I can beat my chest with the best of them
My pride consumnate and sharp enough to cut you
Somethimes then I know things
such things that fear grips me and makes me still
My visions and yo0ur left handed promises
were enough to kill a greater man than I
speak then or be silent
know then or be left ignorant by choice
I only wish for ignorance, grace in stupidity
grace my shortcoming, without which I would be any other
and so many.
I lose count
Some day I hope to write without vodka
some day I could create wtihout destroying
build without first tearing down
but that is not yet for me
Maybe for the best then
Words flow with abandon faithful and free
a faith I don't possess
And yearn for so strongly
Come prove to me then.  Give me sight, give me strength
yea though I dwell in the valley of death I shall fear every evil
For my rod and my staff are my own to do with as I will
Grace I must create
Soothing and smooth if I make it so
or jagged and hard
I don't deal in hate but I'm dealt it so often
Calm and serene as I want to be
Nirvana as the gospel of non-existence
Calls again and I answer only to be left cold on the receiver.