Check Your Guru

There is a shelf you'll find in my blue room

remnants of the life I'm running from.

Filled with psycho-babble and tips

to be the best you can be.

To supposedly prepare you 

for what this world can bring.

I have lost myself for hours

days, months and years

falling into the plan

executing every exercise

manipulating my mind

to the point its only purpose is production.

I have run through relationships

run over heads

stomped with my shit-kickers

and left my mark.

Alas, these supposed instruction manuals

failed to provide me the secret

to dealing with the consequences

of a conscious that fails to submit

to the black gas of more.

In my blue room, beside these texts of "modern wisdom"

you'll find another shelf

not dusty, and filled to overflowing

It is filled with the voices of people,

of poets,

of breaking hearts and brilliant minds

of those, who like me

discovered the error of their ways

and in an effort to control the damage

poured their hearts on the page.

They are my guru's

my go to's

and in knowing their words

I know their worlds

my heart and mind

both prepared

for whatever

may rise to face me.