Sitting here watching The Last Days Of Left Eye (again) and it pains me every time I watch this, though I’m fascinated by it at the same time. I don’t think I ever truly subscribed to the belief in omens until I watched this doc. Maybe I have though, if I believe in karma?….In any case, through watching, I learned of her journey to find peace but sadly I don’t think she was ever successful in doing so. From the beginning to the end, it seems not only her mind but her soul was at unrest. Her journey to Honduras was meant for her to find clarity, but that was meant with dark premonitions that she couldn’t fully express. I couldn’t imagine being chased by something/somethings so dark and having them actually manifest. Her death has always bothered me because no matter how much controversy she caused, she wasn’t a bad person. I mean as children, we’re taught that bad people suffer consequences but what about those who are good or those who have good intent but harbor trouble souls. What about them? I have always felt troubled by Lisa’s death because I am convinced that as much as an effort that she gave, that she never found peace. There was never any closure, her journey cut short by a horrific accident or by an unfathomable act of God? Like her death, my feelings surrounded will remain unresolved. I just hope her soul truly is at rest now.

Long kisses good night never meant anything

Without the warm side of your pillow in the morning

Traces of your scent, never lost from my memory

Without the graze of your thigh on mine

I’m ashamed to say, my bones are yearning

Crippled my heart, words, won’t talk, legs, refuse to walk

Out of open doors, just the hope if open arms for me to run into

 I could choreograph chorus lines with the lines you tell

It’s funny,

 the road to nowhere always led me back to you

Walking Contradiction

never lost in my diction

the love we had was only meant for fiction

We way past intervention they don’t make a cocktail for this

This shit is wicked like number 9 potions, black magic evokin’

Pre (or Fuck) Harry Potter Expecto Patronum, Expect you’ll get lonesome,

Expect you’ll get on some, expect you’ll moan some but not from me

Not anymore

See

no spell could put me under as deep as you had me

falling backwards into an abyss of stupidity

I climbed out only to discover that your

web

Excuse me

Our web is endless