Writing, Ideas, & Stories
Always check your corners.
They could be there without warning
ready to pounce
ready to strike
in a blink of the night
it begs for a kiss
on feral skin.
Shapeless and nameless
stalking like the king of the jungle
where will you go?
Fight or flight
fears will always find you.
Lack of information guides
Vaugeness
Into wild jungles
In the back of our skulls.
Filled maps detour through caverns
Of detailed records of our transactions
From the past.
The other path.
The jungle lives in the deepest part
Of your map;
The map left
Untouched.
Chaos Control
is a Shadow or a myth.
Chaos and control are opposites,
yet, they cannot exist without one another.
Chaos Control
a hedgehog once said
to understand chaos without control
is too read chapter two before one.
Too watch the sequel before the first.
Chaos Control.
truly untitled
Your slate is cleaned
Freshly washed
Fresh out the box
Not a single stroke of a brush
Upon a muse.
Be there when I wake up
Breathe the words I cannot say
Fill empty dreams of a future I never believed in
Unless your there when I wake up.
Tonight is the night beneath moxie stars
Tracing the future with your fingers.
Night of constellations shaping
Cheap beer and a dented pick-up truck.
Mapping the path you wish to take
Hoping too take
Before
The night ends
The stars will show me.
Ignite the flame under your ass
Get up it’s hot
Motivation to the max
Maximum effort
It’s not gonna get done
Without a little effort
With all your effort
A spit shine shines the brightest.
Crushed berries
Mixing into drinks
Serving two hundred a night.
Crushed silence
Echoing through deliquent halls
Serving one hundred a night
Maybe one or two more
Maybe only one
Screaming into darkness
Thousand nobodies turn their heads
Blinking mildly to fear scoped eyes.
Feast your eyes
the great being is here:
standing before you
kneeling besides you
cooking next door
walking the dog down the street
playing a gig at the bar
crying at a cemetery
kissing in a chapel
stuck in traffic on the way to work to their nine to five job they hate
seeing their new born baby for the first time.
No one can fit in those jeans.
You have to be born with the right genes.
Work hard or get lucky to get a golden ticket.
Fly across the city
Under thousands of lights
be the one you want to see
Above shimmering mirrors.
R.I.P
Saint's Muse 