Some days surround me like an ambush, Military calls in the distance, on these days I’m alone, left to be sacrificed to my unwinding cowardliness, I’m good at separating myself, split like an atom, Wallowing in my own disgust and hiding in shadowy crevasses, Its the things we can’t control that destroy our ranks, the Unknown militia hiding within ourselves, Then to make things worse we abandon logic and dreams and scream in fear, blaming multiple personalities, and misjudging the depth of our own faults. Mistaken or not, I’m trapped in a jungle of mystery, Misfortune gaining ground with each footstep, and with every cracked twig I twitch.
One year ago today we officially started traveling WEST on our road trip to California and back. I miss random places like this one.
Las Vegas, New Mexico.
Absolutely great times.
Viva Las Vegas.
If I live as if the present is the past and you live as if the future is the present then maybe there’s hope for us to find some medium, where it just is. How Ironic it is that I studied history and you event planning. Well I guess that explains the differences. Now how do we explain the similarities?
Sometimes things just fit.
The smell of a rose.
The color of the sky.
The sound of a whisper.
The taste of root beer.
The smoothness of skin.
Just Imagine.
We catch stones with foreign names and see how far we can skip them, I like to inspect each stone, and if it fits, I put it in my pocket, and hope for good luck.
Tethered heroes show no glory,
They wander aimlessly with no story,
Their flawed response to indecent feats,
And disheveled hearts with no heartbeats,
They search their minds for the daily news,
And question their sanity to whisper the blues,
But hopeless hymns will sing their praise,
While defenseless children’s lives are graves. (brave.)
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Shifty grey,
a remarkable catch,
the doc leans over and whispers “wretch”,
a silent mask,
forty seagulls,
you’re missing the hook,
you’re missing the hook.
We’ve all been there
we do things
we let things go
we Carry the weight
we carry The snow
we bury the dead
we cherish the Born
we watch the weight shift
we cry and we mourn
we flee the scene
we take the blame
we understand differences
we understand the same
we flicker
we flow
we flirt
we fight
we lie in bed
and we kiss goodnight.
