When
you have nothing
When you want nothing
When you know nothing
And want to escape
Money is the only way out
Numbers are the way to relate
When
you have nothing
When you want nothing
When you know nothing
And want to escape
Money is the only way out
Numbers are the way to relate
Took
a piece of Wim Hoff, Elliott Hulse
Then turned it off
Cold Showers
Conscious breathing
Hard and then soft
Excited for the struggle
The work
The practice
Opportunity to be the worst
I am it
Took a piece from Tony Robbins
First on the screen, then through some headphones
Went home talking like I can do anything
Like I found a cheat code
I felt power like he sent me
Exactly what could get me
Mastery of a subject
All through some cd’s the library lent me
Listened 10,000 hours
I am it
Took a piece from LeBron James
Long games, focused since 14
And not a lot has changed
Strong aim
Played it like it’s all a game
Watched everyone talk down on his name
Then watched him straight clown
Found a seat as eastern conference king
Now his rings are too loud
52 years Cleveland
But how are you doing now?
I am it
A spectator so often
Lessons I was watchin
These men were so lost in
What other than love of a subject?
Excitement
A light went on in my soul
My body just knows
“This guy is like me”
I want to learn what he knows
I watch
I practice
I go
Hell
can’t seem to find me
Rather it’s always behind me
Trust what’s inside me
Logic made by me
For me
And if errors occur
Like if I terror flirt
Like if I flirt with terror
The rarer my fear will look
Stare in the mirror shook
Survivng devils
But look who is breathing care of work
Love of living
If I make it out
I’ll have material to write a book
Up goes
All I know
Of the things I hold
Like status and gold
Left goes
The other side
No idea
I’ve never tried
Down goes
No not me
No not ever
That’s never me
Right goes
Along with up
What I am
Plus a little luck
The four directions and the center is made
The source that begins the start of each play
Lay with the horizon
To ride what the rhythm has laid
“When they ask for it,
They’re ready.”
Meatballs and spaghetti
Leave the kitchen at once
“When they see the problem
They’re ready.
There is a back to each front
There is something they aren’t getting
Forgetting themselves….
uhh this restaurant is bad for my health
This is the twelfth time this month…
But yeah, forgetting themselves
They stand in their own way.
Let’s say
I tell you you’re wrong
What then would you say?
Your response will be submissive or aggressive
if neither,
Then dismissive or neglect it
Either
I was always right
Or fight me the one who said it.
If I see your problem
How do I tell you you don’t get it?
You must see it first
One must have the power of which they look…
Should we order dessert?
Orange sherbet has had me going bezerk….
But yeah
They see it and there will be a change in mindset
Re-arrange their time spent
The world will open up
Every answer to every question
They’ll look and they’ll find it.”
What do you believe in?
What kind of car did you just leave in?
Who’s belief in the world has caused you to forget breathin’
Tell me who
Lives in this feeling
The tone of this moment is tinted by who’s reason?
What do you believe in?
What story do you recite when new people you’re meeting
What keeps you believing?
I ask for a word
Because when I’m with you, I feel a third
Like there’s a standard we must observe
Like you and I aren’t the world
It seems absurd as all can be
I’m overjoyed to finally see you
Thus I ask
What do you believe that tells you that you aren’t valuable to me?
Sand covered feet
Morning at the beach
Waves decompress
It’s my release
Peace
Going
I meet up for lunch
Friends, we haven’t seen each other in months
Laugh the whole time, words didn’t matter much
Eat
Time
For me
To grow the love in me
I feel a need
To write what my heart has seen
Pen, paper
And the higher me
Be
She
Will be over in an hour
Quick shower
Check to see if my shirts are clean
Don’t need to comb my hair
Should probably brush my teeth
Ecstasy
Light
Has now gone away
Night
Will now spawn the day
I could do this forever
Life
I’d love another day
This is the final stage
The closing scene of an ending play
Here I’ll die
As the curtains fade
I’ll stand up to leave
Live what I truly wished to this day
The life I thought had long died…
Nevermind
Flip the lights
Cut the music
I think it’s time
Rise through the stage
Rage as if I hate the play
Die, razor blade
As memories are made to fade
I never existed at all
The take away
Done acting
I no longer play that way
The audience files out
I am only me
After today
Pens run out of ink
Pages in a notebook
Can’t capture what I think
No matter how long I write
I always miss the purpose of the thing
I can’t seem to place
What I really mean
I try really hard
Try to show what I see
Try to describe my little world
Try to relate what I be
Tools to communicate
Roll from the tongue slippery
I paint the central focus
But I still miss the key
Further I describe
This story had a point
I’m a little lost
Then I quit
I guess the way I feel is a mystery
I can’t tell you how I did it
But I can share with you what I am
I will bring myself to parties
But I’ll never know where to stand
I end up staring at the fridge
Admiring pictures from Japan
Then I’ll dip out early
Saying
“Gee I hope I’m invited again”
My friends get texts with lines from songs I like
Ending with a time to might at night
I pretend to have plan
But really I’m a storyteller
And I don’t give a damn
I’m a man free falling
And all I see is my land
I don’t know how I did it
I’m awkward
Lost
I only know right
because for so long wrong was in my eye
I’m just trying to have fun
For as long as I like
Keep the company I like
The world can keep their heaven
The world here is alright