And to help anyone, you had to walk beside them, and often they’d lead me. Then who was helping who? A bunch of dwellers convincing the other to enjoy the next step, to try and convince themselves.
Sex with a condom doesn’t count
We didn’t find peace in the chaos but let the chaos be peace
My throat pains for the high of the hash
That little flame stopped worrying about the melting wax, that little flame fell to its death and warmed the walls around him with light.
There is freedom in loving someone, knowing you’re about to leave, but what is love, but feeling free wherever you are.
The devils just a yes man
Bluetooth connected. Righto smartass
There’s a moon that sings so beautifully,
The waves dance to her whistle
Love is a dagger it’s shiny blade soothes my soul
My homophobia saved me from vaping
Just cause they’re playing the loudest music, doesn’t mean you should walk in
Don’t worry about it
A whore offered me everything. A massage then her pussy. Wouldn’t that be ironic. Meet your soul mate then a prostitute. Listen to the soul then tell it to shut the fuck up.
True heroes died along with their stories
Do drugs late so you can do them for longer
Realise you aren’t you first
writing is like buying a tattslotto ticket every week then when you’re out people ask what you do, and you tell them that’s you’re a professional gambler, and they say, oh really, what have you won?
and you say nothing, but I’m very close.
Do you think in countries where they eat dogs they just have breeds on the menu?
Does this golden retriever come with fries?
Medicating a spook is like burning a starry night
Van, if only you were born in India, you would’ve been worshipped when you were alive
These beggars grow up and become a little clever and you grow up and become a little dumber
Funny stuff always happened to me, it was like it knew I’d laugh, and when I didn’t, it would do it to remind me to
Tonight I’ll walk home along the lake, high and drunk and I’ll realise I forgot my hat, then I will realise I wasn’t wearing one but it’s a metaphor for my laptop.
I asked a yogi to read my palm and he told me he would speak to his manager
God subcontracted my divine intervention to the devil
Riddle me that brother
I fought wars for her,
i was going to be killed for her,
what a beautiful thing to die for.
She struggled with boundaries and self awareness and cause of the second one she didn’t know either.
If you sing bad you sing bad in every language
You know what man, you’re right
The devil don’t gotta do much here, we’re all looking for him
Saying, “what did you say cunt?” To anyone who doesn’t speak English around you
Music pushes tears that are too scared to jump,
Like a toddler deprived of attention he cries
If a girl starts to dance with you and does that thing where you’re meant to spin around under her arm, you’re allowed to knock her out
Replacing a stoners popcorn with chips and he doesn’t notice
I’m more scared of myself, than I’ll ever be of you
This blokes tough
Tell me where all the trendy people are so I can avoid it
The moon fell quickly, just in time to free me of her pull
We all fell in love with a stranger
Time goes fast when you aren’t watching it. Cheeky bastard
Medusas hair was way too judgemental
I am not fat I am well rounded
Like a bowling ball
I don’t think I’m better than you, and that’s why I am.
Finally found a girl that wants you to be you, Jesus.
Purist is another word for stuck in the past
And people make me feel like the nerds I used to bully, who could see straight through me with the ability not to mention it
Worship your fellow ant
Should I kill this mosquito feasting on my blood, or show it mercy?
Bleeding through my soul it hurts, but I know I’m not all of this, it’s fine, I know I’m fine.
The second half of awakening is not to be controlled by rebellion
When indifference cause words then your muse is always going to be a disruption to serenity
Love makes sense, sense doesn’t make love
When you read this tomorrow, thank me, because we didn’t do anything.
Heaven is just a good sleep away
My illusion of control was losing its power
I’m using you to work some stuff out, don’t take it personal
Why is it those who practise yoga are the most judgemental gay cunts you’ve ever met?
The girls I love hate me I tell myself
Bukowski will save me
I used to hate the government until I loved a girl, and then I hated myself
No one will ever get me. Says a man, who has based his entire life on people getting him
To walk on the beautiful flower of hope is almost enough to stop visiting. Almost.
My ab exercises are coughing
You feel death in the air the way you feel the sun in the sand at night.
It’s a farce I have to pay $70 for 3kg of luggage when an obese man behind me steals space, weight, oxygen, all free of charge.
the alcohol eventually kills me and i always go down writing.
what is escape but finding a new room?
what is pain but a battle to watch?
what is time, but a dream.
bred to carry this a little further.
my soul is the space between the atoms i occupy.
its just a brief walk in the garden of senses.
The scar stays and the pain comes and goes and a little weaker each visit
You have to stay on your toes; there’s so many new things that a bad one wouldn’t stand out
The ego tries to impress the soul by pretending it’s not an ego
Soon you will forget how it all felt, just try and enjoy it
You go from Island to island chasing refuge from the dooming tide until you realise it’s easier to just float
Enlightenment is giving up on trying to remember
Is it madness to go to the best places to work, or to go to the other place; work.
There’s also an immortal essence. That’s a nice thing to believe.
My algorithm betrays me
To have good weed again was like in wizard of oz when it turned to colour
Are you stoned? As a kite
A freedom being questioned is a part of the freedom
To question your freedom is freedom
Uber driver giving you a horsey bite
Life’s a game governed by man
My love for sport didn’t die it just expanded to everything
Trying to fix is trying to control; it’s not broken baby
The ice cream was an analogy… for snorting crack out of the cunt of a beaten up Whore
His forehead looked like a bicep
You don’t learn things you just find a way to express it better
Fat chicks are told to be prudish, completely neglecting their purpose
of keeping the hot ones honest
When you’re willing to die for someone, you will.
Suffer is silence buddy, it’s not worth the hassle
If god had made others like her, I’d never heard about them
How much can we learn about ourselves from the weakness of another?
Bridge the gap between your truth and your hope and you will find the truth is all you hoped for
The most romantic thing you can do is leave, with nothing but a thanks and goodbye. Imagination and pain will create stories far more beautiful than reality.
All a man does because he cannot cry, all the places he paints his battle to express grief and fear.
Nature, again, reminds me to take a deep breath and be patient
I was overwhelmed by the sensation my atoms vibrating when a fellow he asked “you feel those mushrooms yet?”
“Nah, not really, you?”
“Nah”
Then immediately, he asked me again.
I love the most dysfunctional cunts in the world
I can deal with a cunt, but I can’t handle a liar
Ralph, I search for your love everywhere.
I’m clinically insane, luckily I’m not in a clinic
Speaking with a girl who is a therapist, as a friend, about any issue of your own is like asking an electrician to put in a downlight when he came over to watch the footy
It doesn’t change, you just get better at riding the waves.
I don’t like getting
my information like that…
How?
on purpose
white flower,
its petal has the sweetness
of a wedding
dress,
there is yellow
in the middle,
attracting bees
and me.
the flower
reminds me
of a girl,
she isn’t gone,
she just isn’t here.
there is nothing
left but love,
but don’t
write about that,
they want
blood.
Jesus’
blood was wine,
no wonder
they made
him bleed.
honesty creates
good art,
eventually…
her head wasn’t bad,
it had everything it needed
it just wasn’t very
pretty.
the thoughts
of suicide
were a threat
to my pain,
I didn’t want to
be dead,
I just didn’t want
to be alive,
not like this.
they kept
saying
you will
be okay
you are
a good looking
guy and I
tried to tell
them that I
feel very
ugly on the inside
what if
a flower
didn’t
want what
is best
for you,
would it
still be
beautiful?
poetry
reminds you
not to
waste ink,
but still
paint with
the pen,
then,
remind poetry
that it
does not know,
no one does.
mosquitos
on jesus
would get
drunk,
and vampires,
drunk vampire,
now that
is a scary
thought.
keep drinkin water
keep loving life
keep on smiling
and stay out of strife!
Are you god?
only on weekends…
The attention asked,
when did you
know you made it?
every morning I meditated,
replied the famous writer
everyone I have
ever met
and ever will
meet,
live within
the book,
either in a chapter,
the whole thing,
or a space between
two letters.
They wrote
the book,
I take no
credit,
please.
don’t try and make
me,
I am happy here.
