More Older Writings I found on my computer...

It meant having late night complimentary traverses with anyone I could find to contribute to the consumers demand. Whenever wherever was the rule I commanded with, not only did it support the wealth coming to a bitter end, it began to overrun the rules of the game. The game soon ended after 3 months, it became a habit, a habit I couldn’t break. The money was fading fast pulling out hundreds weekly with no other source of income except for what I had saved up from a previous profession. It soon took over my life; the only song I would allow myself to ease my mind with was “Hotel California” by the Eagles. Quoted everywhere on everything I owned it stated, “last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before, goodnight said the night man and welcome to the sea ,You can check out any time you like but you can never leave”


We shouldn’t pretend
It never was there
Lies
It wasn’t even there to begin with..
Through the eyes of the darkened source I begin to breathe
The unsightly sights of this gruesome thing called love
Or hate the beach tames the waves like the eyes of the evil
Shuts out the light the dark light
Shining through out the life of these unborn humans
Walking around on sticks like life
Was supposed to happen
Do as told as told by the sights of weather
By the sights of life
Mindless beings don’t question who or why
Emotions only the way to excommunicate to the life it once was
Back again to see the blind.
Down to the river to drown the life
That wasn’t supposed to be the walking on sticks
Through the eyes given by love I see the mindless
I noticed the unforgiven.
I forgave. The confidence once inside of my human
Left long again with his words of hate
Cruel words spit at me like water on the fire of love.
if its true let me be the cruel letters spilling from the lips that
claim to withhold the power of love.
How can one object hold the power to life and death.
Hate and love all from one place
Where did these humans get the ideas?
How is it possible to believe in such hate and claim to love
Or is all hate and lies through the eye of the beholder?