Getting Funky

I don’t mean funky in a good way, I mean getting funky like the funk, the fog, the deep dark spiral is near. I can feel it coming on. I cling to the few days of normalcy I have just experienced before it comes back to plague me. I know it is coming because prettyContinue reading “Getting Funky”

I am Dreaming

I’m hurt, this body’s wearing thin A beautiful mistake I’m living in I’m tired, sometimes I fantasize They push me out to sea Coins on my eyes Family, friends say goodbye Say goodbye I’m hurt, not hurt enough to die See I was born to raise, born to fight I’m tired, not tired enough toContinue reading “I am Dreaming”