My pen reveals my heart and my soul. That has not changed since 1989.
“Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day, And tell the world that everything’s OK, But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, ‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.”--Johnny Cash
“Scientists talk about dark matter, the invisible, mysterious substance
that occupies the space between stars. Dark matter makes up 99.99
percent of the universe, and they don't know what it is. Well I do. It's
apathy. That's the truth of it; pile together everything we know and
care about in the universe and it will still be nothing more than a tiny
speck in the middle of a vast black ocean of Who Gives a Fuck.”
―
David Wong,
John Dies at the End
“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite
of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not
heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's
indifference.”
times come and go
where the wind around me smells wrong
trying to figure out what I know
forgetting lyrics to my favorite songs
raised in the church
rulebooks laid out open wide
but that stuff is for kids
adulthood teaches the other side
takers get things handed continually
violators get off scot-free
criminals have 60 inch televisions
while war vets struggle to even see
halfway through this life
I look back at a lifetime of trying for others
told what I did is now stupidity
while laziness and victimization still hovers
complaining and asking for more
Nice guys don't get paid
of wisdom, that's indeed a pearl
the way I see things may be naive
but I've never hurt a person in this world
I could take pride in that
if I didn't have hands in my pockets
I feel as if I don't fit here sometimes
maybe should be seated on a rocket
because I can't identify at times
don't know why things are okay
I don't see reason in others' rhymes
too many games I do not play
so I guess I have a lot of growing up to do
hardening and changing as I see things unfold
because I don't want to be seeking truths
while I'm trying to achieve honor as I grow old
To be a replacement
To be that Second choice
Just fitting the the bill
Just Good enough for now
Lifting it up
trying to convince it
as it looks the other way
as it finds more
in what is less
in what is repulsive
throwing my head down
hair in my eyes
on my knees
retching with that knowledge
helpless in the sickness
Tired of exhausting myself
Giving all to getting back half
Disregarded by the child
Daddy, take a bow
It kills and burns to have the weighted wisdom
You're only there because another wouldn't break free
It dries out the tears and fogs up the vision
You're second in line, quite possibly number three
I wish I had enough strength
Overstocked on pride
To face the world alone
I wish I could go forward
No one at the side
There’s a smile that makes me sick a knowing grin worn on many faces I see When does having money make everything one does okay? The filth, the acts, the things they do I guess make them better than me because there’s a bank account that is bigger than mine today? The Patience allotted the sins forgotten the gestures and looks left lying about The acts forgiven the lack of inhibition is given inches of shadow of doubt That’s taken for miles and my head’s down so far down my hair hangs at my side and I don’t want to be along for this ride Where entitlement and abuse is rewarded and nightmares grown in the dark Where gratification and intemperance take priority over the just and the heart because someone has a leg up one way or another I can’t look anymore, can’t breathe I’m beginning to smother.
You can turn a key pull an umbrella on the rain touch glass with a hammer it all turns out the same
dirty games with pain in mind second guessing at the stains don't have to look hard to find nothing has capacity to change
you might lift some sunshine out long enough to dull the pain but please, withdraw all doubt it will always come back to rain
it's that skip in the record the fly in the vaseline filthy anomaly in something beautiful you always wake up from a dream
it will bend to remain a system with a drain same game, different name not a fucking thing's changed
beautiful things turned into weapons without pity by drooling, leering machines with one-track thinking they are handed boarding passes and keys to the city by wealth-impressed drones even as their ship is sinking
It's the same as it's ever been advantage taken with entitlement's grin smiling that filthy cheshire twisted beam but death comes to every one
even slowly rusting machines
don't be surprise when violence comes or retribution taps at your window and door the price you pay when you walk without wisdom making doormats of friends and acquaintances whores
even the slimiest practitioners are given cart blanche and I don't find anything funny when a sentence is finished
