Signs

Today a friend needed help.
Her friend was hurt and in trouble.
I just so happened to be hanging out with her when this trouble happened.
She didn't have a car.
She didn't have a ride.

I did.

I drove her and her boyfriend out to the park where this boy said he was.
But he didn't say where exactly IN the park he was.
We searched for about an hour.
Finally, me and her boyfriend found him laying in a bush.
He was in shock from loss of blood.

His left wrist was slashed all the way down to the tendons and bone.
We drove him to the hospital against his will.
He finally gave in and went inside.

They turned him away when he refused to give his personal information.
I drove them back home.
But by this time he had stopped bleeding and seemed to be ok.
I went home.

Now as fucked up as this all is.
It sparked my mind.

Some people believe in coincidence.
But some people belive in signs.

Now as far as i'm concerned, religion is fucked beyond belief.
But I was in the right spot, at the right time, with an exact purpose.
That boy could have been hurt so much worse, or done more harm to himself if i didn't get there when i did.

I'm not convinced in a higher being.
But for the record right now...

I thank god i was where i was, when i was, doing what i did.

Matthew Peterson "II"

Blind and shapeless,
to the world,
only a blur,

In reality, a cocktail of denial,
only to be corrected
by the mist
of unknown, glass-clarity

the starry array of uncertainty
and utter, dismal haze

The suits, tees, and shirtless,
amiable at best,
wandering inconclusively,
through all-bearing turnmoil, lust, and
almighty despair

to only yet,
be saved by the shady
hand of the haze as one,
and know truly nothing,
of the motives of past

~Written by Matthew Richard Peterson

Matthew Peterson

Within the confines of the depth
My mind, this beer, his soul
We bring along the pep
Dice, Roll
Togetther the laughing commences,
Drunk sex
Long nights
Lower your defences
Days spent dying
Nights spent the same
No more lying,
Cheating,
Stealing.

Tonight....

Depth? Soul? Pep?

No.... Tonight we roll

~Inspired by Matthew Peterson
~Written by Christian Nathanial

RocknRolla

"You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls.
You will notice that one of your personallities is seduced by the illusions of granduer.
A gold packet of king size with a regal insignia
An attractive implication toward glamour and wealth
And a subtle suggestion that cigarettes are your royal and loyal friends,

And that pete, is a lie

Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion
Written in bold, boring, black and white is that statement that these neat little soldiers of death are in fact trying to kill you,

And that pete, is the truth

Oh, beauty is a beguiling call of death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of it's sorrow

That that starts sweet, ends bitter
and that that starts bitter, ends sweet.

That is why you and I love the drugs...

Now, please, pass me a light"

~Johnny Quid

Insomniatic Lunatics

Have you ever noticed that when the beauty of dusk disapears, and the calm of night sets in, life is no longer relevent. The minutes pass unencumbered and unnoticed. Love you feel during the day is amplified yet distant. Family no longer exists. The moment is all that matters.

The moment exists just for you.

And when sleep fails to come as it often does for me, your thoughts consume you. Your love is either much more valuable, or not as important as you thought. Friends can be amazing, or easily forgotten. Your self worth plummets, or sky rockets out of sight.

Dignity was never an option.