Fiercely alone
I perpetually seek
a pivotal beginning
so that I may leave
this desolate present
disillusionment abraded 
and humble as I go

There is this pressure 
an abyssal ponderosity 

my limbs
my core 
pounding
sounding 

war drums 
have never 
beat so loud

caught within my bones

I dont even know
I dont even know
I dont even know
what to do
with all this
noise

My music? :

Inspired by all that and the struggle to be.

Afraid, I use to ride freight trains, once I joined a circus, then a cult, then a church, then back to the circus... I've done every drug under the sun, built up and torn down more castles than I care to remember or admit to and now... here I lay among the crystalline leftovers of empires, struggling to tell the difference between the darkness and the light, living the dream, dirty broke and free. I am remembering how to be...

I love my life... I love my God... I love my Cede Lady... 

Followers of Perceived Reality