My Good Men
Feel free to shuffle yourselves
My good men
Dine with whom you deem fit
And quaff heartily
Feel free to develop peace of mind
My good men
Develop your own unique perspective
And meditate confidently
Feel free to smile openly
My good men
Drape your life with humor
And laugh heartily
Feel free to fall publicly
My good men
Dance fearlessly through life’s waltz
And die confidently
Silent
For those that speak quietly
I implore you to
Whisper into the night
Just loud enough that
The breeze could catch it
And move as a feather
Through the darkness
Past the awkward silences
And the sheepish smiles
That made you uneasy
Only moments prior
And land gently on her doorstep
Oh, I implore you
Gentle talkers
Whisper into the night
If only to alter something
Simple as silence
Without having to shatter it
Whisper.
You hurt.
You live.
You cry.
You love.
My God, you love.
You will make a difference. 
Drunk Van
“True I’m nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous, but why will you say that I’m mad?”
If Pat would slow down around these goddamn corners
I could finally have a chance to get a grip,
A hold, a chip, a sip, another
Another round,
Cause
The ties that bind intercoursed minds
Intertwine into inebriated times
Ant’s cocked & rambling but
Wanaka’s a pipe dream of his creation
Amazing how mazes could haze communication
Amazing how spaces could phase an imagination
Amazing how crazes could be unheard from back nation
Amazing how that alcohol could fuck with your concentration
A band of brothers burnt out
Bound by imbibation
Broken cones, bubbling sun & dehydration
Cause ecstasy burns, turn
Burn, Burn
Bright around these bends
Curving between bluffs and breaks
Burn, Burn
Beeping over bridges
& Bellowing in our wake
For this fatigued few
Falling apart from the sinews
Forever forwarding on
Cause fuck it, the dream continues...
