As for tomorrow I am uncertain.
I pray the sun wakes so I may draw back the curtain
However.
If the darkness chooses to stay
May my faith remain close and my demons at bay.
There are few better things in this world than the wind in the trees of some forest in New Mexico. Cuddled up in my poncho, drinking whiskey, laughing real laughter, breathing into my lungs the air of the mountains. Pure. Clean. And untouched by the reality I will have to return to.
The burdens I bear, I call by name
Embellished in loss
Clothed in shame:
Lust
Addiction
Anger
Despair
Eyes wide open to the future
But with an empty stare.
The life I lead reaps self perpetuating pain
I've strayed so far from whence I came
A slave I am and shall remain.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
My afternoons are an empty bottomless pit.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Early morning
5 a m
Feel her coming
She's here again.
She came to say hello
You came to ask why
She came in bright yellow
You came in goodbye
She wants to know
What its like
To hate yourself
Before you fall asleep at night.
She wants to know
What its like
To live amongst the rest
And feel so alone.
She wants to know
What is it like?
And at some point
You will have to answer her.
You will bare it all
You will have to tell her
Why you hate yourself before you fall asleep at night
And why you are so alone
And why you cant stop.
Why you cant stop
Why you cant stop
Why you cant stop
Why cant you stop
Why cant you stop
Why cant you just fucking stop?
Moments of sadness rage and happiness, end up in the text of these writings. My hope is that someone will read these and know that they are not alone, that someone else is feeling what they feel...and if nothing else, maybe stir them in some way. I enjoy deep conversations, consider all perspectives, love nature, and all things tye-dye. Take a look, and don't be afraid to tell me what you think! - The content listed is my own and there are absolutely no replications of any sort unless stated in quotes, with the name of the author.
Coming soon:
Body of Man series From God to Man series
My Ethics:
"Ethics are the fibers from which we are made, some change through the lapsing of years and some do not. Some are for the better, and some are for the worse. Yet one thing is certain: without morals, the souls of man do not exist, we are empty inside." - Moi