M3T4PHYS1C4L H4CK1NG...

metaphysical hacking 
at that which I’ve entangled 
my “self”, on daily basis 

SH00T1NG MY S0VTH3RN G0TH1CC...

shooting my southern gothicc 
futurist buzzer shots at 
crooked rim not meant for swish 

1'V3 N3V3R CL41M3D P3RF3CT10N...

I’ve never claimed perfection - 
I’m a slumgullion stew 
of greater Appalachia 

D34TH F0R MY PHYS1C4L SH3LL...

death for my physical shell 
will come - not the end… more like 
jar breaking, freeing spirit 

PVLL1NG BR1GHTN3SS FR0M TH3 D4RK...

pulling brightness from the dark, 
beautifying the mundane, 
making marks for other monks 

0PP0RTVN1TY 1S N0T...

opportunity is not 
limitless when confined to 
physical form… make the most 

JVST 4N0TH3R S1MPL3-4SS3D...

just another simple-assed 
country boy that could’ve been 
trash, but became a dirtgod 

0VR P0W3R L1N3S W1LL N3V3R...

our power lines will never 
be tall enough to Xbox 
with god; I connect through heart 

TH3 0NLY 4R4B1C 1...

the only Arabic I 
know I repeat throughout the 
day - shit is good, god is great 

1 M4K3 MY P1LGR1M4G3S...

I make my pilgrimages 
to industry’s rusting mosques, 
and scribble my small prayers 

L1F3 G4V3 M3 4 H4RD SCR4BBL3...

life gave me a hard scrabble 
philosophy; dad always 
said, “boy, we are survivors” 

1 C4N'T C0NTR0L H0W 0TH3RS...

I can’t control how others 
regard me - their own filters 
distort in good or bad light 

34CH D4Y C4N B3 4 BL3SS1NG...

each day can be a blessing 
or a curse, depending on 
where focus gets directed 

H0P3 T0 B3 S1TT1NG 1N TH3...

hope to be sitting in the 
yard, watching world slowly spin 
round, once I’m too old to “work” 

0VR M4NM4D3 CR34T10NS SH0VLD...

our manmade creations should 
reflect nature, not oppose; 
our souls ain’t industrious 

WH4T W3 LVST F0R T0D4Y 3NDS...

what we lust for today ends 
up abandoned in pile a 
couple tomorrows from now 

F4TT3N3D W1TH M4T3R14L...

fattened with material 
burdens, we appear to be 
ghosts, even while still breathing 

CH4NN3L3D 1NT0 C0NSVMPT10N...

channeled into consumption - 
nothing but stoplights on the 
path of self-realization 

ST1LL TRY T0 PR4CT1C3 F1ND1NG...

still try to practice finding 
spirit while cultivating 
joy while surviving each day 

1 ST1LL 0NLY CL1MB L4DD3RS...

I only still climb ladders 
if they promise a brief taste 
of heaven, to fuel spirit