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The travelers confession
Grateful Enforcer,
believe the truth in these words .
My angels get high, and My demons drink heavy
i love the smell of tobacco’ed skin
and I’m affixed with a broken yard,
The ever rolling strife exploding in iris
of my brothers is of the most moving things to me.
Ive seen no shame in such living
Nor Felt no remorse to these choices.
The alabaster etiquette of my chandelier?
A Forty watt divinity .
The beautiful Ways of my people,
sun blessed and thankful .
The lime in my lungs,
A character in smoke .
The passion of the path is one i am
One i learn from ;
one i roar through.
I yowl to it when the miles are jagged and
Praise it when the ways are graceful
Going forward with unknowing ambiance.
But atleast it’s somewhere !
So say other if you will,
but I’m having a time,
and damnit it’s a good one,
Damnit it’s a good one.
to my wild ones
