they tell you you'll get better
after you start the pills
but what if
just maybe
you dont want to get better

When I was a boy I fell out the pocket

I fell out the pocket

I dropped down

Left instead to the beats in my head

Which called me ahead to a timeline

Where I prettied up the ambience to the end rhyme

Given a first rate view into the sounds; I drew

Wrote and only knew how I could combine

intertwine and multitudinous vines

of personalized style defined

into my lockstep, rock depth

So do I search for meaning in a land of intrigue

Do I look for a song in the silence, in the air that I breathe?

Or given the choice do I add to the mix?

Given the choice now do I voice that I can add to this rift?

Break open the barricades and give a name to this shift?

Give it a flow, give it a flare, give a decision, commit

Bring it in low, give it a lift, give it a rhythm to drift

Don't give into shiftless insistency, sometimes cadence begs immediacy

Give it a rest, give it a pause, know that some of it hurts

But give it the Barricadence, I think you'll find that it works

for the distance
one travels  
by miles ,
one can travel
1000000x greater
inwards.
The true journey is to the seat of a truthful heart
and beyond.

It is not always..... but i’m working on being quieter... there is so much noise that is not needed in this world.                      I figure if i listen more, not only
will i
allow space

for the world to happen ... but i allow space for myself to disperse-