Me, A-Z.

real quick, take a second, i’ll recite you my alphabet

Angels in the air, when you feel that little tug on your soul telling you you’re doing just fine.

Brothers, maybe blood, maybe not, just some guys who have your back without a thought.

Cold winds blowing through a forest at night, bring you peace just to know that they’re there.

Dangerous places with dangerous people, having fun at the risk of your life.

Epiphanies that make life so much easier.

Frost on the leaves and the smell of ice on the air.

Grizzly wintergreen, full can, and someone to bum a dip.

Hazel eyes with that oh-so-mysterious hint of green.

Ignoring everyone and doing what they said you couldn’t.

Just being more than anyone expects.

Kittens.

Love, man. All you need is love.

Morbid fascinations, just for fun.

Never saying die.

Oregon sunsets with pine tree scent.

Portland, and trust me, i have my reasons.

Questions i have the answers to that i probably shouldn’t.

Romancing a girl, just because i’m so damn good at it.

Sappy love poems that get me laid.

Two personalities in one brain that get along with eachother.

Unbelievers suddenly believing

Vaginas. do i need to specify why?

Wind strong enough to make me forget.

X, when used to represent the kiss of a beautiful woman.

You, warm against me. you know who you are.

Zanzibar’s. god, i love that place . . .

Life Goes On. . .But My Bullet’s Faster

Hot sand and sweat beads in eyebrows
just gotta keep your head down
everybody’s praying to someone
no atheists in a foxhole
but no foxholes in hell.
You dodge, you weave, you close your eyes
you pray that the tug on your pants was just the wind.
you sweat some more,
like your trying to leave as much of you behind, just in case.
no matter what happens, life goes on.
for someone.
Face in the dirt, there’s gotta be some way to be smaller.
Canteens and fatigues are just part of the day,
driving trucks and killing time,
but there’s a bit more to it than that.
pull up, sight in, center mass
life goes on. . .

But my bullet’s faster.
Frost

My Crowbar Beats Your Ego.

I speak softly, hold my tongue to teeth
hope i don’t bite to draw blood
you’ve got money, power, and cars
I’ve got a brunette with a knowing stare
and a redhead with a mischievous grin
You’ve got you’re solidarity, keep it, man
I’ve got a split personality with a violent past
and way too many neurosis
I’ve got memories you’ll never dream of
and a scar that you’ll never need
I’ve got the experience of life to back me up
the perfect place to take a swing,
and the perfect one to put my hand.
you make them smile with diamonds and gold
i make them moan with passion
and nothing but a bit of skill and more talent than you’ll ever have.
you think you can hurt me?
little boy, you don’t even know about pain
i’ve seen it, i’ve felt it, i’ve dealt it, friend
and you know what you are?
you’re a dollar sign without a name.

My crowbar beats your ego.

fuck you.
Frost.