Love and hate

Can you really segregate?

Pick and choose

What is it that you’re doing dude?

Are you here?

Everybody’s getting near

We’re all around you

Waiting for the what to do

The look in your eyes

It is Lifeless

The look on your face

It is Priceless

Getting left behind is such a hard thing to do

Turning your world upside down just for a clue

Of…

Who to see

What to do

When to run

Where to go

Only one thing missing

The starting gun

Missed it while you were kissing

Ass of the finest caliber

Full metal jacket

Here, hold my beer

As we pass into the final frontier.

Good Morning, Good Raps, Good Morrow, Good Luck

Weightless Whisky Bottles

I am beginning to realize

I am not the sum of all my dreams.

And I’m hoping that these stones that I am swallowing

Somehow don’t drown me.

You can watch while my soul gets lost

Between god and a bottle of scotch.

Keeping afloat by

Creating clouds beneath my feet.

Rising on promises I hope I can survive to see.

Trying to find a definition of a man

That falls somewhere on a word between

Disappointment and defeat.

Success looks more to me like the promenade of death

And when I look down at my hand

It is grasped by a ghost of me.

It’s funny when I think

It’s what I’ve always been

A man that’s neither here nor there

Far better to remember than to look upon.

I’m finding these weightless whisky bottles

However empty they may be

Always seem to bury me.