master called 7 o'clock in the AM, that is said he got some work means i get some peanuts too bad i'm allergic jerk
how come i mean how come it takes chaos to soothe my brain to vanquish the static til just thoughts remain disdain for the top redundancy of the bottom i asked it to stop it said "sorry" disingenuous plots to take what little i've got make me a sot damned to a cot ... away with thee! this ain't free as i scream "inequity!" your soliloquy is sickening left right pro con fucking fraud
7 am cold maté in hand my back hurts DMV waiting in line sorry, go home deer park but they don't drive sewage ain't sweet fly on kettle the metal is hot no melting rosy red bird never heard the word om little cream house hospitable to despots fuck dachshunds william blake that's my name no relation
it's right to write just share it if you dare it watch them snare it twist it personalize it include dilute and conclude it doesn't matter they didn't brew it
i am me but what is i? a man? a beast? a soul? a priest? no i is the least last among men ripe with 'sin' contemptful doubtful prideful fool lies are sweet when mixed with trust immortality or bust! then bust i am nothing nothing is everything but things are perishable or are they? this body this can for the 'soul' well hell i poked a hole i pour myself out into the dish called earth and it's worth every agonizing drip the trip has started though foul winds blow i have a grip all i have is all there is i need not proclaim this only gently grasp your wrist free your mind from the confusion twist and fall into love's flighty bliss it's so nice let's do it twice
so much longing wanting needing yearning hungry souls seeking fruits of man kind compassionate love and peace a constant battle raging on the city's streets unity and division are states of mind finding the way to leave behind the tormenting hounds of the sad status quo infinite army of countless john does encircling your flesh bombarding your mind quietly they watch you unwind be a civilized man! buy! sell! fuck! yell! fall into line
lay to rest the tiring sun so the world can come undone and lay it's burden on the crying moon she hangs there listening tear like diamonds glistening remembering those who've known her face before and sought more all she had she gave away and no man can ever say she ever turned away one who cried to her but every now and then she hides seeking shelter from the lies the slings and arrows of the two-tongued ape you and i
beat on feet powdered faces disapprove to solve the puzzle to find the clues first you must see there's nothin' to lose it's all in your head it's all in your head IN... YOUR... HEAD YOUR HEAD it's being fed fed fast food by the dude on the corner in double breasted golden arc dark seems the best time to work not for him defies convention on the pretense he's herding swine perhaps beings bovine chomping his cud and spuds all in greasy duds munch munch KAH-RUNCH! burnt black plastic shard of former potato-ey splendor rendering the canvas full of chartreuse strokes and jokes and rhyme and song doesn't belong an artichoke amongst avocados steve in the world of john does suppose he can fly suppose he would try if he can't he'll fucking die
eagle-eyed matrons in clean white beaded braids beatific humility personified except inside inside they hide innumerable scars lashings received when conventions were defied and the man she stood beside decided to run her left alone and wounded being on bench outside town down by the side of the road drowned in her clean white clothes when the gypsy clown came he brought her back taught her his hustle and how to distort facts dilute them to the consistency of nothing at all so as to cause the fall collapse of the wall and i needn't go on with it CLICK! BA-BOOM BANG! the pangs won't quit i'm sick of it all i see hear fear smell and tell used to be love except now it troubles me down on the sidewalk watching the clean white cunts
walkin' down the street one day i came upon a man who looked up to say the way i'se livin' was skewed indeed designer minds push designer greed i agreed and strolled away bit it was 'leventhirty an' i'se in bed til' 2 that day
i'm a ten but she's a twelve she's the wall and i'm the shelf she shakes and i fall she crumbles and that's all she wrote it i just read it speak it think it breathe and believe it.
meadow cold azure and gold unfolds the path straight and fast forget yourself forget your things time to fly, strap on your wings colours feel colours steal colours lie and they can't die live inside your eye wind and grind get lost behind lift the curtain see for certain who you are and what you'll be stay a while and sing to me songs of love and songs of lust all are righteous, all are just sound is colour round and round sing to me your lovely sounds want to feel want to steal i am colour taste like thunder the road is long, drink is strong how'd i ever get along? sun eclipsed by sinking ships horns and bells and chains and whips plastic sun is gone at last gotta go, better run fast brother, i ain't goin' back to jail cut the anchor man, it's time to set sail
the day is starting to unwind sun has fallen off behind fades like hope that you'll be here soon sittin' in your garden flowers been sittin' here for hours pick pink gold and green all just for you i heard the window open saw your daddy up there scopin' hopin' when he left he'd headed back to bed then the sky turned red there's a gun against my head and i crawled for the door hopin' you'd rescue me you were sittin' in the corner my eyes were filled with wonder you couldn't care less about your loved one's life said you were goin' off to college leave alone my foliage then it hit me supersonic terror rain steel
cars wizzin' steel blizzard on the concrete snake breakin' my mind what i left behind a veritable hell kinda like jail only more like a concentration camp so damp soggy and moist like my girl back home when we'd bang all night
down in the mix gas pedal sticks what's with this? feel i've got to move half-past six world is all sick gimme a kiss cause i feel i've got to move sun is shinin' baby's cryin' love is dyin' and i feel i've got to move the bacon's fryin' piggy's smilin' i'm high flyin' but i've still got to move
flower petal pauses to drain the kettle that contains her best beloved's brains springtime brings the rains celebration of mother's pains land is cleared of all it's stains and what remains is what sustains sun and surf and trees and grains
I like your stuff, great flow. Nice mix of cynicism and observation. I like the quote "the way i'se livin' was skewed indeed designer minds push designer greed"...it sums up your whole thread pretty nicely
