No where, to start. Betrayed by all my days that show that pain and life don’t have to be a part of one another. Synonymously combined. I honor us, but I have to accept that Your reality Just confirms all my lies Perception begins at conception Again and again Every moment, every instant Can be…

This is desperation My turn, Backwards, But forward Progression confused So things repeat Now I, Like you, Loneliness, Is introduced. How you stopped the circles? I don’t know But could’ve sworn, We, Had obligations, To keep these rounds, In rotation. You said You’d hang in, no matter The count on bandages But I checked back…

I won’t pick up Won’t hear the messages Won’t read the signs left for my interpretation Excused too much Now I realized Took it all from me What left do I have to compromise With Lifted is the burden Loosened is the confines That left no room for undying love I gave it I found…

Love Fool’s Gold Petty Pity Heavy Jealousy Heart holds pain like Sponge in rain like Memories of sane days that Won’t go way cause Different now it is but Better than it was Now falls down since You’re living just because

Everything Years of the good overshadowing the malice which was Plentiful No hugs at a time that my only solace was in rhymes Credit Is due to the few who convinced me that drugs, may be in the future But as of right now, shouldn’t be my substance in use Eye to eye We saw…

Red wine mixed with sly finds Fine dimes found on high times with Quick hits meaning bliss And your first time not being based on earth signs But who was ready, Willing, Able, Stable enough to control the steering wheel in the firebird of 90 mph ecstasy Next to me, a chick with a good…

Shake me down Rape me down Full blown break me down Take my rights At the height Of this free world’s death flight Burn the clothes, stop my engine Heart and soul, don’t win elections All my fire has been bottled up to keep me from pretending I can make a difference. Little girls subjected…

I saw her Last Try. “I’m sorry” (Silence) “I had to” (Silence) “For you! Please say something, constructive or destructive, to either hold up or knock down my belief that consumption of hope isn’t anything… but enough” Cheesy poetry always got to her. Was thinking maybe that that would get her out of this rut.…

I have… Been through some things. Not a lot, because my fortune doesn’t run out. Not anything big, cause I minimize. I try, to maximize the feeling at the time, Take a shower in the blood you try to scrub off your hands. Let the agony and despair rain over me like light and love…

All I can do is take it lightly that you don’t appreciate the Time and effort I put in to this like a Sheppard from the olden days, the extras from the bible, disciples without rifles. All I can do is pound her head with it so one day she can come back to me…