Friday night, never doin nothin.
40oz in one hand and searching for somethin
to occupy my time. My mind is expanding 
My spine is planning 
a brand new revolution,
bringing new solutions
as electrocution 
dances through my brain.
It’s plain to see
the pain will be 
worth it wen its over
and I’m sober,
but for now I’m a drover.
Look it up.
Australia will impale ya.
I’m driving introspection,
drawing on reflection,
and drafting a connection. 
Then the bass drop explodes!
I’m taken to a new world.
The atmosphere erodes.
My body lies curled
like a baby 
as I’m hurled 
into a crazy
lady trip.
She dances with me, and I taste
colors like never before.
My mind soars. 
I leave my body on the dance floor
and head out through the back door.
I fly and fly, until I can fly no more.
One pinch to check, two to make sure.
Send me your 
thoughts on a mind wave,
not microwave, a mind wave. 
And never behave or be saved 
by authorities that enslave
the burning stars of today
that play 
dirty beats in their cranium.
Blooming geraniums,
they are vibrant colors in the dark.
The sparks of genius that save us from the land sharks
and bad marks handed out in grade school
by leaders that can’t park 
their being outside the white lines.
We are taught by those that accept the foul beast
as it dines on their weak minds.
They are blind to the blatant facts.
Then they wonder why they’re fat and having heart attacks.
They eat what they’re fed, 
and what they’re fed is worse than rat traps.
They own virtual runner, so why run the real laps?
One day it will collapse,
every empire has its fall,
that’s all, it’s inevitable,
but I resolve
to make it for the long haul,
the long run, the big picture is no fun.
Zoom in to the smaller side scenes,
see what life means, 
chase your life’s dream.
Chase it with Sailor J and start a tight lean.
You might not understand, but you would if you could see what I’ve seen.
A time line so clean,
so perfect, there’s no difference between 
an old fart and preteen
One’s life coming together and rearranging on a big screen.
A first kiss, superb bliss you’ve missed since you were fifteen.
Images flash before you, you’re swept along until you face
a blemish in your existence, a hidden forbidden place.
Where one action would have radically altered your universe.
The time line mocks you, and you sob as the curse
becomes apparent. end sad scene one, then hit reverse.
It plays again and again, you tear your hair and scream as the nightmare gets worse.
Now the scenes flashing and fluttering before your eyes 
show you what could have been, riches, happiness,perfect love, and your cries
feed the endless hunger of a fiend that never dies.
It distorts your perception of reality as it fills your head with lies,
crushing the part of you that has tried
from the onset of this vision to realize
you can never let go unless you accept failure and baptize
your heart in a fire so hot it won first prize
in a swimsuit competition held by frat guys.
That’s how I survived,
and now that I’ve seen all my days in the form of a movie.
Sad times at St. You’ll Never Fit In, billions of rebellions, separations, preparations, deprivation, a born Juvie,
I undersatnd my flaws and I welcome them.
The beast has lost its grip again.
My spirit guides me down this broken path I walk.
I am free to feel as fine as a fifty feathered hawk.
Carefree, not carelessly, I float along,
taking in every beat of the endless song
that emanates from mother nature’s core.
She’s telling me to be the man I was born to be before
those too afraid to feel her love and wisdom unite,
and bring dark misery to a world once full of light.
I’m the prototype, taking flight, prepared to fight the perpetual night
that’s creeping right
before our eyes.
It can’t be right. We’re controlled by fright, so uptight, 
that a soul seeking insight is quite the plight,
a cyst, a malignant tumor that must be pursued, subdued, 
and finally removed.
LET ME BE, LET ME SING, LET ME MAKE, LET ME DANCE!
Don’t tell me I’m gay if I’m wearing girl pants. 
If you don’t like my singing, it’s time you tuned me out.
If u don’t care for what I make, then I would suggest an about
face that is, I didn’t make it for you.
I am the creator, the dreamer, and I love what I drew.