Clouds; collude for a stormy charade
thunder; echoes a grumbled demise...
Lost my job some would say
But what a bright sunshiney day...
Storm brewed
bitterness bites...
One move to the right
The hands of the old clock ticked...
What happened to the degree you said you were...
What happened to "the last time" you were going to...
The choices I have made in life
they all came with a price...
My dreams dwell, in a conceptual state.
Sharp images seduce, my resting mind...
Coke scales and Marijuana Scholars...
If your day should start off dreary,
Count your blessings not your woes...
Lost in the crowd you go down the street.
Sad but still proud you have nothing to greet...
05/07/16
A glimpse at the blue...
10:15 PM -
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one...