Stirring the pot,Was a burial plot,While I was smoking a lot,Of what I never needed in a life full of murkier spots,I've been busy trying to make a painting out of,Instead of choosing to rot,Inside of a self-made prison created by dirtier thoughts,Washing away with every tear that I drop,In good faith… I know I... Continue Reading →
The Pot Is Boiling – Day 2, Again
Irresponsible beyond belief I have been,Knowing how others admired my clarity.I thought I could roll a joint from time to time,As I unwind with a certified dyme!But,I've paid the price for many tragedies… Glass homes shattering as I lay beneath it's roof collapsing!From every cry for help I've shouted,For hours,Each passing night.Losing hold of a... Continue Reading →