A cursed gift – a realism of writing – though sometimes I find myself
fighting the demons I’ve imprisoned; remembering I was once one of them…
I struggle to fight – to make right every wrong – Whether I’m calm or exploding like a bomb – I always have a piece of paper and another song.
Even though I know right from wrong – I don’t aim to maim my fellow man;
I’m just another simple minded human – swayed by the moment, each minute of each day – No matter how high – how low – I always have something to say and sometimes
I just fake it and make it up on the spot; meaningless words with no plot;
Every moment distilled and spilled as the time is passed and filled,
hoping in the end, it’s only time I’ve killed – otherwise I feel like I’m going insane;
whether or not its been said before and it all sounds the same – I need to spill
the nonsense blocking up my brain… Stress relief and joy and every moment of pain…
I had a goal to write what I feel. to be so real it would be scary; I wanted people to share the process of my journey – connect with me – be able to see that no matter where they’ve been or what they’ve done – there is someone out there who gets them.
Life can get ugly, it can get grim and in a single thoughtless moment – on a whim,
said some stupid things that had me begging to be forgiven… I’m just a simple minded human – living the human condition, I’ve written and lot of rough drafts – please stay tuned for the final rendition… cause in the end… I’ve scared myself, put my morals up on the shelf and helped myself to pride and glory that I hadn’t earned yet; cause I’m not the one writing my story….
By now I’ve learned as each day comes and goes, only the Lord knows how each verse should truly flow, I’ve got to take it slow, I know I’ve got to let go… Give the gift back to the one who gave it to me – lift the curse, erase some of my sins and set my soul free…