Sometimes I question the definition of art, what does it become when you abolish structure of any sort, what is poetry with no scheme or strict structure? It's an art, the art of pen to paper with raw emotion behind each line uttered softly to yourself as you write, its the feeling of release as you let words flow out of you onto a page. So when I'm asked how to define art I'll smoke my bowl, sip my beer, and light a dart, and preach my philosophy 'definition kills art'

The thought of you with him makes my stomach turn, you left me with nothing but a grim type of feeling; a burn. It would be a lie to say I want this to be easy to hear, maybe im the *******, maybe I need a beer. why with the lies? what do you fear? Preach candor but the mark was never hit, amazing in areas but lacking in wit. It would be a lie to say I never wanted you, but I never wanted this. You cried but didn't reap remorse, give me another excuse or 'reason'; of course. 'You ****** her' she says, you ****** me; lies since may laid out like a web. A love I once had laid to rest, I am not your biggest fan but I wish you the best. I want the one who shed her light on this mess; I'm done with stress, I'm done with the yachts, and I'm over all just done with the sess.

Things I use to do, people I'd like to
meet
Sip myself a brew, I will walk myself a beat
Old pictures I drew, A lamp a book a
seat
Grass with the dew, comfortable in my street
Pill is easy to swallow but It's hard to chew
I want only one thing I only want only you.
You are and will be the one I want to greet
You are my desire my heart and my
treat

Drowning in A fear
Loss of appitite, loss of sleep
A feeling her time with me is near
A hopeless worry
         with no response..
No money no car no beer
Put me to rest than put me to work
A feeling, a fear its clear
A hope Its trifiling,
         hard to pronounce..
probably crazy; worried for nothing
But my heart pounds for fear, dear.
Share A drink, share your stories
Please, love with me share a cheers.
        A love I want to announce..

I was always told money is everything, my response is where have you been, cause here is the thing, bathe in cash but your still lonely, look around and everyone is fake, and phoney, look up only to realize the stars are your only homie. Cash rules everything, but don't let it rule you, they get mad but know it's true, still empty after blowing two bills on shoes. all the money in the world couldn't compare to being with someone real, reply under your breath 'I know how it feels' but it's only to humor me, say I like like the street and assume I'm g, young lost and living in YYC, truth is Im a hopeless romantic who loves poetry.