Twenty years in the fast lane, speeding
was ecstacy at the time.
Sweet heady bubbles of coke,
buzzing at feeding.
No softeners added, lemon or lime.
My therapy, my medication.

******, my mind on a long vacation.
Knowing this time would
one day arrive.
My restless legs, my tired insides.
My not so central nervous system,
twitching fingers, flickering eyes.
This to me is no surprise.
My therapy, now my reprise.

Peotyr by aKydee.

No rules,
coffee and ******* at midnight,
killing common sense but in my defense,
I’m an uncommon guy and I’m not having kids,

subtracting erratic additives,
adding eccentric adjectives,

and with this we carry on,
where are we at and why would we mourn,
in Petaluma ignore the rumors,
not coming home ‘till 6 in the morn,

sick of the ****,
I need a medic that’s right I said it,
something’s wrong what’s going on,
everyone and everything’s uncut and unedited,
full steam ahead no sedatives,
don’t know who said what,
or why they said it quick,

but I don’t care either way anymore,
‘cause I’ve got no fcks left to give,
told you before,
this is uncut and unedited,

no cares,
no fcks,
no rules,
so what,

know what?

I lost my marbles but got girls by the car full,
plus I’m too fresh to rust but still got a few screws lose,
not a Scrooge Goose or a fat duck,
I’m The Man AKA That Dude,

and I play the Game yeah but I don’t play by the rules,
so I don’t have to choose between engine and caboose,

I’ll take the whole kit and caboodle you boys’re out your noodle,
getting it all all the time in a New York state of mind with a happening aptitude,
half reckless half recluse and add a nothing to lose attitude,
and I know it all looks outta control but don’t worry we’ve got this glued,

sippin’ on gin and juice trippin’ on cid and shrooms shout out to Snoop,

no rules,
coffee and ******* at midnight,
killing common sense but in my defense,
I’m an uncommon guy and I’m not having kids,

subtracting erratic additives,
adding eccentric adjectives,

and with this we carry on,
where are we at and why would we mourn,
in Petaluma ignore the rumors,
not coming home ‘till 6 in the morn…

∆ LaLux ∆

It was like strawberries and champagne.
It was like the taste of sugar when my lips pressed against yours.
It was like the rush of *******.

It was the morning air filled with regret and sorrow.
It was the way you touched me that made me heart race.
It was the look you gave me when you said you wouldn't be back tomorrow.

I like the games, they keep me on my toes.
but i hate the way my heart feels when we are done.
I like the games but they fill me with woes.

It was like strawberries and smoke.
It was the way you asked me my name when we first met.
It was the way i wished you'd just choke.

emotions are high.
I am high.
My life... is low.

I remember the first time I shared a dance with the devil.
We cut lines and spun circles until we couldn’t feel our feet beneath us.
Our bodies so close I felt the sweat beading on her neck.
She fed me venom from her lips,
a searing pain set in my flesh and I lost feeling in my mouth.
I felt a drip and my throat went numb, the energy was electric.

I pulled her in and kissed her harder, our lips so chapped they cracked under pressure;
iron crept to my taste buds but I didn’t care,
we just kept dancing.
The only thing that mattered was that we found comfort in one another’s demons.
Our bodies moving in unison was the closest the world would ever get to magic and I knew I would never be that free again.
Dancing with her gave me a sense of power,
like nothing would ever hurt me, like I could do anything.

She made it okay to feel.

I’d heard of her eyes before our unforgettable encounter;
they were known to diminish the character of a decent man.
Warned not to get involved I naturally did the opposite.
All I could think about was those piercing green eyes.
She had a peculiar smell,
the chemicals in her perfume so prevalent that my eyes watered as it made its home in my nasal cavity.
I knew then that she would change me,
to be frank I didn’t too much mind.

We went on many adventures together,
she was my first choice for music festivals
my only friend on a non-stop flight.
Each time she was with me my heart would tap-dance when I heard hers beat.
I fell further in love when my heart tapped so hard it nearly danced out of my chest.

My energy levels set in a constant high all because of the carelessness that traveled through the sway of her hips.

This woman won control of my emotions,
so much so that I hated who I was without her.
Her embrace was my happy place and I’d be willing to give my life to be wrapped up in hers.
Lost in her I knew I couldn’t live this way much longer,
I had to escape the curves of the white dress.
I hit the pavement.
I noticed the world start to fall the further I got away from her
nothing was as fun as it was before
Life without her is drab, but I’ve got to do what’s necessary to keep myself alive.

She was never good for me.