Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Friday, August 3, 2012


New car = Jetta vr6 :-)

Thursday, August 2, 2012

his demise

Incognito in my dark shades
I can't bare to show my green eyes
Bloodshot veins feed into the black hole
I rise
I fall
I stumble back up on my feet again
And each scrape reminds me
I’m here again
My mind reminds me it’s only me again
My spirit slowly melts away
Master of my own mutiny
Inventor of my solitude
Duchess of my privacy
Rationing my creativity
That way when they come for me
I will have something left for imagery
Because the black hole
Near my green eyes
Has replaced all vibrant hopes
With lies
And serene
I compose myself and leave this daydream
With my hands behind my back
I walk with my head down
Behind this clown they call a man
Because of a man they called a clown
An ego bruised before its prime
Time is unnecessary now
Eyes wide shut as they condemn a spirit
That was once so very sound
And serene
Is how he left this world
So different from that from whence he came
A spirit again, once so carefree
Suddenly immensely tame
Leaving the rest
Incoherently mundane
Incognito in my dark shades
I can't bare to show my green eyes
Bloodshot veins feed into the black hole
I rise,
Simply to fall, finally to my demise.

eyes and ears

Eyes closed

Ears open
I can hear them as they prey on my faults
Knocking my legs from under me
I become diseased with a loss of stability
They mock me
Prod me and poke me
Pick my atmosphere apart openly
Seducing me, factiously
As I sit so solemnly
With my eyes closed
And my ears open
Sincerely hoping
Creative masses
Masking me
Continue on
Tempting me
You’ll see
One day these few fools will generate mutiny
Hypothetically speaking,
Murder to the 1st degree
Forging onwards and upwards
Eventually posting over me
While alone I cower
Because everyone else has aborted this feat
Trust me
While we stood so strong for so long
These chumps have climbed all over
While we became the foundation
They became the snowcap on the mountain
So now I sit here
Numbing the pain
With my eyes closed
And my hands over my ears
I wallow in my own remorse for my kind
Waiting for the floor to crumble under them
Waiting in fear

Wednesday, August 1, 2012