Okay so here is a tid bit for you all. I'm in the Army as a medic. The Army is cool it has it's ups and downs. Where I am at usually more downs. But being in Japan brought me my beautiful wife and badass son, so I can't complain too much. Other than my wife, son and family I have three loves of my life music, writing and sports. I like tattoos I have a couple and I am getting more. I am a runner, I need running partners so if you kn ow somebody who is down to run 30-75 miles a week and is in the Sagmihara/Zama area let me know. Other than that, I am drinking Budweiser and eating Hamburger Helper lasagna flavor for dinner tonight. (Just in case you really wanted to know).
I POST POEMS/SONGS (whatever you want to call it) and other SHIT in the blog section, so check it out.
HAVE A GOOD FUCKING DAY!
BY NOW - KILLING THE DREAM
So right, so smart. So true, so fucking true. So tell me why I'm wrong if it was all for you. Your scars are deep, and with every word, I'm only adding salt. The knife is in your back, and I keep twisting, just fucking twisting. By now I've kicked myself for so long, I can't remember why. I swear to God, it should be bright, but it's been days since I've seen light. But I'll smile because I know, these traps ·I've set them for myself. Every sleepless night has left me tired, and weak. And every day drags on just to end in the same way. And I'll walk away with a torn heart, and heavy eyes, and red fucking hands. And it's all because of you. But those days are gone, and with every yesterday, these fucking stains begin to fade. MY HEART HAS HEALED. MY EYES ARE WIDE. THESE HANDS ARE CLEAN. And I'll never be sorry for this again. Not one more fucking tear.
THE OUTSIDERS - MODERN LIFE IS WAR
So what the fuck are you going to do, kid? Still ratting at the chains of the gates of the world... But you can't quite pretend. Still tasting youth's bitter exile here in your empty generation's wasteland... Where all the things that you've been clinging to are being ripped from your hands. Restless soul this place will never be your home. And if you wanna have it all... You've gotta let it all go.
Before the adult world strings you up and skins your skinny bones clean to the bone. 'Cause all this time you've been searchin' for something real And now the pressure is coming down on you. You've gotta turn this despair inside out and turn it into your way out. 'Cause heaven knows you're sinking and I know we're much the same... So cheers to our rebel hearts... Not just another fuck you... But a bedside love song for a CHOSEN FEW. We feel like we've been left in the wind to die in the dust... With no one speaking to us... So we are speaking up. Throwing out our anchor against the fear. Your revelation time is near. So try and listen to the voice urging you on... Saying... This is it kid... This is your last chance... And this is the only way to glory... And this is our last dance.
