“Everybody dies,
                but not everybody lives.”

But how do you tell if,
                you’re living or not?

Everyone knows how,
               being happy feels.

But how do you know,
               If that feeling’s real?

In a moment of perfection how will you react upon realizing that,
               euphoric sensation of nirvana....

Was nothing more than,
               bliss by convience?

The mind will probably go numb,
              most likely go cold inside and wonder;

Death,
              could this be how death feels?

What a terrifying feeling to have been so confident,
              the storm was over.

So confident the sun was peaking through the clouds,
              swore to have even felt it’s warmth.

Oh the eye;
               my hope died in the eye of the storm.

I died in the eye of the storm,
               but was I even alive?

Resurrection I found in her eyes,
               what a time to be alive.

What A euphoria for had I not first died,
               today I would not be so alive.

"Everybody dies but,
               not everybody lives."

Not everybody lives because,
                not everybody dies twice.

I stay in my bedroom.

It's the four of us, sometimes more of us but we stay in my bedroom.

We're laughing, drinking, off note but we're singing.

We're sking, not off slopes but coke has us being,

Naked freely, give the word "******" a new meaning.

Conversations like constellations of naked energy connecting in the darkness.

******* poetry so ****** is the concept.

I'm not real, please don't take ****** out of context.

Druken words from your voice just sounds like love & birds I must confess

I lust for Conversations of naked souls, I lust for con-***.

I lust to remember these nights even more, but that's a long stretch.

Til next time, sincerely, a gone mess.