So i feel a little bit blah right now. One of my friends once told me my secret super power is feeling. Yep, thats going to save the world. Well right now I feel… - weird. Nostalgic. Emtpy and a little bit lost. Stressed and tired. Fluxuated. Determined and grrr. Dirty teeth and no toothpaste. sleepy.
Actually, i feel like i have just had a weekend with friends all around me the whole time but only ever small talk and no meaty conversations and THAT is probubbly the number one thing that is getting me riled up. Yes. That and having no toothpaste. And also knowing I should go to sleep because I am tired but being to lazy to sleep. Now THAT is lazy.
Also I am more busy right now than I have been for over a year now. What with having to finish my book and my album both by the end of this month and also plan for my poetry tour. hooray! this is nothing. When i was in highschool and I was a mad house of tension and I got so many A’s I did not know what to do with them. i used them to wipe my arse. The end of it.
I like to be reminded that I am not the only poet in the world. I love it when amazing talent is sitting underneath the skin on faces all around you. This poem is written by my good friend Adam Bloom. Or, as I like to call him in my mind: Christopher Robin.
The path that you take in life is but a metaphor,
i walk down the longest roads.
You dance with tricks at clubs,
I dance with the wind to the music playing in my soul.
You hurry to make your money,
to buy stuff that will
deteriorate
fall apart
rust and rot,
I stand here dressed in rags and more free than you will ever be.
You complain when your meal does not arrive on time,
I don’t know when i will eat again.
You waist your time in your towers,
away from your family and friends,
shut awaylife flying past you.
I know that ive collected things that are not material,
the memories
stories
people met
people changed
every moment lived and lived full.
You sit on your couch and watch tv,
life measured in series.
I sit under the night sky and watch the stars.
Your all safe in your houses
with your locked doors and fenced yard.
I have no cages in my mind,
I live in your house when your not home.
You make a wrong decisions and loose a business deal,
I make a wrong move and I’m left for dead.
You live for pleasure and gratification,
I live for survival
You wait for the call from that boy or girl,
I wait to hear from God.
You say no one knows you,
no one listens.
I talk to creation and the beasts know my name.
Your surrounded with clutter and still you are bored,
I played with a rock and sing with the birds.
You write in the heat of emotion and plaster it in blogs,
I write in the sand and let the waves wash it away.
Who’s really the high flyer,
the risk taker.
Who’s really living their life.
I know who I am,
where i’ll go and what awaits me
This life you strive so much for is fleeting
Blink your eye and it will be over
How much more time will you waste
Whats more important
Whats left to do
Will it all be regret