Woeful soul, never trying to lie, but walling off my secrets
Hiding what I know will break down the walls
Opting to retain—
Weather the storm.
And in the dry season,
Building dykes
Impulsive, inspired, innovated, masked as an anarchist
As easily seen as heard, my words are often misheard
Many bodies lay in my private cemetery, deep being a mask of my disguise
— Lucas M.-Throughout my stay, I struggled within my days, going through many a phase.
Between the highs and lows
In moments of brutal clarity
Perplexed by action and inaction
Obsessed with changing my ways
Lost again in my own mind
Another type of deep inner torture
Resigned to chase another extreme
My thoughts race far away
As an inferno sparks to life
Nothing and no one is spared or safe
Insanity ceases, if for only moments
Chaos and pain in my wake
Demented darkness deep inside
Everything that weighs on the soul
Prying eyes shocked at the sight
Recessed behind the heaviest veil
Eventually thrust upon the world
Subdued and seated for the ride
Soon all will be over and done
Inevitably the veil will fall
Virtue and kindness will prevail
Everything built on love will be all that remains
My brain craves balance
Utilizing a pharmaceutical arsenal
Settling the highs, raising the lows
To reach a state of induced calm
Consciously, I know that it's ceased
As the smoke clears, it becomes simple
No shortcut to peace lasts past the buzz
True serenity comes with time, work, and healing
Loyalty beyond comprehension and reason
Overtly sharing, understanding and caring
Voicing praise and giving thoughtful advice
Elevating those around and spreading joy endlessly
Dangerously balancing on the edge
Removed from a life long lost
Urges to change at all costs
Gashes in a life story and ashes fall down
Substance to combat sorrow, trading thought of tomorrow for momentary peace
Dependent on
truth
and communication
Except when it
echoes
blank limbo
Lost
in
thoughts of past martyr
Inventing the
thoughts
of using maximum
Regard for
sanity
drops as the umbra
Initiate explorer
escaping
any quarrel
Under a
heavy
tarp, knowingly iconoclastic
Many have been here, few
return
, and there’s no trophy.
Despite government sanctions and back-and-forth,
Another one inhaled, another day failed.
Regulated for potency, not safety.
Today I don't quit, an all-too-common mantra.
— Lucas M.While willy-always and forever will,
Heart to face changes your face.
Innocent plant can be poisonous,
Living didn’t consider a day off,
Even for a moment.
— Lucas M.He knows where to get ahead
He's never thought about the pits
He'll leave this lifestyle behind
Hell is where he's from, the Go-To Man
— Lucas M.From my first rememberable breath I've had a spark.
Innocent to this, I've flashed a burn through life.
Recently I've had to boot up, not to be counted out.
Every enemy everywhere will taste the heat, I won't play sweet.
— Lucas M.