I get most of my inspiration to write through the experiences that I have been through, of course, I feel that if your not using your own knowledge or experiences than your not writing. These are 3 poems, or songs really so do not mind the grammar I just forgot the notes. I was probably intoxicated or high, sorry, but it is the truth, I use to usually only write on bad days to vent and now I cannot stop. Better than drinking I suppose, and much more effective. The first is a song I wrote for my late Uncle Tom, who was also one of my best friends, a great man that died of a broken heart. Everyone thinks it was the Cancer, but I knew bettter.

The second is from a moment where, well, I could not stand the sight of anyone. Booze is the Devil’s water  and sometimes we use it to shower. I’m pretty sure you will get it.

The third one is a compilation of my deepest thoughts and questions. Enjoy!

Please.

TOM’S SONG

Needful things are painful memories

We can never tend to let them fade

Still we seem to cry

When familiar faces look alive

Lover’s that left

While we go to death

Don’t let it be in vain

Sow your seed

Make amends of things

And live on

Sold the farm

Bought a house

Now there’s nothing left to remember better days

So before memory fades

And beauty dissipates

I’ll get a glimpse of how it should’ve been

Forever just the same

He said

“Hurry get a hint just a pinch then take a sprint headed the other way”

Don’t let time catcha

At least not in a court case

Never slow at your race

Watch your back but death’ll still getcha

BE LOW

I could call you friend

I could call you entertainer

I could call you when

I’m ready to begin

To let it all end

Your pushin on me wind

Picture how I’m feeling

A monstrous whirlwind

Couldn’t lift me up

So don’t you try

I want to be low

Hold myself here

Below my threshold

I just want to be low

I could call it quits

But just a bit around the bend