In anything there's a reset  in logic and I had hit mine long ago.
In a summers rain and a passing vice the ******* of past had long since worn from my liking.
the road ahead was uncertain  but like any new journey anything was better than what I was currently in.

Dream are like bad apples to many decay the batch .
To many vices burnt out my thoughts and now a return to me was long overdue.
She wondered in silence as we feuded in verse.  

As empty as the city's church bells on a homeless point of view.
Hollow are words when action is what you need.
No more words will bind me to what it is you seem to never grasp.

Alone isn't a flaw when alone is all you ever wanted to be.

I guess I'm growing to old for the game .
Neon lights worn lines it all just reads the same.
My hearts upon the sleeve the bottle forever in hand.
The times have changed no longer are my words in demand.

You ask for forgiveness I know it's not within the cards my dear.
Played the scenarios out now it's just another victim of ego I fear.

We ask of other what we can never ask of ourselves.
Broken lies and ******* common are the half truths.
Collecting dust like books on long forgotten shelves.

Take this in vain and shoot it as you will.
Your misery brings me pleasure together this innocence we will ****.
Maybe we destroy only to rebuild maybe we destroy for the sake of seeing it burn.

All I know is tomorrows a burden when only for what was do you
continually yearn.

My dear you are shades, degrees of the person never meant to be whole.
Tragedy is then regrets cast stones long sense that the demise in the darkness of the river's bed.

Can you take to wing what was never meant fly?
Embrace the man you never truly knew.
From have heard conversations and bedside confessions my dear does the night still hold true the way I never held you.

Can we erase this simply redesign it to her own liking?
Bury your head in the pillow lose yourself within pleasures only to mask it in half heard desires.

I give you this and nothing more dead skin under nail, souvenir of what never was.
Sometimes we make it more than it ever truly could be, paint the picture that never capture the flaws.

When to stained-glass views blind vision is my true reprise.
Will you answer that call?

He talked about his conquests as we sat hiding from the heat and every other ******* in between.
I'm a ******* gunslinger!

He exclaimed  drunk from to many beers and his own backward *******.
Well I said in a deadpan voice with your sparkling personality my friend you dam sure better hope that ******* never jams up on you.

There's never a truly relaxing place in the shade .
Sometimes I believe a ego was a dangerous as a loaded gun .
For a ******* seemed only to commit verbal suicide with every ******* line that spewed from his mouth.

I loathed a idiot when I was simply trying to catch a buzz.
Then he bought me a round and I thought well he's not totally void of a good quality .

Log in and lose all sense of what and who you  truly are.
I see the ******* numbers and even  more egotistical statements from people I would consider more typist than writers.

A child with the understanding how to play the game and cheat the system .
I see your trending yet again because your fake ID reposted your newest crap fest while others seem to avoid your work like ***** on the floor of a frat house party.

Ego you have my friend.
Talent for bullshitting well in check.

But as for the page your a child who stares at the ocean scared shitless from the shore .
It must be fantastic being the greatest swimmer never to set foot in the pool.

This write is dedicated to a certain poet who if I mentioned .
Well his ego would just tell him hey at least someone's paying attention.

Your trending yet again and at the end of the day .
When you step away from the comp your just a ******* with a overinflated ego and some fake *** numbers .

And if are paths ever cross you may ask.
Hey aren't you?
And my only reply will be .

Yes I will take fries with that.


         Fin

I viewed the crowd a mad scene of people all determined to grasp what the other didn't have the **** the fix the I have it you don't mentality thrived on insane logic these days .

Bodies broken on the sidelines crushed dreams and the fury of the battle led men to become wolves the carcass cleaned showed only the victory of are savage design.

People pushed clawed killed even in the name of this madness I truly did despise .

Merry Christmas .

And a happy  mind **** to you all.

I watched as the other's fell to weakness and thrived upon  my own.
The monsters know better to mire in my  depths hell is a grand illusion of many who follow my path.
Are we not destined for nothing or simply nothing was all we were to begin with?

Trace these lines for I enjoy the stolen thought of many shared so empty as with you.

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 .

I have given  to whim but never to you.
Broken promises flawed no mystery to solve care for this clue.
When you pass do they all seem to care my dear.
In a moonlit courtyard can you cast aside want only to mask it in fear.

Take me to heart or simply take me to bed.
Chase the shadows and pillow talk to me everything that flow from
that beautiful empty head.

Walk away and leave me with such a perfect view.
I never knew emptiness until my darling at first I met you.


Keeps me in riddle's lost with her clues.
Torture has never been so sweet muse.

And the price can never justify the ego's drain.
Please just a little bit more sugar would I ever complain.
Lace and stockings sure beats paper cuts and nights alone.
One more round sweetheart some can down play there thrills
but I never found much comfort from a phone.

The party for two beats the one that end's up passed out on the floor.
Why keep it horizontal when we can cling to the rafters or just get up against the door.

Shift my gears without ever popping the clutch .
Wild women and whiskey darling are just part of my DNA call it my emotional crutch.

Bent over the jukebox is a sight from you sugar that truly could inspire the blues .
Wild as the wind so sweet and wrong in everyway  write my epitaph
Here's one last toast to you forever my muse.

She thought about him for a moment still she turned off those emotions as easily as a contract killer puts a bullet between some dumbs ******* eyes.

She said I love like a snake slithers across the floor.
How moths are so very drawn to deaths final flame.

I have walked many miles been invisible to others and ran circles around those who never knew a fool can find more luck without trying than some pompous *** with a degree.

The surrounding clocks all kept perfect time the old man always made sure of that.
Why did he care what did it truly matter .
Once he worked in a repair shop the clocks there always were slow .
Time dragged on where now the day was gone far to fast now
time was his and his days were short.

Nobody can cling to anything worth while so leave it empty .
Your heart .
Your thoughts  
Your very soul should remain vacant so none will ever want a single thing from you.

I am empty in all but my own words and I simply give those away before they are erased by time.

We think to much when were young .
Then speak far to less believing we are no longer worth the time.

Three clocks were in the room he died in.
They kept perfect time .

There's no answer to rejection simply a goodbye in a lost sense.
The desert at night haunts the soul as past faces burden are existence.

No one ever left unscathed.
The battle was simply over before it began.

May all the hateful cast ******* sleep well knowing nothing and thinking they understand it all just the same.

Why fight the truth when it isn't if no ones concern to begin with.

Linda how we shared the burden now a glass half empty wood suit me just the same.

No need to reply .
The answer lay crippled upon the wall just the same.

Better luck next time kid.

The highway knows no stranger as the emptiness understands the pain.

Breathe for you are still alive.