I went there.

what is motivation,

when no one pushes,

where all the mouths have been spouted their corrupt tongues.

Why would my past never had me to let go,

to which all I may have still.

How did I get like so.

For the years may have treated me.

And the love that waned.

Nor any of all lust did try.

But only my pain was consistent and considered all attracted its intentions.

Or any of the wanting of my gains that lost on a whim of a bet.

Yet one life to know my love was there to begin and ended my needs that will never be given.

So, yes. 

I am here, 

’19 and no to my 14 when I got here.

Yet I lost all of my underwear in Frisco, 

has been East Hoser,

stayed a semi charged life in Very nice 

cozy bed in Roscoe Blvd via Saticoy st.

As would Bilbo, Frodo and Sam uttered,

 “I’m back”.


” how long this time around,

may time see to me,

and love my only light 

shines from morn to night. ”



®Artsydhude 97-19



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