Session 236

I want you to count back from three and then tell me what you see...3..2..1..

Living Life To Death

   You walk a mile in shoes that will never fit. Try as you might, you were a batter that never hit. Your mouth went dry at the moment you needed it. You're quick to judge, but your impact isn't even a nudge. You "wanna be" there for you are.  But, no one will ever know your name. Unless you do something insane or cause pain. Leaving your loved ones the ones left to blame; in the wake of your 15 seconds of fame. Now you can be that...on that path.
or
   You could just walk away; the other way. Forget what they do and what they expect of you. You don't need them to accept you. You need to be happy and be one of a kind, like a snowflake or a finger print. So what if you square beg that never fits.

Think different. 

   Don't just be the person that works in the building, but the person that scales it. Don't just fly in a plane, dive out of it. Don't be another in the crowd. Make crowds chant your name. Don't settle for being a number, unless it's number one. Don't try to be anyone else, be yourself. Whatever that is, just do it and do it big.
Live.
   Why die for no reason? Anybody can die; that is easy. The hard part is living. Remember; those that will hate you, will always hate, no matter what you do. So matter to you.  Be thankful for every breath and live life to death. ...

Under the street lights

Nail Polish knocking out roaches that never seem to wake up. He sways down a 3 am corridor, nose caked up. Stick up kids doing the bids with exposed ribs. Above, doves scatter from the black helicopters. 187 from the sixteen rolling, the shooter is in a red hat, strapped in the back. Fat Mac, looking like rerun on the corner with the pack. A crack pipe smoking like exhaust from a lost soul under the overpass.  Teens be slap boxing in the street while mama from the 3rd story window yelling "stop it!".  Drugs hidden behind a fake eye orbital socket. Popping nodoz while dogging the popo. Ebonics with stingy pockets. Dumpster fires with fiends in the back. Hand-off pockets for the running thieves when the chain got snatched. While hookers look for "johns" under the street lights. ... 

Wild Stallions

   Call me John dear, for all the ho's I pull. Girl, you need to be more than a mere tool. I'll be a gravedigger the way I keep letting you down. Love is a four-letter word. So is f**k, but one is forever and the other is just messing around.
   White knights don't ride up on horses anymore. That's just for romantic movies. You gotta keep reality in the right frame and recognize were all wild stallions that can't be tamed. For life is only given one play and is not a video game.
   These days a hero 'ain't nothing but a sandwich'. It's survival of the fittest in an obese world. So fat boy you better get them gains. Oh me? I identify as insane to keep the haters at bay. See, in a world of black-and-white, it's best to stand in gray. Because we are not saved. We are the depraved. They are millions. We are mere thousands. They are cogs in the system. While we are wild stallions. ...

Exit Session

   The sunshine is gone. I have witnessed my last dawn. The fire flies have died. Heavy is the eyes. Sighs are made. My bed is now an early grave. I can no longer stand the day. Angels, please go away. Demons; you can stay. The walls come alive with spirits walking about, in and out, of the room; from the other side, I presume. The devil above my bed preps my tomb and whines my clock, so as for time to stop. My shoes are rocks as I discard them on the floor. A crow is now perched on thy headboard;  a guide to the land of nevermore. My fall from grace is met by my descent in bed. Skeletons cover me in the skin they shed as my head meets and is absorbed into my pillow. Slaughtered sheep weep as I begin to count them down from 6 with the monster under my bed licking its lips. 6 to 5: I no longer wanna be alive. 4 to 3: don't cry for me. 2 to 1: the blood on my wrist let me know what I've done. God how I miss the sun.

1...2...3. I hear "come back to me"...but I'm sad to say, that I've lost my way...

the unknown sith