Over the blue ridge mountains
Or at least it seems
I feel like I am forever counting
Over these crazy dreams
That I wish I wish I could stop shouting about
Because its what it keeps me alive

Dear fellow reader
I hope you are no believer
Of the words I put on this paper
Because if you are, I feel bad for your creator

There are no subliminals here
Just cheap ink thrills

Dear Mary Magdalene,
Are you not the perfect example?
Of all that is wrong, and all that is right?
7 deadly sins while god was still here

Forever peering,
into the earths sad truths,

Jesus said,
“Its possible for a rich man to get into Heaven.”

But how can one live a righteous life in poverty?

Take a look at that mean face
Shining ever so dark
Vibrant Red while the sun Rises
Its something beautiful thats taken for granted

But look at its perfect shape
and then look into your heart

Who the fuck would hire a poet?

How does one live off this paper and pencil?
I’m serious,

I would like to know this,

How do I turn this paper into a roof over my head?

They say patience is a virtue.
In fact,
Patience is the only virtue.
When one is a master of patience,
They are a master of life.

When one understands the good,
And the bad,
Come and go,

As we moved to our table,
I looked onto other peoples plates

Buffalo “chicken” wings,
“Steak,”
“Chicken” Fingers

I ordered the grilled, bourbon “chicken”
She said,

“So what’s it really like, to be like…the ultimate nightmare?”
I said to him,

“Intense”

That was his only reply then.
And that was all I needed

If its 6:00AM its probably late for me.
My sun comes out at night, ever since I was 13.
It’s probably the bi-polar mania,
The pill don’t help.
Just attempt to dilute my character,

How does this work?
This long thing?
Can she really make me feel like this?
Could it be?

It runs thru me like fire, yes it does.
How did she do this?
Love conquers all I guess.

Let me say
That Sasha Grey
Knows how to play

I’d see her every day
If I could have my say
Yes if I could have it my way
I’d treat Sasha Grey

I hate what she does

This greatly saddens me.
There are only the wolf and the sheep.
Except this time the wolf feeds the sheep.
Feeding the plump.
Golden Arches, oh how the king is here!

So its 9:02
And I got a long drive
I’ll be thinking of you
While I pass the time

8 hours down 95
Just me, my ride
And time
And you on my mind

My destination is irrelevant

Take a journey with me
No, this isn’t paradise
But I suppose it’s not hell
Imagine being perched on a barren tree
With nothing to sacrifice
Just you and me

The leaves have long fallen