3:00 A.M. Poetry

Good morning world. I know it's still pretty early, but the early bird gets the worm right? It would appear the early writer gets the best ideas too.

The following was written using the notebook tool on my cellphone at 3:00 A.M.-ish this very morning. I tried to deviate from my norm a little and integrate a bit of dialect into the verses, which (in my humble and biased opinion) did a lot to help the flow of the poem as a whole. Hopefully, going out of my writing comfort zone paid off.

So without further ado, here it is folks.

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I'm Sensin'

I'm feelin' flames in my veins
I'm feelin' frost on my lips
I'm feelin' love on her breath
And her soft fingertips

I'm seein' Hell up ahead
I'm seein' Heaven behind
I'm seein' all of my friends
Walkin' on this same line

I'm smellin' cigarette smoke
I'm smellin' cold Cleveland air
I'm smellin' toxins and fumes
But I'm too young to care

I'm hearin' fights in the streets
I'm hearin' cries in the wind
I'm hearin' everyone say
That I ought to give in

I'm tastin' salt in my tears
I'm tastin' bitter defeat
I'm tastin' time quickly pass
Like the brief summer's heat

I'm sensin' all of these things
I'm sensin' life rollin' by
I'm sensin' doors bein' closed
Though I can't explain why

I'm thinkin' I need to change
I'm thinkin' this can't be right
I'm thinkin' there's no excuse
To keep fightin' this fight

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 Any critique is welcomed, as always.

Until the next time, world...enjoy.

Everybody's Workin' For The Weekend

Good afternoon, blogosphere.

So, I know everybody on here is all big into the whole "Random Tuesday" scene, so I figured "Hey, fuckers. I'm gonna go a different route."

I present to you...Random Thursday. I don't blog enough to make this little nugget of gold a WEEKLY thing, but I can probably pull monthly. Or bi-annually. Or centennially. 

Tell me this isn't an awesome idea.

I sincerely hope this isn't real, because if it is I'm going to Burger King for lunch. It's a respect thing. Oh, and by the way, the fine-print is HILARIOUS. "Thick and Hearty Steak Sauce"? Yeah, your mom has had one of these.

I honestly don't even know.

Does this need words?

And as a chaser to all this bullshit, I figured I'd throw in a random picture relating to the holiday spirit.

A redneck by the name of Steve who I used to associate with probably has this hanging on a wall in his home. As an aside, I don't think anybody else could get away with dressing like that. Ever.

Until next time, world...enjoy.