Gates

inspired,
the thoughts that nostalgically,
nose their way up to the surface,
interrupted by nothing,
born again and again,
to the fiery pits of not being good enough,
but realizing that you are,
so once again,
I must grab the boot straps,
that I've gripped in the past,
and make my way,
to the gates that we are supposed to enter.

misunderstood

in this crazy life,
misunderstood,
ups and downs,
some bad some good,
little feet pitter patter,
and not long after,
nostalgic imagination,
takes the place,
world turned upside down,
but does any of it,
really matter,
YES,
starting over is hard to do,
opening my heart,
not knowing who I am,
wish I had a clue,
dizzy head,
windshield break,
saw loved ones briefly,
for goodness sake,
minutes to hours,
days to nights,
try to stay warm,
on this cool crisp,
chest feels tight,
hic-cup,
misunderstood,
again tonight.

Z-Ro- "This Ain't Livin" Official Video

http://youtu.be/bv0b7JQu_R8

from green fields and clovers,
with white spindles blowing,
smell of wind,
felt on my fingertips,
to life of strife,
where and when did this time end,
from third grade recess,
till senior-skip-out day,
the sky is still as blue,
and the birds tweets are
just becoming new
again,
so much pain and stress
when will it end?
if I'd only follow intructions
no telling where
I'd be.

transition

How is it or is it how...

do they say?,

withdrawing so rapidly,

with no delay,

from the simple moments

that punctuate my life,

a healthy, young-son,

two-beautiful girls,

and two,

not so good wives,

or were they?

I have to say,

after the hell

they continue to pay,

for my wreckless abandonment,

now in a transition stage,

don't know North from South,

East from W-yesstt!,

nor where I am going,

how has everyone I've learned to love,

left me so quickly,

and I know it will happen again,

and again,

but,

wouldn't want it any other way,

stamping my grafitti on today,

for loving so hard,

as if my heart didn't have anything left,

to say.