Markus Nylund

  You cannot find time to do anything You simply do it and time watches you as a spectator, occasionally applauding Sometimes booing when you suck We have somehow created this high tech habitat with wool over our eyes, blind…

ALMOST Stopped believing In my own publicity years ago Before all the hype died Before my house burnt down Now I am a free man, free at last Free from fame and its trappings Free from the dog leash Free…

xmas sucks when you cant afford to buy presents because you still didnt prioritize making money and your friends and family still dont understand why you continue this stupid dream frustrated that you cant see reality even your poet friends…

Never trust a man who calls himself a poet He will break your heart Open you up in all the wrong places your folks will be annoyed and unimpressed your friends will be  worried about you he will get inside…

Wrote note to myself last night before drifting off to a calm demonic slumber: EGOS BURN IN THE FIRES OF LOVE maybe end of year i will have one last binge for old times sake and then sail off to…

He goes by many names Rides the dark prairies And desert planes Insane and in love Or so they say But when the lights are down low And the sound begins to flow You will know Who I am.  

i wanna be an amateur in everything i do take shitty photos in bad light sing pretentious songs with cracked voices and naive idealistic lyrics about dismantling social systems teenage heartbreak powerchords just another romantic poet punk  roaming the streets at…

noodling the days away with all my released hostage friends who were once led astray if dogs could think  man i need a drink sip on the golden oj straight from the machine i am vegan natty booze hound love…