Maybe I will never reach the brass ringbut my passion is not for nothingI might not be the fastest, the strongestthe best But why should…
I owe you everything.For peace in every awakeningAnd its role in daily enlighteningThrough eyes that open to plainly…
My mind is so electric that I’m turning on all the traffic lights
Crackling and cackling my brain is wired completely wrong
It flickers and blinks, it fizzles and spits
We look for signs — to show us the wayalong life’s journey.
Night time used to be my favorite time of the day.
I can hear it.
It’s not a soft, slow motion exhale. It’s not a crashing thud followed by rumbling. It’s not fizzing or popping. It’s not cracking or flooding.
No gushing, no rushing, nothing fevered. Nothing too alarming. Nothing too jarring. No broken glass. No…
While playing The Heavy