It’s time to go hard, never ever again to be a bystander

Pushing my creativity on people harder than politicians when they pander

Emotions up, feelin stronger than Bane

Too late, pushed the button and got the venom flowing through my veins

“Oh you think darkness is your ally?”

Your in the funhouse now, with no light except the fellow fireflies

It’s too late, you done let us in

Each verse is sharpening my axe

Not paying attention to depression like Capone did to a tax

Over the counter is the only thing destroying my liver

Focused on writing over the River

Ct Fletcher with the rhymes

Pushin other poets like “Command you to grow!” With each line

#bane #batman #weight #poetry #yowie #wowie #firefly #funhouse #bystander #Capone #creativity

Sittin alone, figurin just what to do

Grass is cut, some wire stripped and contemplating what’s next in this solitude

Had a late breakfast that wasn’t much

With this time of day, gotta eat a small lunch

Trucks roaring in the background while listening to a red head from Kentucky

Wailing about struggles in the mine and born in a life so unlucky

It’s funny, while taking a sip

And thinking about things for a bit

How crazy it is that a drunk man from Alabama

Could’ve inspired so many in different genres that make up true Americana

Downing another bite

Flavors blending together is such a delight

Sweet and savory is my cue

While some time to grammatically grow is overdue

Crawling into the pit

Of inspiration to dwell and never quit

Bags empty glass half full

A bag of Dukes is never dull

Feeling a slight kick of energy

After some peach sausages and Iced Tea

#dukessausages #sweettea #lukethedrifter #drunkman #heathen #lunch #lunchtime

It's part of the process,

Hard to force a way out of the nonsense,

So much stuck in my head,

Feeling like I'm dead,

Gotta find a way to get over this instead,

Cause I feel like I'm broken,

Difficulty with words that need spoken,

Grief is a dirty word,

Flightless like an injured bird,

An unexplainable dependence,

Will I ever find acceptance?

Won't ever indulge in self affliction,

Wrapped around myself in constriction,

A horrible relentless panic in need of some help,

Will someone help me regain myself?

Cause I feel like I'm broken,

Difficulty with words that need spoken,

Grief is a dirty word,

Flightless like an injured bird,

An unexplainable dependence,

Will I ever find acceptance?

Take it in and breathe,

You're okay, thanks to your team,

Focus more on what's around you,

Say more prayers than you already do,

You need to mourn,

To regain yourself, as if you were reborn,

Cause I am no longer broken,

What I needed to say is spoken,

Grief is made speakabl,

Soaring like a bald eagle,

No longer stuck in dependence,

I have found my acceptance.

#acceptance #stages #poetry #poet #justinsstories

If not treated properly you can be as bitter as a bar of soap

Sometimes the process goes wrong but there’s always hope

When brewed right and steeped with love

The flavor is a delight

Drenched in beautiful color and an attitude so bold

An intense attraction

That makes you a distraction

I just gotta have you with me

A refreshing body I need you more than now and then

I wanna take you in

I love cold brew

I drink you in with nothing extra and savor every sip

A smooth, sweet taste when given just right amount of sugar

Chocolate can change how you taste

What it does to me I can’t even begin to hide or fake

Drenched in beautiful color and an attitude so bold

An intense attraction

That makes you a distraction

I just gotta have you with me

A refreshing body I need you more than now and then

I wanna take you in

I love cold brew

if you haven’t noticed I’m not talking bout cold brew

Baby it’s all about you

#coldbrew #coffee #poetry #mocha #vanilla #stages

One day when the Good Lord calls my name,

And it's my turn to go home,

I'm gonna die a country song,

Whether it's a Wooden Cross on the Side of the Highway

Or He Stopped Loving Her Today,

I'm gonna die a country song,

It won't be trying to escape the Walls of Raiford,

Or Waiting with Twenty Five Minutes to Go,

Even still, I'm gonna die a country song,

May it never be that I Head Down to the Bottom,

But instead I Go Rest High on That Mountain,

When I die a country song.

#country #music #countrymusic #poetry #stages #death