Why do people thrive on the anger red hot boiling the blood rushes to your face and calls your adrenaline to come play ?
they live for drama .
make messes of lives trying to eradicate any good feelings so the only thing that can coexist is us against them .
but it’s not us against them it’s we in the world.
nothings going to get better unless we stand as a divided front.
Against those who seek to destroy our nature.
I don’t get offended by how many people don’t read my work when I see what it is they do pay attention too.
so I have a heartfelt thanks to those who take their moments to get lost my work
and my world
because it’s everything I am and everything i stand for and you have to stand for something
or like the rest you’re going to fall for everything
you’ll be like the cattle told which way to go and how to get there .
where not to go and where to stand when to sleep went to breath.
That’s not us.
It’s not who we are.
Natural born renegades fending of the throws of addictions to technology, drugs, drama,processed shit.
We are the strong searching out an original authentic life.
Trying to find our place here and redefine our place on the timeline
I woke to the sounds of the morning The alarm quakes me into day and I hit the ground dancing.
Engaged in routine grasping bits of chores satisfying my mounting list a lil. If I could just have one more hour or a few more hands.
Finding my place in the world I’m not ever free again and it scares the shit out of me.
Again and again I am separated from my art by this heroin epidemic and I don’t dance with this devil. I change diapers and care for so many kids.
Everyone around you suffers the greatest of consequences while you get high.
Our minds, body and soul needs the truth not the addiction fed lies you try and serve with convincing eyes.
Do you believe yourself?
There is an epidemic of epic proportions out there. It’s t’s complying with the order of cease and destroy.it is still successful at killing if it doesn’t kill the host it shreds them of their dignity and dreams. Holding their life hostage terrorizing families.
I wish I had some great holistic advice. But I don’t other than wake up and stop fucking doing highly processed shot that’s killing you. ( I was going to put in the name of the drug but really any processed shit will kill you)
I am sick of unnecessary death and dying and not being able to do anything to help except pick up the pieces. Today I feel so tired. I just want everyone to do the right thing for themselves, their families and their community.look at the big picture envision the future and choose life
My eyes are swollen shut
tears are all but rendered
sick of losing those that I love
to junk and addiction
where time holds no value
no morals or family matter
misconseption and deceit
are a way of life
what I have been through
don ‘t exsist
nothing I say will fix it
the faces I see are
those crying from skinned knee’s
not the face of death
from needles injection
the gods eye he made me
still hangs in my window
I pray as he pays
I can’t touch her soul….
No, she’ll never know
Just how her glitter glows.
How she’s shined in my eyes.
The rays of hope
she sang sweet songs,
notions and tones,
an aura beyond her heart
All my life I looked up to you.
When the stars lose their shine
my dreams are shattered
My misconception is all that mattered
Where do I look for inspiration?
When mysteries weigh over talent
Who will concur my fantasy?
Why do we play in deceptions field?
I Wanna reach out and hold you free.
Cure your pain, heal your soul with of touch of my hand
I thought you were my love~ a strong independent woman
Your strength in words never went unheard.
My heart aches ,please stop teasing fate
You can hold your own
I can’t touch your sou.l
If there was any way I could help her now
Make her see
The beauty inside
She’s crying alone.
I can’t help her now
Master past and present pain.
Realities are sometimes so far away
on the dark side.
Envying her strength in song
I can’t help her now
all grown up and on her own.
She is crying lonely in the dark
white doves captured her mind
her loves flying high.
She can’t see where she’s going
Its so strange, bells on a dove
I’ve been through that phase, helpless substance
An easy way down
Beyond an existence of a vision
Keeping my head towards the clouds
Letting the rain wash away the pain
Like tears falling from our eyes
Always in disguise
Running with pride
Like a gypsy woman
Without a trace of disgrace