not one single moment

if i nevr was born,
then i wouldn't have done
so many stupid things
and so many wonderful things.
i don't know if one outweighs the other,
but i know in my heart that
not one single moment did i regret.

just because

another day

as the day died, it became apparent that nothing was going to get done today.
all the plans he had thought he could achieve
were cast out into the breeze,
and the actual idea of him finishing one thing,
making one call,
photoshopping one image,
was impossible.
so, instead of kicking himself,
he decided to lay back,
count it as a wasted day,
and relax.

FUTURE

not once

but twice

i heard him say

enough's enough!

with such dismay.

i tried to get a better look

but he was gone

and this time he took

the rest of it,

every single thing,

nothing was left

nothing more to see.

he'd packed it up

and swooshed it away

now i sit alone

nothing more to say.

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it's more than just a visual,

there's so much more to say,

it starts with sometimes blurred lines

of what it will portray.

it's high def, yet it's home made,

it's slick, yet

has some grain.

it moves in real time,

it doesn't waste

a single second

on disbelief.

like a roller coaster

it goes up and down

has your head spinning

yet in control.

never

he doesn't sleep
he barely stops
it's one more thing
then just one more drop.
it never ends
it barely sits
it's never tidy
it creates his bliss.
it's how he lives
it's the way he does it,
never stopping
endless hours
day and night
and ungodly hours.
but when he's through
he knows it's perfect
the way it should be
the way he worked it.
and if someone
around him says
he's a freak,
it's got to end,
then they haven't seen
the last of him,
for tomorrows just
another day
and one more plan
is what he'll make
to get ahead
to get on top
until the end
and then,
he'll stop.

he'll stop.