no reason to get out of bed
no need to feel like i’m not dead
no job to occupy my time
no feeling good, just feeling like slime
the paths laid before us
are not marked quite clear
don’t fear going off
the byways laid bare
10-6-10 @10:31 am
you tried your damnedest
to keep me down
everything you knew would work
is what you sent around
you kept me punch drunk for years
with a flurry of lefts and rights
you stole a lot of my…
9-25-10 @10:05pm
i need a mother fuckin job
i’m startin to feel like
a no good slob
i’ve earned my keep all my life
now i’m forced to tax
my soon to be wife
for all that i need to ge…
it seems sometimes we try, only to fail
and sometimes our struggling is to no avail
it takes tenacity and guts to get one’s self swung
far enough to be able to reach life’s next rung
i flew into your waiting arms
and to your healing heart
you received me with all you are
and together we would start
9-17-10 @8:30am
write like the wind, loud and strong, send the words off to some faraway ocean to fill the sails of souls that need a push to make it home.
write like the breeze, soft and sweet, so a…
true love can bring to a life.
i found a red bubble
of fresh air on the net
and breathed again
and started to get/but all in all i don’t think
i could find any other site
with the kind of support
that helped make it alright
devoid of light
to guide the lovelorn
sailor home
or help write the
beach borne
romantic tome
a patriot never sticks their head in the sand
or thinks they can soar far above land
they will never blindly follow the lead
of someone installed by the power of greed
a patriot knows the true hardships …
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how much more are we expected to take
while we make life easier for scumbags’ sake
in my take on this thing called life
you get NO RIGHTS if you cause others strife
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