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Daily Archives: November 19th, 2010

It starts with an uphill climb
She said ‘Lucky number – five’
I don’t need six senses – it happens way too often
Like seven’s face first dive – Kenny Lofton
Shake – shake – shake; the eight ball says
‘Only in Dreams’
After nine, chalk lines at the scene – it’s straight to the coffin
I should have put one of ten on it
It’s cool – pride needs to wake up – some humbling washing
Followed by a morning – a revival from all this turning and tossing
And then I’m rocking my favorite short sleeve shirt – T – Party – Boston
Never down – if you want a comeback – call Lance from Austin
If Standard is the Standard – I’m metric
Not a perfect depiction of old style themes and manners
I have my style dreams and if it’s this or that I say it’s hip or whack – I said it
Dressed with candor
You don’t need WikiLeaks to read about my valleys and peaks
My book’s open if you wish to creep – knock on my door – you can come in and meander
Any other description of my life
Drop the F and all you get are lies – a.k.a. slander
Watch the rhetoric
Be aware of the game of Life – can bite – be a little pathetic
I try to always see its aesthetic
Here and there is three feet in a yard
The two I have – got me walking far
Sixteen ounces in a pound
My twenty – eight – eight – zero, up then downer
Getting knocked around
Head up while I’m growing up – speaking clear and getting louder
A dog on the streets up against the ropes – I’m the prouder
Lost then found – reaching abode after seeing the atlas
It’s not flat – I like the curves – the rounder – like the globe I’m turning
4 quarts into a peck – a girl all over my neck
4 pecks later and we’re Adam & Eve’n
Biting the apple by the Bushel
Back stabbed on Ides and I’m Caesar
In the morning she leaving
All she left was a note – she doesn’t date guys from Cleveland
And my heart is bleeding
Born Three Fifteen – Eighty Five back in the game
From Ak -l-m-n-o- pride – I’m alive
And getting even – to get even
March down the block like I’m Trick – or – Treating
Speed two – no control for my cruise
I’m in a world that has no rhyme or reason
Yet a little like a book by Doc Seuss
More colorful than Fall – the Season
Letting it loose – writing not reading
I’m not following; I’m leading.

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While I fall to the ground
I bite on my tongue
And the concrete on my face feels like steel
It’s the first time in months
These cold chills have felt real
It’s the first time in months
I’ve felt warmth in the chest
With each breathe in my lungs
It’s the first time in months
Everyday doesn’t feel numb
It’s the first time in months
Everyday doesn’t feel numb

Why am I always the last?
I’m so late to catch on
Tired of missing the ‘Once in a Lifetime’ bus
Is the time worth the bust?
My feet don’t fit in the grooves
I choose the untouched tracks covered in rust
As I step closer to the line
I feel like a pawn
With all the other pieces moves
Except my own
A deer in headlights, slow motion fun
Staring down a telescope of my life
What a powerful trigger like a gun
Getting sharper than a knife
I choose to flip it around; over the setting sun
Into the moonlight
So much starts when all is said and done

While I fall to the ground
I bite on my tongue
And the concrete on my face feels like steel
It’s the first time in months
These cold chills have felt real
It’s the first time in months
I’ve felt warmth in the chest
With each breathe in my lungs
It’s the first time in months
Everyday doesn’t feel numb
It’s the first time in months
Everyday doesn’t feel numb

While I fall to the ground
I bite on my tongue
And the concrete on my face feels like steel
It’s the first time in months
These cold chills have felt real
It’s the first time in months
I’ve felt warmth in the chest
With each breathe in my lungs
It’s the first time in months
Everyday doesn’t feel numb
It’s the first time in months
Everyday doesn’t feel numb