‘17 ‘18 ‘19 Twas supposed to be the year That I no longer lived in fear But it’s more complex than that And the solutions are simple So why must I relive all the pitfalls? To ascend beyond The coffee is

The master takes many forms I am you you are me You have my sincere apology I am no better Down to the letter Demons take many forms Alcohol, drugs, and self-righteousness A rabid ego takes control of

I've seen what humans will do to other humans for dollars Why should I think you're any different I am not as weak as you perceive me to be I'll ditch you and flee to reality You cannot help those who

What really matters? It's not your politics. It's not what you do to put a roof over your head. It's not that you live in a car or a trailer. It's not that you simply cannot afford a car or a trailer.

To inspire may be the most noble of causes To embrace creation in an era that promotes destruction Is most certainly courageous I salute you And I hope that you shall rest in peace I may not have known

At the Gates of Saint Peter This is not at all what I wanted. The immensity of this shell, But I must in confidence move on from this point. And try to do better Try to be better We are all divine beings

Searching for the steps I haven’t taken Can’t help but think how I’ve been mistaken As much as I want to start life anew My subconscious knows all that I’ve been through But then I can see it’s not really

My world is not a world at all They’re waiting for you to fall Bereft of meaning The world is bleeding My life is not a life at all They love to see you fall But only if you’re hurt And care about your

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to

Lessons learned Bridges burned Never learned Only yearned For solace Induced the fray But free today Ask myself why It all went awry I know too well I was in hell Descending further every day Convinced

I was told not to write when I was “messed up.” I was told a lot of things Which I had to ignore Which I had to abhor None of this is real. Or is it? None of this is a big deal. Exquisite. Depravity or

You want to blame a figurehead WWIII we're all dead You must look within instead Regardless of the fear and dread The key the answer lies within Don't rely on their definition Humanity herded into this

I can see in my mind A place that I would like to find I can see in my past My life shattering like glass I have come from nothing I have returned It is myself I have burned I’ve taken a fall into the

When moving up is the same as giving up I’m stuck in topsy-turvy world And I’m beginning to wonder if there ever was a way out I’ve let far too much amass in my subconscious Catharsis is imminent I have

I only answer to infinity Not a soul out there can limit me I walk through nature I notice the symmetry And the entropic beauty You cannot subdue me I am not freed I am no slave I just am I have no need

I the fallen one I have regressed to progress I have absorbed all the stress Eaten in excess And now I’m on Slim Fast Freedom is my goal Slavery is consensus reality I philosophize every day To no avail

Glass desert Approaching Unfathomable Impossible to deter? Detrimental Counterproductive Death’s head Starting over Nuclear winter I Can’t erase Apocalypse Armageddon From the Akashic Record I can’t control

You are the one that allows my escape. I must stand next to you my lovely lake. I make it to you almost ev’ry week. One of a kind you know you are unique. I care not for the fermented grape vine. The way

Scattered Fear is the illusion That feeds the delusion Creating the confusion Ordo Ab Chao The depth of the deception Has shaped the election And the intervention Instead of ascension To own the pie and

Memories I used Sparks Notes in college. I’ve alienated most of my friends. I’ve mostly stopped talking to people. Unless my lips should remain sealed. I have never said the right thing. My joy is always