Thursday, June 11, 2015
People say what happened to him, he ain't scared that just his muscle spasm. Never scared of anything, willing to face what is killing him. He may be down, but he always puts back on his crown, high like a drone sitting upon his thrown. He has fought more wars then most generals. Won a war that almost cost him his genitals. No thrills, on pills, no hills, just making lead way on his chair popping wheelies on two wheels. Hits the nitro but is held back from the chemo. Wants to blast by ya but first needs to hit the blood plasma. Damn now it's gotcha...was hoping it would be a boost but nada, falls to his knees and prays to the porcelain god "please no more nausea". Wish the pain would sustain, but the brain is ready to just enter the Astral plane. This is not a tap out, this is a never ending bout, that's about winning without a doubt. I'm a Warrior to the end, will you continue to fight with me JDM warrior friends? #JDMwarriors
My eyes close as I enter in a cloud mace, can't see ahead, in a really dark place. Thoughts flow like a leaky faucet. They are down in the drain damn...I lost it. Trying to get back to the surface but taking on water. All this is making me a martyr. I can see the light just afraid it might be the end of my fight. I want to enter but don't want to leave. My family and friends need me. It's like a stacked deck of cards that need shuffling, but the only cards shown are love and suffering. I deal with what I am dealt, but wish I could beat it like my father did me with his belt. They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. If that's true then i need to figure how to conjure. Maybe it's down deep inside, or maybe I just need more God by my side. Maybe the pain actually is making me weaker. Maybe I'm just like those thug rappers who whine through the speaker.