Kid

When I was a kid, I use to sit out in my backyard at night and stare at the moon and the stars and the sky. I use to think to myself, “I’m going to go there one day! I can change the world!”. As kids we use to actually think we can change the world like that. A simple dream. A single unwavering unchanging thought. If given the chance to change the world at that moment we would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. Childish dreams running the world. Wouldn’t that be nice? As kids we thought of nothing but simple happy things. But then… we grew up… I grew up. And we lost all those childish dreams. All that energetic ambition… was gone (In a way). And every day we wonder where did it go? We got older…I got older and start to realize that, as the years pass on by, changing the world wasn’t as simple as it was back then. We learn definitions, we learn theories, we break down into a more structured environment of thinking… we break down ourselves. The definition of changing the world becomes survival. We replace our ambitions with more wants than needs. We traded in our childish games and dreams for a poisoned garden of grass and greed to put in our back pockets. We changed our goals into work and labor and called it a profession… I mean there’s nothing wrong with that these days but.. the one’s that pay, we give up a lot of our needs, our dreams, our ambitions, our aspirations just for that paycheck, just to be called a lawyer when I wanted to be an artist, just to be called a doctor when I wanted to be a writer, just to be called an accountant when I know I hated math. Waking up for a paycheck sometimes isn’t worth it. Most times they are…not going to lie. But when we’re older, in the middle of it all, we’ll sit down and wonder “What if?” or “ What happened to that kid who was me?” That kid who use to sit out in his backyard and did nothing but dream. Whatever happened to him? When did he leave? Growing up I gained more freedom but I was given more labels, more mental restrictions. I’m sure everyone can understand that. I lost some of my childish ambition and gained a little bit of adult greed. Can’t be blamed for that right? These days are hard for dreamers. There are the rare few who keep them and make something out of it. I hope to be one of them. Only time will tell. As adults we want give our kids the world and more. And they do. And we believe it. Life just whittles it down a little bit. When I grow old and my time is up, I’ll give my world to my kids and it’s their turn to dream…

The Rebel and The Outlaw

The Rebel and The Outlaw,

She was born to run,

He was bred to fight,

Two strangers,

Who found each other on opposite sides of the train tracks,

The talked,

They ventured,

They held,

They embraced,

The outlaw taught her how to fight,

The rebel taught him how to run,

Two strangers…walking alone together,

Company in loneliness,

Company in Happiness,

He smiled as the sun shined upon her face,

She smiled as his eyes gleamed in the night sky,

They shared stories of old and new, black and blue,

Shared scars of then, the forgetful when,

Two strangers walking similar paths but on parallel lines,

Unsure to ever meet,

Until one day… the Outlaw fought… and the Rebel ran,

Left to fight alone, left to run alone,

How they were again,

Alone,

Just one day, maybe… he’d fight his way back to her,

And she’d find her way back to him,

The Rebel and the The Outlaw,

Cursed souls of their traveler trade,

Forever bound to their soul searching adventures,

Never to know what awaits them upon the horizon of both promise and sorrow,

Happiness waiting at the end of their journeys,

Just not knowing when or who,

This is how the story ends,

At least in hopes that one day it can change,

But until then this needs work,

One shot - Need work...

One shot to forget..
One shot to remember...
One shot for the pain..
Another for the pleasure...
Drowned the sorrows in liquor
Only to have the troubles float to surface..
In hopes for things to be better
Have his heart turned ablaze by sorrow's furnace...
Just one shot more...ever never...more.

The Player

Played till my fingers bleed,

Played till my pain is relieved,

Played till my hunger stops,

Played till my memory rots,

Played till the body is numb,

Played till it was all done,

Always played the part,

Anything to mend this broken heart.

The Credits/ The Follower Leader/ Hosting Jester

WELCOME OH WELCOME!

OH FAITHFUL GUEST!

How are you this evening? Good? Yes! Incredible!

Allow me to introduce my self, I am your wonderful host!

COME COME! Come drink with me! Bathe in the hedonistic and bohemian joys

of just pure utter freedom!

Get drunk, get wasted, get twisted, get high, get fucked up!

I don’t mind just enjoy!

Don’t mind me for I am just a host, an entertainer, a jester…

Nothing more than a jest.

And you are the king OR queen if you do prefer for I have no say.

For I am the unknown lead in this wondrous stage.

The unsung hero of the revolution!

The behind the scenes fool as you all dance around the spotlight!

Crazed and dazed in the fruits of wine and smoke.

Take credit to all that is of me and my offers.

I am nothing more than an observer.

So ENJOY! So if you fall I will be here as always. The Host, The Observer, The Entertainer, The Jester, The Fool.

To be re-written.

The Fallen Atlas

You held up your head so high for so long

With heavy thoughts weighing you down

Eventually you’ll crash and burn

Heavy wears the crown of a king

Who gained the world and lost his soul

Your Heart is broken, Your Mind is shattered

This Atlas Has Fallen.