This is my chance to test
my abilities.
Drunken apologies.
Hung out on rose beads.
A forced ***** counter culture to

counter culture to

counter culture to

counter culture.

Decipher these words.
To show the world my isolated talents.
A fragmentation of  myself.
The way war is the rawest form of humanity.

At a crossroads of
bright city lights
and
gazing at the stars.
Clockwork ***.
A thousand beautiful diseases.
Words that knew what changes was.
Between reality and insanity.
Concealed.
Like an unfinished book.

Lets tell this never ending story.
Shoot first
And ask questions later.

We spend half our lives,
wishing the other half away.
Can I live?
If my mind is at ease, I’m not.
I just want to be a poet.
And these are my thoughts.
Spilled out into ink.
This is how I chase my dreams.

But don’t worry.
The best is yet to come.