a poets job. a poet serves to describe his surroundings in perfect detail. to simplify the extraordinary. to make all things understandable.distinguished. to make all sacrifices worth while. to give love to where ever love is needed. and courage to where ever fear lurks. lightness in darkness. space along pathways. thoughts and dreams. visions as memories. everything as truth and disparaging all that is wicked. taking hold of the moment. where ever a moment exists. could exist right now for you. could have existed a long time ago for another. could existed the first time you got off a girls panties and then had no idea what to do next. or the first time you put your foot on the gas and felt that engine connected to your leg and hands. or the first time you recognized peoples differences in skin color. your first dog. your last cristmas. when you got fired. when you got hired. or when you got hired and when you got fired. depending on your point of view.

we've all got questions and we've all got answers. we keep them to ourselves because nobody wants to hear another persons answers to their questions. and nobody wants to be asked for anything. do it yourself or it won't get done. thats always been the way I've seen things. if you sit around and wait. then you're going to sit around and wait. fucking hell. where are we? not this again...