I'm doing good now
Settled down
With wifi
A phone
A house
A good amount of food
I've stopped smoking
And taken up jogging again
And there is no one on my horizon

But I can't ******* write

Don't think about how it makes you feel
And then use the most powerful words you know to portray it
Don't write a line, then use rhymezone to fit in with your ******* couplets
Don't use the flowery words of dead poets
Thus
Glimmer
Hope
Love
I've seen these rearranged a thousand times
Fruitlessly
Write it how it is
If it is beautiful
Then so will be the thing you write
It is the only way

If you say I sound bitter
Well,
I'm not your baby sitter
I can't tell you that Eden awaits in the clouds
That the perfect one
Is out there
And so forth

We have to sift through the shadows
To find the light my friends

I am ready now
In whichever form you come
To love you truly

That you love me back
Is my only condition
O perfect lover

Whatever the ******* want it to be...
Unless you don't want it to be.

Chaos is my North Star
My god
Because it is only through chaos
That we can burn down the underbrush and weeds
Of old ideas
Old systems
Bureaucracies and impediments
And plant
Hyacinths of truth
But then again
Ask me about all this
When I am 49

I had an outer body experience in a lift
While I was throwing up in the corner
I was suddenly the reporter behind me
Looking at a young Nietzsche
Sick and tormented by Wagner's ring in Bayreuth
But this didnt really happen
Because I imagined the reporters
And I didn't throw up
I was only a bit sick at myself
For seeing this
Going up to the 5th floor
In the lift