Don’t…dim….
Looking up at the stars, sitting on my parents’ back porch, we all had dreams, I can’t let let mine get torched.
Looking up at the stars, sitting on my parents’ back porch, we all had dreams, I can’t let let mine get torched.
I never quit working. I work in the dark cause work is light. I tell my work all my problems because it never gives answers i have already. It never edits without me. Doesn’t call me names. I give my work away, because it doesn’t cost me much. In fact i’m indebted. I work hard since life is hard. Death is a soft place, it can wait. But work ain’t love. And love ain’t work. For sure.
Pessimism: You always get more than you expect. :)
So much desire in my thoughts, how did I get here from what I sought, independence was real, what a hinderence is it to be caught, in a web, a cobweb that I should have planned out. Poet listens. Poet writes. Poet takes deep breath.
“Saw a love I used to know, it swallowed me whole, on a day I was out of clean clothes, she sized me up & she said, ‘Honey, how is your head?’, I said, ‘You can’t call me Honey, but Honey, heaven only knows.’” ~ John Mayer
“Life’s A Bitch” by Nas
This is awesome. Style and quality. haha
Today, I heard this song for the first time. Feels like hearing a new song from my favorite artist of all time. Life is good.
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