Clearing the channel, another one’s on their way.
Pulled up in my new ride, different from the one yesterday.
I’m happy to oblige, I cant hide out in the garage
there too much scenery to partake.
The sweet chassis, the chrome, the wheels
Sidewalks, chasing long legs, tall tales, high heels.
Sell me more then my book value worth.
New models off the assembly line,
to the highway, cars in motion, back and forth.
I’m fine, the blacktop flying by.
Another car salesman lie,
Pedal to the floor, open road, forever sky.
As long as there’s gas,
this won’t be my last ride.


I can’t live for someday, I can only live for today.
The joy of holiday lights, accompanying the quiet waltz of two lovers finally awake.
Discarding restless pasts, tired eyes to gaze.
No longer staring into souls, hearts fawning out the flames,
once set ablaze.
Starlight, where space infinitely yawns at our dilemma.
Ever knowing presence of the moon and its gravitational pull.
Constant, predictable—the earth feels the tug, relentless, yet forgiving.
Always returning for another pass. Only several blinks away.
Doing it all over tomorrow.
Again and again.

Last Breath

Seeking that last breath
Fearing the worst
wasn’t what you thought It’d be
how the skin stretched
In the silence, was the last place you looked

All i ever wanted, no space left for rent in my mind
You say we were haunted
but I was the only one sticking around

And all we ever wanted
Just believe
And it’s real
If i had what i wanted
How would i know?
And would i care?
No one ever told me
The last breath, the only one that counts
Climbing the walls
Where the only way is down
The last breath
And the wreckage left behind
The remains that scatter the ground

My life In the real world

You want to see, just what you wanted to see
That won’t make things right
What you believe, when the whole world sold you out

Where i found u
The silence dissolves
What it took to break the calm
We were bound to
The moment we evolved
darkness becomes you

The last man on Earth

I wasn’t meant to feel good today.

That may have been a few days ago. Memories blur… I forget what you look like by now.

Maybe I felt I had value earlier today- serviceable, existing.

But it only takes one leak, one dip under the rising tide and a pissed off sea,
too rampant to care.

Constant trepidation and I can’t figure this out.
There are no open sores, just recoil
and wait for the next wave.

I sink and sink, deeper and deeper and this is the only outlet I have right now.

Or I’m just thinking out loud to myself.

I wasn’t meant to feel good today.