Birthday was 11-13. Reflections.

Life is moving fast,
I stopped flying on your pass.
I got tired of risking it.
I got tired of missing it.
Life has all been on the mobile,
Moving slower than quickly,
Moving faster than that decade
We called influence.
I read that always wasn’t necessary,
That I was low on my library.
Cause all I had was knowledge,
All I knew was knowing.
Life has kept up this pace.
Fast has been the secret place.
Been running low on space,
Got to many pictures
To hold onto.
Got to many memories
Of You.
Fast and loving at the same
Hard and true with a little bit
Of kind.
I was a little high on the addiction.
I was a little confused by the tension.
How could You really be in control,
How could You really let me live
This slow?
It has only been mobile,
Life in the solo.
It has all been a fast paced
It was always about those
Memories You used to keep.
All about those histories
We would someday read.
I was never to great at sitting still.
It was much better to find the thrill.
I needed Your grace, it could never
Be affordable.
I needed Your love, it has to be
I need Your truth, it has to cost
I needed some proof, it can’t
Be everything.


Trapped in the
Tired cause I stayed
Tied cause I left,
Left in a rush with
It, Left you in the
Hush of it.
Got caught up in the
Lust of it,
Wanted a new rust
On this.
Shaved it off by
Time, with the mine,
All my belongings on the
On the
Bottom oval.
I was after the white.
No house.
Politics of the
Modest mouse..
Were we ready,
Or just present?
Were we better,
Or just the only one’s?
Going back is for this.
But life is forward
And so is green.
So is mean and lean.
New Sabotage
Or new garage?
New way of living.
That old house wasn’t giving.
I am not sure what it all means..
But I take pride in getting there.
I take a lot of Joy and pride in the process,
And the journey.
But these capital letters
They are faded,
Cause meaning has become
Is church the next topic?
The next baby carrot?
To chase,
To circle,
To black without white
To home without house?
Isn’t it the same party
No matter who you are with?
Or this just all in my head?
Cause it was funny for a little bit,
Then, you were like..I am gonna stay
Here for a little while..
I thought I could get some extra from
You, thought I could go those miles for
You, thought this white had a house,
Had a mouse, had some corners,
Or is this your trap, and
Your fade back?


Atmosphere rearrange,

Music so strange,

Life is full of bigger screens,

But I’m chasing the unseen,

Finishing you off I could never 


Causing you to make the que,

Easier to never let go,

Cause I still got my head phones on,

And this love for the eschaton,

It never really went away,

But so do those sad days.

I wanted a brighter future,

Better furniture,

Why was that a mess?

Why did you call it like that?

WordPress just makes it one long


So this night is hot,

Burning me up Inside,

I thought I could hide,

I thought I could be the lied

To one.

I was just and then I was like 

You bought me tech, and 

The trek will be long,

I wanted this night to last 


Now you tell me it’s the atmosphere,

It’s the fading October air,

Cause it’s burden up in here.

I was lying ,

I wasnt telling the truth 

She still needs the one claiming 

This suit..

Now this night has me under ,

Cause Sunday will cause me 

Some thunder,

All those rules I’ve been breaking 

All the reasons I’ve been acting ,

It’s from running and getting high

Off of you ,

Cause I knew you were a bad memory

And I really knew it too.

I tried to get you to follow me ,

60 days of chaos,

Where I saw the dross,

Held the candle with it,

Knew the only sure seal 

Is the best kind of steal,

I’m not making it,

I’m just making it,

This style no one taught me.

I’m still that kid from 4th Street.

I’m still the one turning orange just 

To find you ,

Just to figure out that none of this 

Night will be remembered,

Your body though,

I got a lot of time to shred 

That memory too.

Atmosphere is here ,

So is this humid air.

Late for ya..

Keep time on me,

That song was free. 

Now I need more sleep,

But I got a heap.

Past lies, regrets,

And you, you are the last

One, the last song,

The last eyes I set myself on.

You are lovely, still will be,

Still got to, got to,

Keep time on me.

Welcome to Able Source

Thanks Clint for the picture. This was one of those..hey, need your picture real fast. This is the life I have been living and it has been nothing short of amazing. 2007 was when this blog started and you have been on this adventure with me. From Kansas City to California, back to Kansas City and now the last 5 years of living in L.A. A picture speaks for itself. #blessed.