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Monday, January 31, 2011

Destined for nothing..

Destined for fame
life has to be something more than a name
more like a river
fishes and bitches
twentys and change

Politicians promising change
why do they lie
why do i lie
on a bed of rusty nails
send me to jail
come back as a snail
that traveled along the skiniest trails

i have a tale
but my girl took it with her when she took my hart
now im in the dark
but i love it
but how can one love
when hes only felt love from drugs

intoxication these days is my only occupation
this poem is dedicated to the girl that snatched my heart
and went on a never ending vacation
but i lie to myself
so im steady waitin
trouble is i have no patience

so god, if you exist
can you tell me what type of planet is this
and why do i exist
i need to know before i make an exit
and if my dream is in your vision can you bless this

and when the high starts to fade i make an exit
then i say goodbye till the next trip

FEARLESS

I must not fear.Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.Only I will remain.