I find myself sitting in Starbucks, a rare occasion, strictly for the Wi-Fi and not the overrated yet surprising reasonable priced coffee. I look around for some sort of inspiration, starring at my oily keyboard and feeling guilty about the bacon and egg muffin I just ate 12 hours passed an ‘official’ breakfast, and I … Continue reading ToughtsOnNoSubject.
Lake Side. 08|05|18 I let go of another feather, into the winds as if the birds take flight again, as it drifts out into the distance, I let go of the tensions, I’ve created in my mistakes that have taken place due to my incompetence, the stubbornness is a stressful mess, I am trying to … Continue reading LakeSide.
Progress. 02|05|18 Here I am, I can hear the sound of my brain rattling, from days trapped in a space with no captain, just a bunch on monkeys running ramped, through the days we remain here under capture, from the way to make a change, under the reign of tragic habits that we possess from … Continue reading Progress.
Begin 23|12|17. As my hairs growing so is my overall understanding, 27 hidden around the world out on a tangent, 21 left home and never looked back, what i left was no longer part of that present so i spent all that time learning to forget it, didn’t see the need to be held back … Continue reading BeginBeggingBeginning.
A little something River Bigby and myself knocked together over an afternoon in Rishikesh. (AudioInside). OriginalPoemBelow. YouAsked. 1|04|2018 What is it that I wrap, some presents straight from Santa’s sack, an art attack, a conscious crack and some extensive vocab, knows no limits, I don’t joke around, say what what must be said and by … Continue reading WhatYouWant.
Insides 9|12|17 I sing sling shots with no rhythm, to many ciggies punching the lungs that I’ve been blessed with, I should try to quit, though it’s a fucking nightmare, I’ve tried to quit, countless times before, they turned me into an addict, addicted to this shit that doesn’t even matter, that proven to kill … Continue reading LooseRoots.
JustBe. 23|02|18 I feel I need to wright, express my inner being this feeling I call love, I am above, high up in the clouds, in the faint precipitation I feel to shout, out loud rite now and sing, lets love this life and all just be, Just be, Be, Be freedom. Freedom in the … Continue reading JustBe.