I walk majestically whether through head high hopes or if I'm down on my lost luck..
Lots of thoughts stuck phonetically in synch with my brain. Kettle eyed I say the pot sucks..
Mr. Live Life. Shit, I've past the boardwalk so many times hearing chimes of "jump the channel"..
Panel beat defeat in it's obscurity. Born to me was a power of Daniel..
Daniel? David? The stone thrower. I blow knowledge into the wind so someone will inhale and catch it..
Masked fits of damaged pride. Yeah, inside I wish I was Brad Pitt..
Manage my madness with a secure decor. You want to war with a crowbar in my door?..
Show me your forged source. I clown the profound and pour love onto the heart wrenched poor..
Sexuality? Nah, but got my dick sucked by some stinking parasites..
Was told the limelight was savoured for the orginals. Am I right?..
Movie life. I laugh at parts and laugh so hard I don't catch the plot..
Actors? Bards? Cash for art but where's mine? Oh thanks a lot!..
How many question marks do I park in a conjested, contested verse?..
Lots. Probably because answers last longer than what the question tries to learn..
So here's a quick piece. It's history probably misses you when you read..
When dead...I bleed. To write my heart on paper, 'tis a quest indeed......