WILD TIMES IN THE LIFE...

WILD TIMES IN THE LIFE OF A LOST SOUL FROM THE SCHOOL OF HARDKNOCKS.

I have the wildest imagination trapped in my mind; that's its cage.

My contemplations escape like slaves to the Underground Railroad until I provide their final resting place on a page.

It's not so easy to come by all of these considerations, and live to tell it, why, with all the provocations.

One might as well sign his own death warrant in exchange for satisfying intimate relations.

As a young boy I made an attempt on my life and didn't even know it.

I was just trying to be airborne when the shockwaves rippled through my bones that were not even broken.

I began volunteering for institutionalism due to a lack of consciousness probably even before middle school.

So I saw my fair share of cell walls, and closed doors, and counselors who all seemed to agree that I was more of a genius than a little fool.

I drove my mother to hate me, as a teenager, like any other who expressed a hatred towards mommy dearest, only because I was crazy.

I honestly never reserved much animosity for my father, even though I did feel some kind of way.

But it's rather difficult to not respect the future as presented through the premonitions I get nowadays.

There are a couple of bullets that I prefer to have diverted my way, without doubt.

And there are several women to whom I wish I had not even opened my mouth.

But there's got to be at least that one to take credit for my regret that it's a shame it never stuck.

And I was born poor but probably touched more money than maybe mostly everyone I know.

But what's a buck, when what you need is luck?

When what you need is faith?

When what you need is love?

When what you need is loyalty?

When what you need is respect?

In this lifetime we have options to bend, or compromise, or sway...

But the pressure is never enough to actually break your neck!

Copyright 2013 Antonio "Tone" Stone A.M.H