Hopping from one open mic to the next as the holidays arrive,You'll meet so many others looking for the same high.Not from a drug.Not from a drink nor attention from anyone!But,A dream.A dream we imagine from the second we open our eyes,To and throughout every hour we're asleep…The kind of high most are too afraid... Continue Reading →
Sporting Good Faith – Day 36, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Limping your way past the wire is vastly superior to,Never making it at all.Whether you're parasitic or a hermit,Recluse,Prying eyes and ears aren't worth bawling over while you crawl,In pain,With so much to lose… Yea,So what if there is no one cheering for you on the sidelines?Life is not a sport!At any second,You might die,And,Get... Continue Reading →
Euphoric Highs – Day 27, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Moments like these,I think about how I quit smoking joints and feel,Powerful,Grateful.More than I ever have before at any point in my life.Makes me feel as if I can,Fly.Do things no other human has done before.But,Still I cry.I cry tears of joy knowing how I'm no longer burning that bridge between,Myself and an inner-child I... Continue Reading →
Attention!
Attention is a hell of a drug!Especially after grabbing a mic around a crowd so desperate to get drunk and high.And I grew tired of it…Watching others surrounding themselves with 1800 bottles while I try to write a hot line?Has me wired in with!Who I really am,Instead of running away from my truths I once... Continue Reading →
High Spiritz
Not much to say when you wake up knowing how lonely your day will be.Nor is there many things for you to do except bring a daydream into reality,My chance for me to sit and conjure a smile through an art defining a life going by unnoticed.And,Does it ever strain my peace of mind?Does it... Continue Reading →
No Melody Is Perfect
So,So high!Smoking all night,Rolling up a tight joint that'll help me float to the sky!It just feels like,It's so right...Why?My,Mind?Will never know while I'm speeding on this highway!Line,By,Line.Until my ladder is tall enough for my entrance into heaven with a rhyme made,To put together what alleviates so much of my pain... A melody.I wouldn't have... Continue Reading →
No Longer Stuck In The Weedz
I am a man of God's word, Not a God of Man's word. Especially, During a time where my demons intend to master! Any control they may have had over me... I've had to break a promise or two while sobering, From past rendezvous I couldn't pass up where I've lowered these, Glittering eyes I... Continue Reading →
High Skiez
Moments like these, I smile wide. Drinking up a few cans while I spew rhymes. I am not ashamed of the struggle I've been given in my life. See, I just make a beat inside of my mind, And just write against my demons line for line. Pound for pound, While I'm boxed in with... Continue Reading →