when
it
comes
to
lighting smokes,
I gotta dig Bic

what's it about?

the daily grind

evolving one day

at a time

and sacrifices

large and small

to leave my legend

standing tall

not quite divine,

exonerated

and failure is not

tolerated

stay out of my way

I'm here to grab

the things they said I couldn't have

I've learned a little
that was enough to make me
appreciate dogs

so
juicy
that I had
to wash both my elbows

I see the picture, but
the sound's not playing
I see your lips move, but
don't hear what you're saying

because I'm not here

I'm over there,
somewhere,
sitting in a chair,
in a meadow
watching the weeds grow

I'm up there,
in that tree,
with only my company

I'm down here,
in this cave
with only myself
to save

I watch the picture
but there's still no sound
I watch you mouth for words
but none comes out

speeding round the curves

flying over the hills

my ***** went in my stomach,

I spilled some beer,

when we had to slow down

for that tractor

with a plow attachment

interrupted

was about to take a ****

be it half full

or half empty,

fill it with

whatever

makes you happy


or pour some out

for whoever makes

you

h a p p y


just be sure to save

a little for yourself

her eyes plucked chords

on my heartstrings

and my soul sang the chorus,

but I never bothered to write the words down

our birth came as the shadows

of everything loomed

where the leaves would bleed colors

of the life they once knew

sometimes, I'll still smoke
out of a **** soda can
just to remind me

guess it all started
exactly a year ago
with my Instagram

I faked what I saw
just the simple asanas
like handstands and planks

but before too long
I realized the potential
for getting stronger

went from there to apps
High-Intensity workouts
designed for building

I was skeptical,
but in a few weeks I saw
a bit of a change

found new appetite
and a lot more energy
in every morning

but I soon got sore
so it was back to the 'gram
for a solution

found meditation
along with a bunch of quotes
that got me started

and next thing I knew,
it all became natural
headphones really helped

fully invested
I went all in, went *****-deep
and got rewarded

and I stopped posting
didn't matter anymore
I was addicted

work once avoided
became opportunities
to become stronger

for an hour a day
at the very least, I trained
even on off-days

for 20 minutes
I also meditated
to relax myself

I found contentment
and although i'm sore as hell,
I'm way happier

at twenty seven,
I have reached the very peak
and i'm still climbing

money,
love,
power,
fame

everybody is looking
for something

people come and go
leaving impressions behind
but does it matter?

my confidence fading
my ego is bruised
so please excuse me
while I lick my wounds

the words flow in chunks
like bad milk from a gallon
right into your cup

losing layers

shedding skin

I'm

dying to be born again

it's said if you ain't first, you're last,
so I keep going 'til I crash
then wake the morning with a grin
to burn through all that **** again

I never wake up feeling good
but reason why is understood
although I know it brings me pain
i'm not complete if I don't train

sadly, I'm sadder
in this moment than I was
just moments ago

traversing the fog
these colors look so vivid
in this smog I breathe

"that's not good for you"
I protested, as I puffed
on my cigarette

your age, your title
all these cease to matter when
we shed the casing

raindrops crash across the tin roof

while her mouth issues sweet, soothing music

and the cars pass slowly

in an old notebook
I found something disturbing
on every page

cutest little claws,
soft fur, softer purr, and sweet
sandpaper kisses

a quiet room,
a calming light
is all I really need
to write

a couple tokes
to ease the mind
it helps the words
flow out, I find

and my poems reek
of desperation
when I can't find
the inspiration
can't just turn it
on and off
or sometimes I'd just
make it stop

oh, and uhh,
yeah

a couple tokes,
to ease the mind
to force my work
is crap, I find

but most importantly

a calming room,
a calming light
is all I really need
to write

I learned my limits
now I'm learning how to bend
so I can break them

I

had

to

do

a

double-take,

and I still

don't know which way to go

spark*
t h e
f
l
a
m
e

and

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n                              
h                      
a            
l      
e
the essence

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a n d   t h a t   w h i c h
n o   l o n g e r
s e r v e s   y o u

on the interwebs wanking

and looking for ***

you might get some love

if you put down the tech

I have been people-watching

and the things I observed,

have left me much more

than a little disturbed

our future is doomed

as the youth of our nation

lack basic skills,

like communication

clean their cars out

for Facebook

'cos they think that the world

gives a **** how their face looks

and they want their neighbors,

friends to see

their perfect,

plastic "family"

took a lot

of searching,

but

I

think

I

finally found

myself

she ignites a compassion
in me that burns
like the literal sun
as I do in her

but this is only
Supernova on the surface
the union runs deeper
than the furthest reaches
of the blue dark

and as it ebbs and flows
with the moon
a lot of its' secrets
remain yet uncovered

I wake up every morning
and try to be fruitful
do something, say something
try to be useful
but I realize at the end of the day
that I’m just filling time
with these meaningless things

I play games,
I write things,
exercise,
get some sleep

feel the burn,
toss and turn,
then I rinse and repeat

and if, for some reason
I didn’t get up
then it’d all be the same
‘cos no one gives a ****

my love says I need help,
and that ****** me off
‘cos I know there’s no pill
that can make this all stop

when you have no desire
too tired to live
those antidepressants
aren’t gonna do ****

in a world where everyone
is trying to get ahead,
make their family proud,
and their neighbors jealous

i'm just trying to feel useful,
like if I was to die tomorrow
I'd be missed,
and not replaced within a week

surround myself with what I love
but sometimes it all gets too much
and when it does, I sneak up here
and all my problems disappear

upstairs I sneak a couple tokes
and send my worries up in smoke
or play guitar a little bit
and step away from all that ****

I'm not hurt and I'm not hating
but sometimes people drive me crazy
I need to take a step away
sometimes, I swear, I'm gonna break

but all my problems disappear
whenever I can sneak up here
just for awhile, to meditate
so I can keep my thinking straight

God is the rabbit
the dogs chase, and when they stop,
Satan, the excuse

I don't train so hard
because I hate myself, but
rather out of love

have you ever heard it?

shallow,

rapid,

weak

have you ever felt it?

fleeting,

rattling,

in the chest

have you ever seen it?

nodding,

into the blankness

of the void

no

pulse,

so life-less, yet,

oddly,

peaceful

I

enjoy

a

good

feast

now

and then,

but it's gotta be

quality

...

no gas station sushi for me

Apocalypse!
impending doom!
don't save your cash!
it's coming fast!

consume!
consume!
consume!

you might get something
if you put a price on it
but it won't be love

wrapped in a blanket
with all that I care about
and nothing to do

drawn to the light like a moth to the flame
my body's spent, but not my brain
this herb has got me too relaxed
I think I'll have a cigarette

what defines its worth?
because personally, I've seen a lot
of lazy, shiftless excuses for a statement
get the highest honors,
while my precious children
starve alone in the cold

there's times when everything I want in life
is right there, next to you

the gentle rise and fall of your breath,
the sturdy rhythm of your heartbeat

is heaven to me

you chose me as your Champion,
and it is an honor,
to honor you