Category Archives: fight

dropfoot nation

Posted on June 29, 2019 by jaybeasley2

do what you know you have to so get there right now, overhead there is a source of light, penetrating this darkness, framing a lost direction, off in a color entirely suprising and optimal in motivation and energy given, testing … Continue reading →

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frosted windows

Posted on January 26, 2016 by jaybeasley2

Forgetting that not everyone is Righteously immune to this biting chill Opening the door. No coat. Standing there as long as the nerves allow Tiny shivers that destroy your hard-headed mindset Equal parts motivation and determination Doing all the things … Continue reading →

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RANT

Posted on October 20, 2015 by jaybeasley2

When life goes into double overdrive You have options There is always Giving up, but nobody chooses, unless You have already been so beaten down that You cannot face it anymore. And you can See it in the look that … Continue reading →

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and not sleeping

Posted on September 6, 2015 by jaybeasley2

anticipation is now a friend who nicely waits around the corner every day and takes the mind for a walk when nobody else is looking yet sort of similar to offering to hang out every night when there is only … Continue reading →

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heavy

Posted on April 27, 2015 by jaybeasley2

I find a way I trouble and worry I can’t believe What I woke up to today I have to be mad I saw what you did I witnessed it You have no excuse You know how low Those last … Continue reading →

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hold (bone ten twenty three)

Posted on April 18, 2015 by jaybeasley2

but what did you expect to say? one day you wake up and you’re not on top of the world even your bones have bled the plants you cared for have all ended their lives by going out the front … Continue reading →

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