I have fucked up so many times in my life that it would take another entire lifetime to try and count them up. But every once in awhile I get something right…and it makes every mistake I’ve lived through seem worth while…it puts every challenge I’ve undertaken into a new perspective…it makes the trials, tests and tribulations of this human experience seem necessary. Sometimes I grow a little bit as a person, and suddenly I remember what it means to play a part in this constantly unfolding process, to feel, to truly be alive…
I almost forgot what it was to actually feel. But lately I’ve been getting a dose straight to the head/to the heart. Bring it on.
Also, sometimes I remember that my Father passed away fourteen months ago, and, out of nowhere, it breaks my god damn heart.
Eight poems published the past couple of days:
A Primal Roar – Of/With
The Enemy of My Enemy – Expound
Blood and Urine – Expound
System Malfunction – Expound
Memorabilia – Eye on Life Magazine
Adrenaline – Eye on Life Magazine
What I Want for Christmas – Eye on Life Magazine
Scott Thomas Outlar