Cancade.

My actions show everything except what is acceptable,
for I am a free soul. I travel with the pioneers and sail with the pirates.
For now, I am a free soul.
My destiny will be accomplished due to the fact that I will make my own.
For once, I am a free soul.
but who am I to speak?

skid row

Cars ease by in cycles.
Moving closer and closer to the happy, never ending roads of lust in my mind.
Winding down until there is no more.
Buildings line these streets, each filled with lust.
lust, lust, and more lust.
Drugs, sex, alcohol.
Fill me up, for I am a fuck up.
Now I've had my share, I'm ready for my next share of love.
Fill me up, for a am empty.
but who am I to speak?

Abandon

Having the distance.
I have the distance of the world right next to me.
I am filled with emotion.
Smiling, looking around in amazement.
For this split second anything is possible, I am possible.
I have proven my every word.
but who am I to speak?

27th

A wave of innocence is rolling towards me at this very moment.
come quick, come quick.
Do you see it?
The view of the gods.
I have been waiting for this day for a decade of decades.
Wish upon me.
Wish upon me.
but who am I to speak?

Hills

For once I truely understand my importance.
I understand my being, my every state of mind.
This is rare.

I promise this is the last time I will I understand myself.
We are all going insane.

but who am I to speak?

flourish

I am learning as the lion is dying.
His paws are twitching as I grow to be strong without a surfaced weakness.
I am powerful now.
He is dead, deceased, and rotting.
I never think of him, until now.
I am an elder to the people.
I am an old newspaper saved for kindle for when the world ends.
When darkness comes I will be there,
but NO I am powerful, I am ruling over these fuck-ups.
Look at me with admiration.
but who am I to speak?

kook

Even though I am smiling...
Even though I have lived an alright life up until now...
Even though I have had those exciting, fucked up, worthwhile moments in my life...
Even though you once told me that you loved me...
Even though you FUCKING told me that you loved me...
I cry.
I cry the tears of the happy as well as the lost.
I drank these tears until I became drunk.
I raked these tears up into a line and snorted the shit out of them.
I rolled each tear up into a piece of paper and smoked until I could no longer speak.
Please judge me for that.
Walk up to me and say," You are a genuine fuck up."
I swear on my last breath I take on this wonderful, graceful, peace of shit place we call land of the free, that I will say, " Why, thank you darling."
but who am I to speak?