STRANGE NEW DAYS...

In the past, when I was hooked up by that unusual woman who was the receiver of many of my poems, I used to describe the Strange Days -of course after Jim's song- as those days when I got lost in the fumes of paint thinner and Mary Jane. Now, Strange Days in my life, are basically those ones where I don't know where the fuck am going, what I am doing, nor what or who for. Today became a Strange Day, after realizing something's going on in this new cycle of life, and I'm not sure I want to back off from a woman that seems inspired, moved, touched, honored, by my words. Yes, I mean my poems. That hadn't happened in a long time -surrounded by shallow, stupid, senseless females in an artificial, superficial environment, not a hard thing, really-. Anyways, there is a someone, trying to get in the way, and it is his right. Should I give up? Or should I prepare for battle?

We, the Warriors, can't turn our back to a good fight...