Sunday, June 29, 2014
Shock absorbers, plush seats, take the feeling out of life, we filter our cigarettes like it's saving our lives. Give me that punch of an unfiltered, hand rolled in my lungs - I feel like I'm living through unmitigated events like rolling down the windows letting the breeze touch my skin . Life passes by and we don't stop to grab it though these memories are all we keep till we pass our last breath. No one wants to feel the pain, the heat, the bumps just give them a drink, drugs some A/C - fuck. Try to avoid her clutches and you'll float by - a zombie walking but not really alive. I like to be happy but the rough parts add a flavor that wakes you sharpens your view. I sit in the pain and sadness, enjoy them too they'll be over before I know it but I'll remember how I grew. Time flits away, dispersing like a cloud of smoke from the lips, it's not waiting, not holding for you it's taken it's bow.
Feel the road, the bumps and the cracks - they make life more full every time you look back.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
Sunlight broke in patches through a thick canopy of leaves
Each branch spreading out reaching as if to grasp the sun
Golden light dancing noislessly on the forest floor though foliage rustled high above
Beneath was Cool, Still and Silent cept for the faint noise of wind caressing the distant leaves
A sacred place unvisited except for woodland fairies who on occasion called
Dancing through the wood, lightly caressing each plant and tree
Sending shivers through the roots, curling up in ecstasy
Each time they danced on the entire forest would cry
"Please come back and play again in the place where the wind never blows"
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Round after round the sauce keeps coming
Knowing I should stop but the waitress is what's intoxicating
Through the fog of cigarette smoke she winks across the bar and I know I'm staying not caring what goes on my card.
Pounding music deafens the volume numbing my mind to the life and decisions from which I'm running.
I don't want to go home or to work tomorrow but they eventually drag me back like a rip current.
I will regret tonight tomorrow but let the moment last
Senses dulled while being over loaded wrap me up like a warm hug.
The last call bell rings out, downing the last shot, scrawling my name then sitting for one last minute draining the lingering drops of the ethereal essence this bar is pouring.
I will regret tonight tomorrow but tomorrow may not come and this gets me by.
The smoke from the last cigarette stubbed out drifts aimlessly into the early morning vanishing as fast as life is passing.
I will regret tonight tomorrow because this feeling cannot last.