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If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself. — Albert Einstein.
I'm just a rambler on this road we call life. I write what I feel, mostly for future songs. Always seeking wisdom. @bryce_ink
If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself. — Albert Einstein.
Change can't come soon enough. I'm stuck in a vortex Twirling and swirling with bad attitude. This is not working. Never has been.
"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." -Martin Luther King Jr..
I set out on a course for life I ramble To find a better way to fly When I get there I hope that my life will be okay My sorrows All are washed away I bleed I dig my hands in the earth Build a...
"This is going to be a long friggin' day". -BZC.
Forced to grow up Age sixteen Parents on the rocks Made me wanna scream Thrown to the dogs Police on the beat Hassled me for living And stealing food to eat Made a wrong turn somewhere along the...
Lester the jester Tell me a joke Can you disappear In a puff of smoke It's time to do What you're hired to do Now pull a flower From out of your shoe Do some backflips Sing me a song I don't want...
Wipe your eyes Crumbling tears Crackling lids Morning is near Sun comes up Guns a blazing Grit my teeth Squint in amazement Weak as death Not sick or old Working hard To crack the mold Remember...
Here we go again. Another plaque adding, Family faking holiday. A lost cause. I sure am thankful that I didn't die though. I don't have the flu yet...
In every place At some time There will be war Molecules bounce Randomly collide Create conflict On the street In the mind In nature lurking The earth quakes Ground shakes Fire bakes...
I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep past eight o' clock in the morning again. c. 2012. BZC.
"If you get up on the wrong side of the bed; get back in and exit from the other side." -MrBryce c.2012 BZC.
Twenty five years Phil worked on the line Feeling fine Twenty more days Until Phil retires An industrial hero Twelve hours more Until twenty four Phil punched out Two miles drive Phil thought...
Wind came up fast, pushing dew off the long dune grass, onto my face. I looked away from my daydream only to find you standing in front of me; Proof that angels really do exist.
Kill it, spill it wheeler dealer. Feel it underneath. Smell it, spell it feature creature. I'm saying what I mean. I am the sky when it's burning red. From flames into fire, Into my head.
Roooaaar. Here comes the old man in his shiny, red car. She's a classic. Her washes her three times a day. Obsessed with looking at his reflection in the paint. He can't get enough.
Aches and pains My brain swells.
I long to sleep under the open sky again. To face the unknown wilderness. I contemplate. I sit. Nothing to do but live. A few tools at my disposal and nature. It's everything but true love to me. c.
In a dream I went walking. Had a bad day. Flying leaves hit my face, scuffling their edges on my cheek. Sadness turned into words, And words came that were sad. For life tames the melancholy tone.
A walk in the woods A nice relief From the day to day strains on my brain. Keeps me from going insane. Frost on the flowers They'll die today c. 2012 BZC.
When I was comin up, I was always in trouble If there was a lie to tell, I'd be there on the double. my parents didn't know what to do with me, So they left me.
I wake up to the hum Alarm clock ringing Stench of exhaust Nostrils are stinging I don't want to work today.
Flee if you can The beast is on your back Don't turn around Might lose what you found Small as a flea Try to untangle the web The spiders fangs drip with relaxation Back on the run Into a different...