away

i want to sit in the dark trees...
to watch everyones machines break...
when the cold earth makes a companions, love that much more...
i want to hear it as the final horn blasts...
and the world wins again...
the fires set by man seeking this...
will be when my brothers know me...

Dirt roads

Being at bottom of the barrel, setting into rotting wood...
The last call and the runner up...
That's how this story keeps playing out...
Second guessing everything , always stepping outside of someone's disaster...
Waking up like a millionaire, in a sweaty bed...
Optimism is a luxury of fools...
When everyone has nothing...
But when everyone has nothing, there are only dreams...
Fulfilled or forgotten...
Drunks could never tell...

the respect

for everything that didn't let me sleep...
i wanted to give my rage...
for when i didn't reach the heaven's...
my life was built inside of my beat shoes...
i wasn't that idiot of a worker...
we were never a breath of wind

from yesterday.... to today

the breath of being angry was always...
outside every ones breather...
the false starts  and fantasies was everyone's fault...
there are always idiots looking to step up...
from stupid jobs that always were dimmer...
they were less the american dream...
all after that first faint was a narcissistic life...
something that didn't live in the light...

Miss MEOW NEOW

NEVER ENOUGH...
always just keeping humanity of the  tongue...
for all the passion breaking shot glasses...
the broken glass was never enough...
for that idiot, brutality of life...
but love was the end

AMERICA, AMERICA... AMERICA

the plebeian life is the only breath given, from this lacklust life of just being. something of a drunk, something of an idiot. my ambition was to hold all of my life like a still lake... after everything that seems like an idiots 401k or a midwest life.

but i was born into a life of working poor, not everything was miserable, most of us born from the dirt can all say the same... "the potatoes and rice weren't soo bad.".

and when most of us made it to the teens we just made the most of it, bleeding into a false reality that our parents subscribed to, those rebeled like idiots into drugs and fantasy, but there were those idiots that got the cap, but didn't wake up to anything more beyond a dead end job, but that was the like of millennial.

most of us were to be forgotten like the rest of idiots who were only breathing. the lives promised afterwards are a tale most doesn't want to say, from the south to So Cal, the north has a sad american life just as bad