And here we get to the part where I explain how I fucked up my four poems a month idea already. So, as you might notice on the page listing, I only managed three poems in January. Worse still, at the time of posting this I have only written two poems for February. And I only have a couple of days left. Maybe I will try to scramble a couple more up. But to be honest, I have already hit 2016s poem count x2.5 so I’m feeling pretty good about it regardless.

Even better, this poem is one of the better ones that I have written in recent years, so fuck yeah! I’m on a roll bitches!

Written on 02-02-2017 and 09-02-2017. Posted here in February 2017.


Peering, squinting, staring at the ocean of my life
tryna’ catch a glimpse past the glinting blue light.
Eye’s in the scope as I scream land-ho,
gotta wrangle this ship now, just get up and go.

So far my path has been a fast, long, scribble
Not some dotted line that just grows little by little.
But I as far as I’ve come I still feel that old niggle,
the whispers say: ‘the Journey’s not over just yet.’

Many times in my life have I seen this sight;
The boats of people's lives, just drifting with the tide.
With no steam a’risin’ from the top of the stacks,
they just sit back, relax and let the time elapse.

And maybe in the end my life will look the same
and I’ll be searching all around for where to lay the blame.
But as of right now I’m fighting just to try
to grab the world by the collar, look it right in its eye.

So I can scream out loud at the top of my lungs,
be heard by every single fucker, tell em’ live it as it comes!
Doesn’t matter what your life was about or where you’re headed
in the end it’s just exactly who and what have you affected.