Workaholic

It’s weird how addicting work gets
Who would’ve thought neurons firing from a wildfire of ideas could feel so damn good

Stress - it’s a matter of opinion
To some it’s a crumbling devastation that folds you up
But to others it’s the spark plug of motivation to never fail

Problem is…an overdose of work can leave you dumb and drooling on the floor - D.E.A.D.

You Make It Easy

You make it easy, what is, to some, so hard

The hand of some angel that touches you, seems to guard 

The impossible tasks and difficult moments

The living proof of that Midas touch

 You live life while others seek the reasons

The answer is so simple when you don’t seek it

Is luck a myth?

A myth that explains the unexplained?

 To some it’s strange when things go our way

They believe fate is the hand controlling the strings in some puppet play

 Ups and downs, start to finish

The universe will balance the existence of chaos

 So read these words and take them to heart

Because the you is I and the rest who are quick to draw 

What Day Is It?

today is tomorrow and yesterday today

i wouldn’t trade tomorrow for today

yesterday is not needed, so throw it away

i am for today, i am for the moment

we are the crusade sent to plunder

Though i am indifferent, still i deliver

3 a.m. or noon today, the time does not suffice

in years it’s dissipating, rumbled by the thunder

know what the under cover smells like

where the rebels go

seems like the more we are achieving

the closer we are to leaving this world

Free Formed Views of Irony

On a stretch of road,

Between dusk and dawn

Make sure not to listen too lazy

When I have no assurance, except my own two fucking legs

There’s no time for romance

I’ve already got one in my head

With opportunity smiling at me

Hoisted on shoulders of my friends

I won’t stand there like a statue, or be caught dead

This don’t mean I’ve lost my body, just ‘cause I lost my head

I just use the strength inside, enough to break my trends

Reading is a ridiculous gift, the cat’s got your hat 

The fish in the bowl that don’t shut up

Life seems so easy moving in rhyme

Sometimes that’s how we get by

Lay the truth on the table

Throw lost hopes in the trash 

All I need is a little sanity

And I know it’s at home somewhere 

Fresh Air

Hiking in mountains can be so invigorating
Fresh air doesn’t come for free in this big city, but I like to go that pace, lazilly
Make sure I don’t miss a detail I pass, although I don’t really pay attention
From a birds eye view it’s really not that far
Only 3-D perception can explain me as a phenomenon
 Running has its rewards when I wipe that sweat away to look back at what I have outrun
Eventually it’ll catch up, unless I want to run forever
Which isn’t so bad when you live near the beach
It takes time to absorb the sun, this is where I catch my breath
Hidden from the shadows in the big spotlight
But it’s not all fame and fortune, for cancer comes here
Thriving in the ego’s delight
It’s easy to ignore, you can block it with dreams
Riches galore and hidden corners of the world
I remember the air up North in Michigan
The time during fall when the dew is just barely forming crystals
As the temperature dances on the door of freezing
It as if the cool air cleanses your longs and soul
You remember how it feels to be alive
Fresh Air