It's like an anxious feeling
That grips you
Where nothing else matters except that moment 
The inability to feel anything else
And your body starts to give up on itself
You forget how to breathe 
Literally 
It's like there is not enough oxygen 
But you're doing all the right motions 
Exhale 
Inhale 
Exhale 
Inhale 
And it speeds up 
Inhale more frequently 
Inhale 
Inhale 
But it's not enough 
Something is not working right 
Inhale!
And then panic sets in 
Why can't you control your own body?
Break out in a cold sweat
The numbness seeps through
Creeps throughout every limb 
Untill you become stiff
Like a corpse
Your chest heaves 
And it's like there is not enough space 
For your heart to expand 
The tunnel of your throat is squeezing tight
And you head is too heavy for your shoulders
White dots blur your vision 
And on one last inhale
It's over

did you hear the one
about the ******
she's had more ****** in her
than a second hand dart board

Did you read what
Tyler Knott Gregson
wrote "Wasted are the
days where the skin
beneath our clothes
doesn't get touched"
she told him. Before
she knew it he fiercely
ripped open the buttons
of her shirt. He took his
hands and touched her
chest freeing all that
was trapped within.
Lips to lips they created
a magical kiss. Skin on
skin they felt the shivers
begin. Body heat filled
the room sweat dripped
like rain slipping off
forest tree leaves. Moans
got louder as they felt the
thrill begin. She said kiss
me over and over to write
fine poetry on my skin we'll
read It together to see if it could
rhyme after we have a glass of red wine ~

As I sit down to write tonight,
I engage a painful sight,
I can't trust this,
Kangaroo courts version of justice,
It just isn't right.
Innocent women and kids,
Losing their life.
There futures so bright,
They could insight,
maybe, if given a fair chance at life,
They could have been the one to write
the amendments, to the bill of rights,
That condemn those who take a life.
And make things right,
Using history's hindsight,
to govern wrong from right
But,
This a is game, not a life.
Such a painful thing,
cuts deeper than a knife.
Wrong or right, crossing the line,
between black or white,
the grey matter, doesn't matter,
If you can afford the bill,
justice gets sacrificed.
All men created equal,
I guess that part comes,
in the after life.
In this unjust life,
if the price is right,
You can take a life,
And bill your rights,
Like a light bill,
the only difference is,
Your taking a life.
Court approved, Hung jury
So it's alright.
Forget,
What's wrong from right,
The guilty, becoming a celebrity, over night.
Get an expensive attorney,
use the law as a mockery,
Then cop a plea, pay a fee,
bargain it from all degrees, and get set free.
All I you need is the right legal team,
And you do it legally.
To handle it judicially, which means
Basically,
Using a system built to protect me-- against me.
setting criminals free, now they're running free,
in our community. Legal mutiny, judging me
a mistaken identity; between the innocent and guilty.

Crane flies in my whiskey
In my good old mountain dew
Every time I take a sip
I swallow quite a few

Now I'm not complainin
About the ones that take a dip
Cos it means that I don't have to cook
Cos with every sip I take I eat a little bit

Problem is those skinny legs
A sticking in my throat
I really should stop camping
And seek a new life on my boat

Now look, I'm I'm not complainin
Cos they taste really great
But if I really had a choice
I'd choose a ribeye steak

He looked at me
From across the way
I smiled because
I couldn’t help it
I was in love with him and
Nothing he said was a lie
I used to think
That love didn’t exist
But then I found out
Love is a beautiful thing
If you truly find it
He told me
He loved me and
For all these years
I was with him.