doors
to all of those
be ...leaving souls
that want to pray
and to do that... with out controls
Long before all time
Eventually
Falls away

As  it is then
we will find
That we all....
...have feet of clay!

No judgments rent  
Not up or down
No false reflections ...of
..what IS   to   be considered
As sacred  hallowed ground

Someday we may...be able
    To ...find a way
and  leave!
all destruction behind

But for the present time-
KING OR PEASANT
all WE HAVE
is
the ground ...we stand upon
As WE ALL a-wait
What is to become OUR fate

in the darkened halls
We  stand  
Where judge meant
will emerge
To demand
an answer WE cannot give
As to how...IT WAS...
... WE chose to live!

Will it be THE RISING SUN
or the flash that marks the end
by the sight of the brightest light
as a signal that WE need ...
...no longer fight?

It will not stop at the doors
Of those who stand on high
Or at the walls
Of seclusion

IT will not pause
Or obey OUR laws
with all their flaws..
...for .as with all things
THIS too will reach... its
final conclusion!

Not will it wait
Allowing US
to   change    our   fate
IT will only BE
What it was  that   we   chose
AS Our Destiny...

..Without
A SINGLE THOUGHT
AS TO HOW IT WAS
that we   FAILED US...
that  WE.... failed....Uusssss!!!!

Today will be that day I decide what's important down deep inside
Nothing in life I've taught myself to do
In the creative sense has been hinged upon accolades or instant gratification nor monetary considerations
If it were to have been so
Then I have worked so hard
way too hard to be this poor
So I say this as my final thoughts
And I am torn as to speak my mind but that would run contrary
To my own expectations of myself because I constantly insist that's wrong to those who believe and say artist should be humble
For how can one be humble if
they are going to create
something out of nothing
before they even start
That's not the seeds that sprouts creative arts
those are the seeds that Sprout doubt
Or maybe it's just a forewarning in case they fail to create
And that's just a roadblock that you've already set up for yourself
So I truly know that even though creation for creation sake is truly well and good
But appreciation has its own affect
Sometimes that part of us that we tend to neglect
So now
I don't need right now
or my entire life the appreciation of others
as much as i create for the
pure joy of seeing
something appear from nothing
As that has a magic all its own

All my adult life I have said
certain things that I believe to be true
You shouldn't have to ask a friend to pay you back what they said they would
especially when they said
and a thank you or apology asked for when owed
Will no longer be of any value when given in that mode
but I'm going to speak what I have so often wondered
As I passed by my own self set roadblocks
How I can get and at a consistent basis the decent amount of reads
And what seems to be to me an almost obscene
Lack of feedback
that would make me demean myself here now now
By asking this question and knowing that once I do I won't want any answers as I feel they won't mean much were I to get a few but I could be wrong
And that's why I am going out this obscure route
Wiping away every track because I walked it knowing
That I wouldn't be coming back




I don't think it's personal I don't think it's a slight I just wanted to point it out to those who may not notice those who are coming along and aren't able to carry their own light. That is a problem I've never had.

I wasn't down in the bottom
Nor was I up somewhere High
I feel no need to race the wind
Or spit into the eye

I have no driving hunger
Nor am I starving for results
I'm no more moved by accolades
Than I am by any vile insults

l could leave right this moment
With no need to even look back
No more purpose or Direction
than a windblown empty paper sack

If I had any emotional connection to anything anywhere or at any time
The line which held that feeble pull
Has now released me from all ties that bind

The shadow that I have often followed
Or was aware of  in my wake
Doesn't seem to be as intrinsically connected
As the power wane's and lights dim accentuating every ache

So that in turn what might once concern
And set on edge some Keen insight
To push the ink through an all consuming link
Driving that need to succeed by saying it just right

Has just become some Tangled mess
Endless threads and those ancient dreads
For if nothing changes the course or flow
Then that sack in directionalless  flight is right in caring not why or when how or where it heads

Who cares if all those words ended up simply scattered
And you are a hollowed-out core nothing more
Defeated and depleted by the knowledge that nothing mattered
If words are heard and only those understood the others we ignore

You know what I mean
understand where I'm coming
from
And you say wow man I can relate
Then tell me my friend
before I end
what's the difference in a morsel
and a crumb

If they all taste the same then they are mundane

Once thought I had it but I let it slip right through the only answer that I had was not even a clue somehow I seem to have found an obscured View
But I'm ....not sure
if there was anything else
that I could do
Put yourself out there
                          let your feelings be known
and if you find yourself still all alone
you'll know you tried
everything...
that you're mind was shown
and it's okay if for a while
If you feel a need to **** and moan.
because...
. there are times it would be ea-si-er
  to charge into the path of a cannons Roar
than go through how  it felt to go through
what you just had.  to   endure
And every time you say the same refrain
about how you will never be sure
If you'll ever put yourself up there
where the air is so thin
if or when
or ever be that same you again
just  remember that it's in
the getting out there
not the victory that gives you a win
You can win
the battle
and still lose the war
they can give you shiny little Metals
but what are they really for
Just something to show others
that you
were willing to go
To those places that we all had ...and know
Will make us stronger if not harder
to ever convince....but
that's how you deal with
the turbulent Waters  and turbulence
times that will show
you what that metal shows others
and that is the way
  for you to find your recompense
you should keep your body loose
and with a wide wide stance
ready to move
with the always unpredictable swellz
Or those  just as unpredictable
waves - of - goodbye
Can just be life making some room
for what can be
the waves
of some new hello