If the Sea was Whiskey

Get ready to ignite. Time to do it right.

50 years of hard work, and where are you? Alone.

Abandoned by the very thing you once held so close. It is something that still exists; it even looks similar, but is but a shell of its former self. You are left standing alone in the rain and feel truly alone.
This thing has driven away your friends, family, and hobbies. Not only abandoned, you are an altered self that only is brought down by this dead weight.

Held up by upbringing, morals and pride, you stand as tall as possible with the sun setting behind you. What legacy will you leave? Will your thoughts, memories and dreams be muffled by your shadow?

Be strong, and find a way to
Survive.

A Changin'

An Uncle? Me? I thought it would be a long time coming, but apparently the times, they are a changing. I'm nervous no doubt. But let us not forget my excitement. A little baby boy on the way.

A new location, new job, family changes, and friend changes lead to a full mind and a full schedule.

The river creeps higher as the rainwater settles in. A boy becomes curious and swims into this new territory. He finds a whole new world. Suddenly, he looks behind him to see the the river has receded. He is now trapped in this puddle. The hot July sun cooks the earth, and with it his water becomes less and less. He is now trapped and the walls are closing in around him.
It was once good to be a big fish in the river, but being the big fish in a dwindling puddle leaves him vulnerable.
Death is inevitable.

The Truth

There is fire in my palms and cool water between my ears.
Don't you realize my tongue can cause whip lash?
And you, you dream of understanding a word I say.
Open your mind, soul, and heart up. Cause shit is about to roll down hill.

Apple Trees

Top down, rolling fast through the streets of STL. The city glows as we approach. The thick Saint Louis summer air is hard to hold down on a warm summer night.

Catching my Breath

We stare at broken clocks, lost ticks locked inside the interior, screaming to get out. It was 8:45 always and I wondered what warranted that strange occurrence, whether it was something greater than a slowing of gears or the forgetfulness of the technician. I wondered if the clock was like a heart, pulsing away with the stacked lines of a ribcage; always strong and steady, but eventually gave up trying to mimic Time, just like a heart would give up myself. Now it’s always 8:45 and not a second too late.

Walls

The Revival is here.

Walls are made to stop short people and people with no desire. I am neither, so the walls will not stop me.

Once you have tasted the sweetness that is associated with loving life, it is hard to go back. It's that amazing feeling of going somewhere to better something. That's what I love and that's what I will always strive for. The blessings of this world must not get by me. I am the fortress with passion, success, and love.

Not just anyone can take what I have. I have traveled so far in 25 years and there is no end in sight. 28 years old....that's bullshit.

Sometimes it all feels so heavy. All things considered, I am very proud of my life and the decisions I have made.