sex, drugs, and rock & roll
why does this threesum always exist
to create the sickest and illest cacophony on the art scene
when i don’t need assistance being me
i create my existance
through phrases, lines and stanzas
notes,treble & bass
only accompany
my greatness
drugs never sleep with my creative
alcohol is a bonus additive
Vino the true device
to take me down
shut off the synapses
close the eyes
opening the soul
making dreams my new reality

a substance free creativity
so easy in my being
i allow it as heavenly message delivery
substance free imaginative streak
why is that so hard to strive to achieve
when did it become strange to see
sex and rock & roll with the Lucies and spliffs
Drugs & creative consciousness
Such a common partnership
I begin to wonder
if creativity was never God’s gift
But a seed to be watered
by temple damaging magic pills
liquids that get you lifted…

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when you said
i should be more like her
you voiced me dead
it never marinated in my brain
it just muffled around my head

my spirit began questioning
and quelling
its essence
i began to feel nonexistent
as my presence
was never good enough
never good enough for its own space
for its own stage

Dear woman with autumn in your hair,

Did you die your locs
For the freedom
Of the leaves in autumn…