(2015)
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The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy
I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.
And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,
Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.
Inner burst of joy– from a caffeine fix– The modern day call to action. I do not stand, I sit for miles and transfixed on the
I thought of the right words. Sitting on a stool, ready to take my laundry from out of the dryer. My vision is accosted by a
You’ve got to bleed life and be able to write it with a grip in your hand that knows no limit, clenching 'til the roots
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.
Stardust in the mind, I contemplate in exact answers, precise manners, for the fulfillment of a question that beckons forgiveness.
On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak
There was a joke I was going to write, a really good joke, but I have forgotten it. A shame, now all that’s left is the television blaring in front of me, sounds of “The Price is Right”...
Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne… became battered reminders of accos… that threw itself on my near-awake… Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel…
The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred
The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu… My friends and I are celebrated i…