Baby lets skip town…
Baby lets skip town and see things we never saw before
And do things we’ll never do again
A place where no one at all keeps score
And knowing a friend of a friend is how we’ll get in
Baby we’re going…
Baby we’re going and I’m full of fright
We might get lost and never make it
Quiet down, the wolves hunt at night,
And a promise is a promise, don’t you ever break it
Baby we’re here…
Baby we’re here and I have no clue what to say
Other than things are still a mess
Oh we came all this way
When in all honesty,
we really should have never left
I feel like sometimes life is full of tentacles and these tentacles are commitments that we attach ourselves to over time and throughout our lives. These attachments have the capability to weigh us down eventually. That’s every promise inked in blood, deeper and deeper into the mud you go. That’s not to say that all commitment is terrible, and in fact, some build character and define us. But in the same breath I don’t want to be defined by the things I own on the outside, I want to be defined by everything I hold on the inside. It’s this beautiful gift called memories that really allow me to float when things feel too heavy. Even if I don’t have you, I had you. That’s what really matters. In life you’re supposed to get things right the first time, but more than likely the first time we won’t get things right. Maybe that’s where the idea of G*d comes in. In the mistakes and inherit nature of being human and how mistakes mean death for those we feel lesser than us, even sometimes those that look just like us. G*d can be many things to many people, but the concept of a higher power filling in the gaps to things we can’t fathom, process, or have answers to…
We were family, now we are food
I love you but…
The rent is due and
Rome is falling
And villages pillage
I’m in love.
I don’t know if I’ll get to you in time,
I pray on our future,
while they prey on our past,
memories into memoirs
Please never forget me.
There are so many ways to say I love you,
But what I really wish for is to never lose you
Sick, sad, cold and alone.
I see horrific things when I close my eyes,
But feel at home when you hold me.
Your love is out of this world,
And so are the others.
Photographs frozen in time, I fucked up
If we break up, I’ll build another you
I lie, I can’t.
My soul is tired from crying
Fantasy and fiction
I love you so I put my…
I love you so invested my…
I love you so much…
We are otivated by oney and aterialism the same way dogs are otivated by food, indless ovement, no control
I wonder why we never learned law in school
Algebra and geometry for most kids who just worry about getting an annual raise based on their performance at what’s really just another job, diapers aren’t cheap and I think she’s cheating, I’m not sure
I wonder why they never teach us how to love, or not to divorce at the first sign of problems, why not teach us how to fall out of love too
Why not teach us about managing our money, saving more than you spend, how to be polite to other people and let things go,
They don’t teach us taxes or how to deal with dying from cancer, or how not to die from cancer
That even though u don’t want to, you still have to go
What about buying a car, a house?
12 years of school and when I graduate I don’t have any of the basic fundamentals that are required to be an average adult
Afraid to be who we really are
This is beautiful
This is acceptable
This is the way things are
That’s why you wear a mask and suit to hide the crazy right beneath the surface
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling
Sometimes I feel like I’m floating
I love you
(October 5 2015)
(April 18 2017)
A kiss like this is the essence of existence….
Women like you just need hugs and drugs….
Look at “bullshit” creeping around the corner, I see you…. and I’m going the other way. Always a petition to get my attention, no we can’t be friends, aqquintences or anything of the sort, nothing. I don’t know you, I DONT WANT TO KNOW YOU.
I’ve always been more interested connecting with humans on a more human level, take away the decadence, the extras, the money, the busyness, like Picasso’s theory of the bull, just the essentials of what makes being human….actually human.
I’ve never been less interested in the unnecessary excess baggage some humans fuse their soul with and project into the world. Why is it hard to separate us from our things, or our place in society from our personal beliefs? When did personal opinions become the law of the land. Life for the longest time has been chemistry, but what does that actually mean? What are the basic elements of what it means to be human? Remove ethics, the “what’s innately right or wrong” argument, materialism, convenience and what is left? Has what it means to be a person been so far removed from us because of everything we have diluted our existence with? We worry about Starbucks, the new iPhone and what our coworkers think about us, but what does that even matter? Is worrying about new stuff and validation from others, all life is meant to be? Genuine sentiment in examination … Maybe it’s not about the “what someone did” but maybe it’s the “why someone did” what they did. Maybe justice shouldn’t be how well you can sell your innocence to 12. We are quick to crucify but claim we believe in karma and don’t give karma time to cook. Is there a higher power or is this all happenchance?
(Written-April 13th, 2017)
Sometimes you just have to go with no direction and no plans purely just to wage war against stagnation. Tommorow has always been my problem, because when I get there, there’s always another one as far as I know. Days to weeks, weeks to months, months to etc… You understand. I wasn’t blessed with the gift to be two places at once or see multiple outcomes of different dicisions, I can only see what I did yesterday or yesteryear and then maybe adjust my course ahead after reviewing everything in hindsight. All of us are pilgramiging to death and someone decided to linearly chronograph everything until we get there, perhaps to know if we have enough time to wait at chipotle before we kick the big bucket. Would not knowing an approximate time of how much life you have left with age make you more or less worried? How important is everything? Your friends, your stuff, to know that one day all of those memories you have, you’ll take with you, albeit the photographs and video the random number of years they stay around until they’re forgotten too. Is trying extending your presence on this planet, past your presence, worth the trouble? Maybe life is like the wind, it’s there, you feel it and before you know it, it’s gone until the next wind comes along. How about turning into stars when we die, just to see what we miss after we’re gone. Imagine everyone that died before the cell phone was invited or the holy grail of all inventions this time period, “the internet”. Life can be a big bag of everything and nothing at the same time and even though I ask why all of the time, I’m grateful to be here.
Work harder when today doesn’t bring anything better than yesterday
I think my problem is loving people who don’t love me back
Let’s get really high together, I’ll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours
I’m up right now, I’ll be down again
Beach kids really aren’t that different from street kids
Stare at the same sun sometimes, hope we don’t go blind