Second hand thoughts swimming through a second hand cotton weave
Trying times poking holes in the fabric, kindred energy for hindered spirits
I will my ready mind to assist you
I ready my will to stain your flesh
I want to tear through your heart with ontological quartz
Diamonds forged out of confidence
Pontiac children playing chicken on the highway
We came from riches and convenience
We’ve dwindled down to nothing and endless trial
I can’t even acknowledge the strength in our personified armor,
continuously evolving in our self fulfilling prophecies
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Down This Path
PoetryThis selection of poems were written during a series of events that would then unfold into a turning point within my own life. Tragic circumstances muddled by poor judgement and a taste for adventure turned into what I thought was a glorious success...
