open mind /closed wounds
I want people to succeed
this isnt how you bloom.
you need statistics and goals
blankets & open roads
lumps in your throat
skin off knuckles...composite notebooks full of poems...musings
lots of youngins callin themselves Gods
but their in an old testament fog
Im chilling with prostitutes,liars & theives...calling myself love...ready to be flogged...reaching
In my eyes you've seen the last, lost the plugs
junkies have pasts...sometimes even futures but
boy oh boy
if I could only remain sober with consistiency...then there wouldnt be these feelings of inadequacies
I promised I would clean up, seeming broken hearted
watching dave hit the vein with the needled was how it started
or maybe Calvas apartment...he said: "but your an artist"
I guess I shouldnt be seeing this as my farthest
further as I travel
meanings unravel...all the answers lead to questions
they all have diffrent babble
same goals ////// never loose hope
but all these pills are just as bad as ropes
on my walk earlier today...I think about 3
I stopped and I talked to a man under a tree
in his 90 years he says,he never made money doing any one thing
but he was always happy...now these sunburnt arms in the quiet hours of early evening loose feeling
another beautiful day & yet it all still seems so fleeting...
maybe hes right
making myself happy is all that I can really dream..."when did you stop thinking like a loser"...