SOME OLD SCHOOL RANTS

I wrote this while watching Fear and Loathing at Caves one night....

I left tonight looking for revenge
When I arrived I heard Johnny’s voice in a mythical cloud and he was laughing
Liquid orange
Drowning my taste buds of all kinds of flavor
I am stuck on a line, a sentence composed of words that are lost or not meant to be shared
Why do people expect something spectacular from others?
If all you have is all you can give, who determines what is enough?

An open letter to the SandMan....during one of my insomnia spells....this one lasted 3 weeks.

Mister Man,

God I haven’t written in months!!! I drank tonight hoping that it would knock out the insomnia monster lurking in my brain. I have become a robot dancing on borrowed pages and no matter what I do, sleep finds no welcome mat here. Tell me something new…tell me something beautiful. Just PLEASE don’t borrow some poor man’s wisdom just to impress me. Silence is far more comforting than you mimicking a freshly painted wall waiting to watch dry. A dripping faucet is better company. God am I the pot calling the kettle black!! My eyes are black balls weighing my head down….I need to sleep!!!!



I don't remember when I wrote this....I use to have it on my Myspace....

I love the way rain smells
I love the way pain can sometimes hurt so good
I love the way she greets me at the door with her starving cry of damn woman why haven’t you fed me today
I love the fact that my bed is just the center piece to my room and that is it
I love who I am and that I want to be more
I love open windows
Fake smiles and pretend lovers
Lovers that come in like the tide
Wash away
Wash away
I love the fact that I should be sleeping
Should be dreaming
Of a house
Of a mysterious man
I’m not so complex you see, it’s easy, you just need to ask the right questions.

I'm done for the day