Something old out of the journal.

In the shadows of our minds

Lays a delerium

We run screaming from our problems

Which are like heavy footed rumplestiltskins

Do we conjure hope in our wakening

For brighter sun?

Or a new scapegoat to run with

I'm unsure

We sleep to forget that the walls are caving

Only to wake up crushed, drowned in truth

We are not unseeing

Our eyes are only closed.

In memory.

Freedom is a way out of skin

A spirit that lives;not dies

You will see him in the sky at night

You will see him in your eyes

Watch the diamonds dot the sky

Feel the wind rush through your hair

Laugh not cry to celebrate

A father who is always there.

Dedicated to John Clint Bryan.

All that Jazz

Come dance with me boy with blues

Under the fake neon light, star night

Warmth like hell entwines us

In a dusty small karoake bar

A misty blue sky covering the night

Right now the only thought I have is you

And you, always

Had to fight for some causes

That only you knew so fuck that

And fuck you and all that jazz and Hassle

I just went through for you

And I no longer know what is true

Or what the fuck to do

So leave it now and put down your fight

And dance with me, Boy with blues

Under the fake neon light, star night!.

Shapes and colours. Drafts

Crazy life, Life in Turmoil,

Life in bubblewrap, Life in Tinfoil,

Life in one perspective, Life In another,

Life spent with a sister, Life spent with a brother,

Juxtaposed Life, Life with a friend,

Life knowing life will come to an end,

Life half empty, Life half full,

Life not knowing death could be so cruel,

A Life in shadows, A Life in sun,

A life with a person who tells you its only begun.

The important thing is this: to be able to at any moment sacrifice what we are for who we could become.
-charles du bos