preview of [sic] & tired Vol. I

what if
 
sitting alone on the park bench of life
waiting for the bus of opportunity
it occurs to me that maybe just maybe
it has passed maybe i missed it
oh i could sit here and complain
talk to passer byes about the weather
talk about whatever sports has clouded our main stream media
or even the news
i could sit here and scowl at the passer byes smiles
put a hat on the ground
talk to myself
bitching about the good ol' days
back before the bus left me here
cold &
alone
i could sit here and wait quietly
 

wait
i could stand up
make my way to the next bench
talking to myself along the way
when i get there
i will smile
i will laugh
i will wait
 

wait
what if the bus still dosent come
what if there are no passer byes for me to gock at
what if the paints wet and i cant sit
what if the what ifs have kept me from catching the bus this whole time
a choice made in stone
i decide to gather my things
removing myself from this
cold
hard
bench
looking up long enough to see it headed toward me
parting the fog was my bus

 

 

anti-cheer

I got me two fists full of hate

my fuck you flags flying high

beer is warmer then my heart

a lawless soul

come get some

three deep breaths

 yes

i've been told one and one make three
folded the best hand for fear of the river
tossed caution out with the trash & clouds
looked long and hard into a mans weakness
and

i am still here

yes

i've been on the brightest side of fate
kicked down the door of strange just to peek
locked horns with that fucking silver surfer
missed my mark falling flat on my ass
and

i am still here

yes

i've been up down left behind right wrong
blamed others for faults i find only in myself
burned both ends of the candle time after time
climbed to the highest perch just to say i did
and 

i am still fuckin' here

yes

i fear for my future 

because

i am still here