Neon Street Signs

its cold this morning.
Woke up feeling the same exact way I felt each and every day since July 4th.
a chill as I feel winters grip on my spine and it tries to pull it from my back
puncturing my lungs on its exit, while a mild cough plagues me for not releasing the mucus off of my chest.

Dramatics at best sitting up at 7:40 in the morning after snoozing the alarm and a simple post had me up and wired and near tears filled with frustration and the words no more, no more, no more... flowing from my mouth drunk off of what is not instead of focusing on what is.

I don't have to like it, but I see it, Ive greeted it, it hurts because it was a jab with an army issued knife to the chest turned and run. and I wont need to pursue.

shoot it was lit up in street signs on Saturday and I never really wanted to except that. and as i predicted this morning it happened just like that.

So, right now... this vessel is nothing, for now its time to rebuild.
From scratch embedding the key element called DISCIPLINE and metal fortitude.

now where is my Rock, so I can greet this Neon Street Sign and now disown it.

-B.

Bottom of the Wine Glass

I don't like it when things are less than
ends up empty and then ends.

no light nor Illumination. right?

so I decided to gather up all the loose ends and put them into a vessle
pack it nicely and it will form steps to get me out of this lonesome
dark barrel that has scriptures and pictures of wants and needs task to complete and a tally of various works completed.

the barrel embodies me
and I at the bottom with the longest view above my head to reach for the skies.

So the focus is whats around me here at the bottom of my barrel
and there is no times to wait nor drown in the wine of sorrow.

a simple toast,
a sip.. and time to get to work.

-Brian K. Austin