Augustus Gatlin Poems

Violence is like the stalker that you never want to meet. You worry day and night for your inadequate greet, as you spend your life in a zone of safe conscience you realize that is not okay, for as violence can attack at any moment you still try to keep your mind at bay.

Once you are in jeopardy, the experience never leaves you for it is as deadly as mental insanity that feeds on you. You beg for the pain to escape, but linger does it do until it gets its change to finally abolish you.
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The feeling that I have is one many receive. This feeling I get whenever I contrive a simple essence of a sample that hallucinates my eyes. The feeling is a rush that have when its taken, lazy or ecstatic my body is left shaken, waiting for the next time my ecstasy is taken.

Thrills and chills I have even when its near, to harness that power it brings me, one of a rocketeer. I feel as though it is my friend even though it my seem as a frienemy, or may it is just my fiend a truly sneaky enemy. Oh ecstasy my ecstasy, why are you forbidden for me, why are you the one I want but is forbidden to see. Oh ecstasy my ecstasy you are fun for me, but we can not be for others my see what it means to be apart, or never together from the start.
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Dreams do not turn to dust. They simply disperse away from you, for as you are in pursuit of those dreams they seem to never come through. You try and try to but things would not say, and as you think about life, you realize how karma's a witch, and prays she stays out of your way. I try to stay way from you karma because my God is all I need, to stay focus on my dreams, and finally succeed.

I can handle the stress of trying to succeed, for my God I feel as though this is my plead, to accomplish something that I can calm as mine, so now, but eternal, that last from the end of time.
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