I was a boy in chains at home
I was a boy upon the road
Years later, I’m still a boy within my head
Trying to let my old dead dreams be fed
The only truth I know;
There was honey in my hair the day I had to go
When sparrows **** the crows and fire starts to snow, I’ll be born that way again.
As a suicidal lover of life I was dreaming with intention, seeing visions of fitting my soul into a pack upon my back
With a hatchback, foodsack and Kerouac my poor rich heart would never lack
Lest all the colours in the world wilted and died like dogs in the dirt

**** the saints with salvation!
**** the gladiators with gasoline!
When truth corrupts a nation
the sick will spit on vaccines!
Do not look to accrue this fruitless pursuit of youth
for the Gods will deny you attention all the same
like a beast of burden whose load has left him lame
you’ll never be pleased until you cease to be a pawn within their game

The neon lights have burned too bright,
my wings have been singed black.
I flew too high and failed to find
all the feelings my heart lacks.
Fleeing all my sweetest demons
in the deepest depths of night
I found faith during my darkest days
and praised my futile fall from flight

Cold coffee goes down too easily;

But only when
your day-to-day
is not estranged
from the truth of pain

Whats a bitter taste
to the feel of rain
within the brain?

The modern poet folds in too frequently;

But only when
the pressing nature
of the truth of life
refuses to use
their trembling bones
like a burning knife,

So lament if others exult in that which you mine
from within the confines of your darkened mind,
if the only light you seem to find
only serves to make you blind.

All unhopeful seekers lie to themselves too easily;

But no one ever said that life would be
true to the sweet bliss of reveries,
even if you feel healed by Satans kiss
do not allow him to twist your wrist,
for even within the deep abyss
you can still defy all those that missed
descending into the long goodnight,
without a fight of drunk delight.

Far better to live a life so brief,
doing all of which you wish to do,
than to live the longest life
but every un-lived dream
you’ve come to rue

Mushrooms and wine
on a rainy day inside
the juxtaposed intwine
to rhythms so divine

The smartphone is a portal
to progress and possessional obsession.
To behold all knowledge of the beauty of the human experience within the palm of your hand, yet to also behold;
brilliant tutorials from false idols on how not to live your life,
that captivate and obliterate all free-folks minds.
Ahh yes, freedom-the fickle *****.
monkey see
monkey do.
The smartphone has brought us closer than ever before
yet, when this little tablet of infinity shows you only what you want to see
(like a mirror to the soul)
pray you keep keen eyes upon your shadow
for even hugs can crush and families feud and through opinions and tribal captivations
we become more divided.
It has made us spend so much time looking down, that we no longer look up;
For it hurts to stare into the light.
Nobody looks into each others eyes anymore for the same reason.

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line