aristocats

how dusty is this place. i havent been here in a long long while.
maybe our anniversary should be november 26th.
because i find myself a stranger kind of just admiring the place.
there sure is a lot of blood on these walls. holes and everything
but you can settle your nerves enough to sleep tonight.

so much that i haven't told this place.
like about high lining an inside wave at saladita.
or that education is upon me.
or even that my i saw my mom face to face.

but maybe that's why my writing is like the Mohave.

Get

 get some sleep kid....
your lips will blow up...
your sugar demon is flaring

lows and highs happy times and heart pains.

falling too fast...and trying to smoke my way out.

long hair disguise

a sense of utter denial.

i said get some sleep
kid

man....
guy...
what ever you think you are.

dietary nutrition

i cant hide this...it is in plain sight...no wall or stone to navigate....my heart....in a stupid fucking blog.how fucking dumb am i? i missed the joke..or became it all together. i hate walls...and your need for them. let someone else help you build more walls... im busy tearing mine down...and putting their structure into foundations...upon which i will build a dynasty. the worst part is you see it too...the immoral ghosts stuck in situational limbo...three life divorces later..if you saw death coming...would you be less surprised by its gentle touch? more coughing for the coughers.  more caffiene than a coffin.  my life's gas tank is buried past full. now watch me make ground.

blood

maybe it is me....that sends love packin
g....maybe its my
shaking nerves/trembling lips 
breaths like corduroy...skin made of sand paper.
im not one to deny proof....

or to continually

  hint prais
e

Mental tail spin

so here we are again...
the lights are all flashing warning signs
and emergency back up plans are already initiating

the same old same old...professional crash test pilots.
closer the ground approaches.. offering the same  messy ending.

a splatter on a windshield, with wreckage for the scientists to devour.

how i keep waking up in this position....hands clutching the planes steering wheel.
with lives on the line, and futures to be allowed...
your own...
personal...
god..


i dont know.

but im back...spotting my landing...checking the gears....
and hoping the ground is soft.

surfing ///era shift

repeater

An undressed state of mind, and a fitting topic,
short as ever, but still, on I linger.
Ahead in new directions of self worth
and noticing strength in everyday life.
Like lifting your head off your pillow each morning,
small victories painting little pictures that make grand images.
Past the usual sights with their usual conversations,
most of them can't smell the smog from the trees.

Autopilotiers ,
simplicity in its highest regard,
leading to a big bang.

Extinction,
and a new chance for the privileged

A cloud casts a shadow of doubt,
but it's only filled with belief
weightless matter
clouds inside of cages
kind of like books,
with no pages.