Chain-Smoked 3 cancer disasters and I wrote this.....

Well, I went to Darrell's curb side and wrote this... it may mean nothing but it felt like something when I wrote it... WORLD... ENJOY!

sitting late on a curbside with my pen as a friend
thinking of love and loss and how they'll never end
smoking my pack away one drag at a time
yearning for something, somewhever, probably lost in time
alone is my number, that's zero for one

stimulated by addictions i'll never be free of
an addiction to feel more that just one

pacify my thoughts with hope and solace
both of which i am certain will never come
but somewhere somehow, a god is sending me a sign
to move foward and push on

i listen intently with my mind opened wide
to find a vision to drive something deep inisde
inside the electronic elxplosion that rupture my brain
inside the heart that pumps vile blood in my veins

i don't know where i am going, and don't have a fucking clue who i am
but i know i must push onward with every breath that i can
i know i love my minutness in every possible way
and i'll step closer to solace every fucking day

- love. J.M.