God again


what does the future hold? I’m callin out my heart’s bleeding.

boils in the depths


who knew freedom would be such a struggle

imagination


It’s strange being human sometimes. We want the best of all worlds. I want publicity but I want privacy. I want this but I want that too. I am being honest. I want them all. Perhaps that is being human — not knowing, and just doing. It’s what I do best. Just do. God. I pray that I find it soon. My way out. It’s there. The perfect world. The perfect way. I know I can make it. It will happen.

some thoughts


Sometimes I wonder what infinite is,

And why I ever limited myself.

My friends are not friends,

I don’t care for them a bit.

I want to succeed, I want to prevail,

In my way and in my fashion.

I fear I am wrong,

My conscience eats me,

But when will I be free?

I don’t care for social progress,

I don’t care for the glory,

I care for being me,

Satisfying my spirit,

Satisfying my vanities,

And being the expression God intended me to be.

I want to be free.