Gentlemen. Those who know me, know that every now and then I get real. As best I can. Lately, nothing expresses my reality as well as the poetry I write. These spaces are the first places I’ve begun to let it out. Like it or not, here it is. *Wanna Be Guy* I wanna be the guy that outlived his past i wanna be the guy whose trama didnt last I want to be a man Who learned to be kind i want to be a soul that left the gristle behind But I’m here in the kitchen and I drink and I pace And I live in the past and watch my mind race It races with thoughts of dirt that I’ve done But I no longer think That it’s cool that I won My thoughts take me there But I step out and I see That instead of despair I chose to be me. But my past is a pit where I stand on the edge i have to admit its a thrill on the ledge There’s some thrill at that height that brings me back down as those who relate End up in the ground And though I survived i feel hopeless a bit because im stuck inbetween that ledge and the pit. I’m stuck there perceiving a life I let go And I keep on deceiving all the people I know. The deeds that I’m keeping that are too hard to see im keeping the ugly even from me. I want to be the man who can hold all this shit but all I understand is that I forgot how to quit. I endured real carnage and then laughed at my fate Now im left with a vantage That few can relate. So I pace and I drink and I write these things down I pace and I drink And I let myself drown. Jcr 05/26

The scared people of the land thought it was sorcery. They had no idea of the hours he spent honing his skills to the point he could overcome any obstacle no matter the size or complexity. #discipline #courage #knowing