lively music breaks out
from the stage
a friend of mine (Daniel)
his band is playing


the night is hot
to spite the frigid weather


from start of the next set
the crowd's a wreck
many rode hard
now wet with sweat

a female vocalist lit up the scene
with a sonic scream
bodies were flailing around
she kept wailing out


the war rages on
until early morn
everyone screaming and jumping
all passengers caught up in storm


having been transported now
[to a land far away]
for most of the night

i'm feeling ragged
[worn out]
but still pretty high

sometimes you land on the Major,
sometimes you live in the Depressive
my life's in the Disorder,
... where now all hopes have drifted.

{What did you do?}

You listened to me read.
You played a song for me.
You opened me up,

you made a heart in a box think it could breathe.

buried in my room , sinking deeper under cover
my mind closes down and the thought of the door (that **** door)
gets farther and harder, and farther away...

a breaker blows. (power out)

i sit up. still can't make the door,
but now I'm writing

I Must Get out of this Room .  

-worst case scenarios / stuck in my head-

(having not slept last night, i was determined today would be different)

I get up, then change my mind about a hundred times regarding a shower
...and try ...and try,  to just make it out the door
I drank a beer, smoked a whole pack, and took my Abilify by four..

[still feeling somehow trapped with no escape
                                     ... by that **** door]

straying off a drum beaten path
magic wonder awakens gleefully
a night alive with music
rhythmic blood pumping sounds that carry me
unalone / unafraid / safe / moving winds spinning freely
-comfortable company-

walking the street hours
he walks the streets in silence
in twilight moments

of quiet chaos
his head so full of shadows
that his waking stays

his mind rambles on  
when your head lay fast asleep
and you have enough

death is at his side
he'll find rest throughout the day
awaiting next move

find places to lay
your concerns are not the same
with darkness looming

A news reporter from Dallas interviewing about the new parking spots.
Talks of war and military combat training with men who know a lot.
The sun is shining along the sidewalk in front of the courthouse square.
A lazy day lending hints of spring soon coming is in the air.
The bell in the tower across the street chimes,
telling me i've one more hour before work and i go back inside.