just thinking.

writing just to write, speaking from my mind through my pen record my insight, constantly on search for the light, escaping through words trying to loose baggage, i find solice in my element and project expression through my verbige, living hell or heaven, depends on the perspective, if the constant state is bad then it must have been good retroactive or vice versa, working progressively forward ignoring inertia, taking steps on stepping stones while stepping through stones, aching back bones, tired wish i was retired, so much resistance form this constant tug-o-war,got me stuck in the same space not getting toofar, life takes money, money takes life, i try to stay sharp but lately my blades been a dull knife,stabs for capital, lifes a battle indeed a beautiful struggle, were all 6 feet and under in the end, yet we continue to pretend, break and amend, if its all the same whats the purpose of creating a name or a legacy, am i that vain that even when ive passed i need you to speak of me, maybe, but for what thousands of greats have passed all for muck, lincoln freed the slaves but nodody is truely free,civil war has ended yet still theres death on our streets, from our guns and our bullets, seems as if nobody really cares, ammuniton , fuel for hatred when we spray is the only thing were willing to share, me takes care of me,govt takes care of them, i try to lend a hand"but your taking the whole arm my man", drowning in my pints of hops and barley, sitting, waiting in vain like marley , these thoughts to myself, my soliloquy.