The life & times of a teenage anarchist

Oh, We’re just dust covered americans

Just your average sort of folk

That grow up in the southern land

Hard worked and softly spoke

A beer in the evening

Every once in a while, a small and modest toke

Watching stars in the middle of the night

The world going round like a movie in our eyes

Blue jean jackets and boots on our feet

Just your average stranger in the street

The seasons come and the seasons go

The rain will fall and the wind will blow

We’re just dust covered americans, oh

Here I stand, With proclamations on tongue

Waiting to confess my love to anyone

Will you listen sister and brother

When I say, I’ll be here everyday, one after another

When moon gives to sun,

and when you need a friend, when you need love

I’m sick of the hate

I’m sick of destroying what I create

I will breathe life as I take it in

To the beauty I will give in

Will you follow me?

I’ve got a brother that left me and a sister I never knew

The only love I’ve ever known, split my heart in two.

So is it a crying shame or a damn waste of time

To spend every night with a pipe and a bottle of wine?

I smoke with a chaser of Canadian rye

they tell me, it’s gonna catch up to me

when I die

I breathe deeper

as the whiskey tastes sweeter

They tell me, Dalton, it’s going to kill you one day

And maybe that’s cause enough to give it up this time

But then again, we’re all dying , the only difference is time

So, brother, roll me a joint, pass me a glass

I will watch,

I will watch the time go past

“We should have dinner” doesn’t mean I want to get into your bed

I’m saying I wanna spend a nice night with you and maybe your friends

Or that I want to pay for a movie and talk to you instead

Get together, crack open a bottle of wine, and break bread

So please act like person, not a whore spreading her legs

I’m standing on the shoulders of giants that died with protest signs in hands

Tongues hanging out, with revolution on lips, All willing to gather for their stance

But they failed in method and maybe a bit of motive

We can’t work within a system that’s already broken

Peaceful protest is an outdated movement

Much like democracy and government

A foot, a backpack, a dream

A road, a forest, a stream

What doth lie in front

Is as broad as the sky

As deep as the ocean

Sink or swim,

fall or fly

Wish me luck,

oh wish me luck brother

I know I’m not consistent with this blog, I switch between bad poetry, mad ramblings, and my stupid feelings, but I just like to think the few people who still follow me, maybe I’ll get my act together and give you something awesome to read and see, maybe not, but thank you for listening, thank you all.

The hardest thing to cope with is realizing you’ll still think about them constantly even when you want to break up, when you need to break up. You’ve taught me the most important lesson of my life, love doesn’t mean you can be together, love doesn’t stop, love hurt me, love saved me, your gone now, and I’m moving on, but you’ll always be in my heart.