Tooth and Nail

Tooth and Nail In this space, this world we have created, it is - for most – a very slippery slope that seems – for many – to be frustrated by this feeling – there is very little hope. Upon the edges of this world – scars of mans attempt – fingernails ripped from his hands. Upon the edges of this world – craters from teeth attempting – hanging by the skin of, from underneath. On this world – from man’s shadows chained – all that fate, karma, choices made, nothings gained, for in the end, what is it that will remain ?, that when we look back, be considered sane. My words, my thoughts dance to a different drummer, this places me on the outer edges, making life a bummer. Life seems to exist on the fringes of winter – seldom summer sings its songs to my ears – seldom a joyful hummer will I be, for you see, I dance to a different drummer ! Doing so, I can find no band in which I might play because my tunes touch most, reach none – nothing stays categorized, for me – no place to belong – stark are my days. In this world – life for me – to be on my own. Journeys, adventures – life for me – all alone as I fill my days – empty – in my little home with little light reflecting from my shiny chrome. And so, for those who care, or care to see ?, there is little I say, I feel, that could be a full representation, a complete picture of me. Lost in the subconscious blackness – an obscured sea. B. J. “A ” 2 March 3rd 2006