Remember to Breath

When my brains overflows, those thoughts conveniently find their way here.

“You cannot erase hate. You must replace it with an feeling equally as strong.”

“The power of belief is REAL.”

It’s not so bad.

All my life I’ve felt like
I’ve been missing out
on the beauty that this world
has to offer.

But I see you
in the eye of my mind
and it doesn’t feel
quite so bad.

“Those without faith wake up everyday with dreams of flying. Those who believe wake up knowing they have been given wings.”

“Something that makes it all okay.”

“I’m waiting for the one who makes me forget what I was going to say…”

– Dee

Turn the Corner.

The very essence of celibate existence is the ever-present creep of emptiness.

Yet to understand one’s loneliness is to understand one’s self.

I cannot shake the shadow of a day where my daily endeavors are intertwined with another.

Beyond God, mother, father, best friend, brother, there are none above her.

Who else is cool like me?

Not a thought of condescension, merely statement of fact.

Reality of matters too honest to speak on, a.k.a statement of fact.

If you are afraid of truth then you are afraid of freedom.

I’ve played this game of ball and chain with weary-eyed folk who preach for change but deep inside want the same.

Where do I get set free?

Mirror to soul to microphone doesn’t seem to be working…

Neutron stars dot my eyes, and stainless steels course my veins.

I need you, so whenever you’re ready to lift my spirits again…

Find me at the corner of introspection and days end.

In a world where my peers compulsively obsess over the external, why do I turn inside? When clothes make the human, and sex is a commodity with which to create a admirable legacy, why do I lie alone and write? When my bided curiosity compels me to seek the solace so many claim to achieve, why am I left with the restless angst of dissatisfaction? Is this the plight of an existentialist? Or perhaps something even more unsavory… However, I don’t believe these words to stem from hubris or a misguided desire to rebel (as ironic as that may sound). It seems the only truth is that the pursuit of knowledge is a forsaking paradox with all questions leading to an answer, and all answers leading to a question. So why do I feel obligated to defend it?

“There is a place somewhere between judgement and acceptance, where people can be happy.”

– Diallo Fry

It’s so funny… I look at my little brother and see the things I wish I had… Then he turns to me and sees the things he wishes to have.
Sometimes being a big brother is even better than being a superhero.
One day we’ll look at each other and say, “There’s no way I could have done it without you. I love you bro.” — It’s so funny… I look at my little brother and see the things I wish I had… Then he turns to me and sees the things he wishes to have.

Sometimes being a big brother is even better than being a superhero.

One day we’ll look at each other and say, “There’s no way I could have done it without you. I love you bro.”

My Light

I may not have a truck or a pair of blue eyes

But I’ve got a big heart and a love that never dies

If that’s not enough then I don’t know what is

To continue my search for someone worth the risk

Every time I think I’ve struck gold

It falls apart like wax paper folds

You just look so lovely my darling miss n’

I’d take the next flight, whatever city ur in

If you’ll be there waiting when I arrive

I know you won’t be, but I’ll survive

What’s one more day of being broken inside?

You were supposed to be the one who made everything alright.

Never again will you be my savior

Now I know it’s my turn to save her

From the vicious demons with fiery horns

I’ll throw them all straight through the back door

To where they came from and where they’ll stay

You won’t thank me, but that’s ok

What’s one more day of being cast away?

I’ll find my way to the one I love

Through darkness and into the light above

I can show you the way if you give me this hand

But you won’t, so dink deeper in the quicksand

Before your head falls cry out my name

I’ll be there to help you finish this game

At the end of the tunnel the truth shines bright

Tears will stream from your eyes and mine

You’ll see what I’ve been showing you all along

Together we’ll walk without right or wrong

Knowing at last what we have is real

We don’t need to speak, only to feel

“This is my guitar. There are many like her, but this one is mine.”
“Any problem that can’t be solved with a good guitar is either, unsolvable, or isn’t a problem.” — “This is my guitar. There are many like her, but this one is mine.”

“Any problem that can’t be solved with a good guitar is either, unsolvable, or isn’t a problem.”