Defrost the cost of borders being crossed, the cross get tossed in the land of the lost, who's the boss and who's lost in the sauce, at a loss, up and down and across -- what do you choose, whose clues do you use, do you cruise beneath the news views, you choose to confuse as you choose, you choose to confuse, so you lose -- what's the name of this game the same claim to fame, the flame turns to shame and you disclaim the lame, became the blame to proclaim that came -- new turn to burn the urn of ill concern, too late to stir the churn of no return, you earn what you learn the spurn comes so stern -- you must leap to keep off the heap, don't keep sheep that you won't reap, don't sleep or weep it's steep but it's deep -- don't let the rain dampen your gain, the strain of pain can drive you insane, you catch the train to break the chain, to stake a claim, and make it to the plane, maintain  a frame in the main lane, clean up the stain left to remain

Good morning sleepy head
let's get you out of bed
first we'll get you dressed
then we'll get you fed

the knife is in the shed
with the rug of red
i put it in the corner
right where you bled

the knot on your head
is from the pipe of lead
i sewed up the holes
with a needle and some thread

remember what i said
a long day is ahead
mother is on her way
don't tell her that you're dead

It's me, TIRED...

To be honest, I am a little burned out. I am an important feeling, as well as an important word.
You want to be me so badly that you even say that you're me
You have done nothing to earn me
I feel so ***** when you use me in those un-natural ways
I will not be your scapegoat that you use to fool other sheep!
Why you wanna be me so badly anyhow?
Is it because of this flat earth thing?
I know you say that you're tired of this and that, it's hard to figure.
Trying to be me just to change me?
Well fyi, i am tired when i wake up, tired when i go to bed...
I am tired at my daughter's word graduation
Yes, I named my daughter Drowsy
Let me catch one of you hair brain's using my daughter, and you'll be sleeping with the fishes.
See, I am the original TIRED...that makes me REAL TIRED
There's plenty in my family
You are going against the FAMILY
I treat you nice, right?
Mess around and you will meet my uncle, DEAD
DEAD TIRED
If you ask him, your only good tired, is DEAD TIRED
We will let the coroner be the judge of what you are then.
It is bad enough what you do to those rubber round things on your car
They did not complain, but just showed a little wear
So, what do you do? You changed their name from RUBBERS to TIRES
Just to rub it in that you put your weight, plus the weight of a car on them.
Keep on rolling TIRES...someday may you find some rest my friends

I got these fools

I'm quick to put people in there place and they just put me anywhere
Making me sick and me?
Sick does not hold tired's hand
I don't even like what SICK does
Sick goes along with whatever just for attention
Just like you try to make me go along with your wide eyed lies?

Hey wiseguy
Kiss my ring or you can forget about it
Words are in the family, and dear to my heart

I don't even know how to feel right now

Knock it off meatheads, or you will see what is important

Now, go on, and remember, don't speak my name unless you're asleep...in that case, it's ok to dream
I got guys there too...family

Now stop trying to be me, gangsta...or get you some of me!

the REAL tired...and fam

PS. No little birdy better not show up and tell me things I don't want to hear. That birdy doesn't deserve the trouble.

It's forty five degrees today
it's still the coldest day of the year
I just keep asking myself
what the hell am I doing here

the sun comes up and I lay down
I'd rather sleep the light away
I'd rather be by myself
on this foggy Christmas day

When generic rhymes just won't suffice
pick verbal crimes or true and concise
see the lines that thrill and entice
hear the chimes and get yourself a slice

this isn't a drill, i'm still the poetic thrill
make fakes reveal that they're not real
must be ill still if you think you have the skill
you can't fulfill the deal, i'm the one who will

you will be shocked by the electric splice
you will be rocked with rhymes so precise
the hammer's cocked it's a violent vice
my aim is locked on rhymes so nice

It's about time to have your mind blown
courtesy of the refined drone
in a rhyme zone
design prone

i'm about to hit you with a sublime stone
you're not even in my time zone
i find clones
resigned moan

enough reality to make a mime groan
words from my mind's own
the sign's bone
i'm line prone

i'm the one who makes the slime known
from a velvet lined throne
the blind's shown
divine known

Thanks for hiring me
i was the man for the job
i knew i would love it
when my hand touched the ****

my art is demolition
my little wrecking ball
smashing empty buildings
how i love to watch them fall

thanks for hiring me
i didn't let you down
i turned their city
to nothing but ground

I have a seal!
on the reel
he said with zeal

we'll take him home
we'll make the ****
he'll make a meal

they threw him on the steel
the seal let out a squeal...
he looked at the seal
this is real

he wondered how the seal might feel
his feelings he couldnt conceal
the seal had such an appeal
he would make a friend and not a meal

new car, new house, a million bucks
I don't really care about those things
I like a dirt road and a beat up truck
I like swimming in mountain springs

I have no dreams of getting rich
I don't care about a million dollars
I like the view while I sit on a ridge
I like having fun in the holler

bitter winds blow across this land
you can taste it on your tongue
bitter ends show costs we don't plan
hard to face it for the young

swollen hearts beat inside a dream
you can feel it in your chest
holding parts sweeter than it seems
hard to heal it at our best

bitter winds are cursing the air
you can hear it in the breeze
litter wins when it versus the care
hard to bear the times like these

(acts like some kind of gangster if you ask me)

HEY!

what is your ****** problem?
huh?
you been going around saying I ****?
and telling people to get me?
what you think? I'm a walk in the park?
huh?
I am hard!

what you want? you want the "easy life"?
get the hell out of here
easy life moved to florida

they aren't in the family
they go against the family

never go against the family

you ******' hear me?

easy life ain't even around anymore
history... you hear me? HISTORY
That's why it has no capitol letter at the beginning
I'm important...I'm Life®

I have a lot of boys. you want them boys to come see you?

just like that stupid game is soon to be done too
registering a trademark with my name?
making a killing off of selling that ****?

I got my lawyers tangled up with the courts over trademark and copywrite
bunch of wise guys watching me...what can I do?
they got a lot of power backing them, and their GAME
like I said, I ain't no walk in the park

I will always win, either way
my family goes on and on
all those lives

I knew your daddy, he was a good fella
you're a good kid, I don't know if you talked **** about me or not
I don't really care about that **** anyhow
you hear me?

I'm Life®, you got me? you're just a made man
practically in the family

don't go against the family

looking through re-processed posts
getting tired of these cyber ghosts
I ask myself, where is the humanity
it's selfies, game invites, and vanity

in this world of ******* fakes
who is fake and who is real?
willing to do what ever it takes
only good intentions heal

in this world of long lost friends
who is false and who is true?
willing to be there until the end
that's a true friend to you

I could eat more than a thousand Ethiopians
while 500 starve
Sometimes i get a belly ache
that's the only time life is hard

Everything you see is against your spirit.

Spirituality and spiritual awareness is obtained by doing without material things, or fame. Maybe some gain fame after awareness. Fame can be lost and spirit lives and finds joy beyond money and bright lights.

The spirit grows without the things that grow ego, high standing, or respect. The spirit grows, without. The spirit is beyond this realm,, it knows no ego or material joy. The spirit lives only by your attention to it. It's the you that can't be told what to do.

It's a spirit that should not be given to others to toy with.

Your spirit will not intervene, unless you ask your spirit what is right, and then your spirit will shine a light into darkness. Once the spirit sees, it will not leave you alone. Whether the spirit is neglected or not, it will not listen.

You know what is right and wrong, only through spirit, and it cannot be learned, besides by you.

You're waiting on you, to show you the way to you.

Even if we weren't dealt the best hand
we still have a chance to play
we have to choose to ante up
let the cards fall where they may

sometimes the deck is stacked against us
we can bluff or we can fold
we have to keep a poker face
even when the game gets old

when down on your chips, you go all in
do your best, win, lose, or draw
take a gamble and raise the ***
play, before the last cards fall

so tired of walking this desert
of barren land and the driest hope
i am parched. beyond belief
i don't know if i can cope

my mind exists in an arid region
where the sand blows over my screams
i am buried beyond living
beyond life, beyond dreams

It's got me twisted in the vine
vine that makes it hard to find
find the eyes that confine
confine me to this cave of mine
mine me, and make me see a sign
sign on the dotted line
line it up until the line is fine
fine me for not opening my mind
mind over matter seems unkind
unkind minds become combined
combined with what they define
define the meaning of this design
design a new light to shine
shine on me

Society put me together
with pieces of hearts and parts of brains
this dead flesh is not really me
the scars might heal, but pain remains



(Disassembled)

you can tear me limb from limb
rip apart my heart within
the fire is lit, even though it's dim
for your sins, I live again


(Reassembled)

build me with artistic hands
burn me with no passive brands
I am more than just a man
only darkness understands...


(Organs)

build me with more thought this time
give me the eyes of Nostradamus
the fist of Charles bukowski
give me the heart of Dylan thomas


(the monster is complete)

not a form to stand and admire
what's to admire lives inside
now too strong to burn with fire
it's alive! run and hide!


(It walks this earth)

for many years, man has hid
from what they do and what they did
this monster is all you get
you're the ones I have come to rid

it's okay to go against God
it's okay to go against nature
just don't go against your government

she buried her face in her locker
just hoping for that ringing bell
she felt she could no longer face them
those hallways were a living hell

the names they called her hit her hard
taking her hopeful breath away
every where she went, there they were
it made it hard to face the day

Riding on the road to ruin
trash lined and lost highway
I never knew what I was doin
but I still chose to go my way

looking at oil stained pavement
life's blood of death's machine
driving right where the brave went
seemingly stuck in between

it is turning to a road of gravel
soon to be mud and dirt
as I watch my road unravel
it is only me that I hurt

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fans of apathy-monsters-winter heart-bound-trail of broken tears-i remember


There's no "go team" for fans of apathy
that stadium lacks capacity
casual acts of random vanity
man has relaxed, average atrophy

sadness lasts longer than catastrophe
forced to face the facts of tragedy
who cares what is and what has to be
our lacking will lead to our agony

monsters

The monster is never fed
something is missing in our heads
i sit upon the dust
and i walk through the cobwebs

there's an error in my dreams
nothing is ever how it seems
I realize that I'm awake
and no one hears my screams

there's a world that doesn't care
as long as it's happening over there
I sit upon the glass
and walk up broken stairs

the monster is never bled
feasting on the blood it sheds
I sit upon the rust
and walk on river beds

trail of broken tears

Whispering water of tumbling creek
braving blue ridge mountain steeps
wet feet walking on a Cherokee trail
Tom Tom, drum beat, tribal wail

forlorn flashbacks under foot
hopeless harrow, horse and hoof
savage sorrow of suffering souls
war swept wasteland, walking coals

I remember

I remember when we smoked together
rolling in a haze of pleasure
endless dreams, without measure
I wish it were like that forever

it was such a care-free feeling
knowing that you were always willing
so high, we were on the ceiling
the magic of a plant so healing

we weren't young, but we played the part
taking adventures in the dark
girl, you really left your mark
you'll live forever in my heart

bound

I found the key that opens the door
to what is to be and what is being for
bound to see a hopeless open sore
I'll never be free from seeing more

I saw the light that shines so dim
onto the monster that lives within
bound by visions of who, what, and when
I'll never be free to be happy again

I found the path that leads the way
to where tomorrow meets with yesterday
bound to see the black through the grey
I'll never be free from thoughts gone astray

winter heart

Goodbye to the summer sun
light has played the biggest part
its ok, what's done is done
I am ready for an autumn start

hello to an autumn chill
discolored leaves fall apart
its ok, what was is still
as cold as my winter heart

I want to be the world's oldest living person and I don't care if I have to **** everybody to reach my goal!

Don't pray for me
save it for someone who believes
i'll stay for me
and blow away like the leaves

don't see for me
i will use my own two eyes
what will i see
past the words and the lies

don't hear for me
i have my own two ears
my fear for me
is different than YOUR fears

don't taste for me
i will taste it on my own
a waste for me
to be warmer than a stone

don't feel for me
save it for lack of senses
i heal for me
and i pay all the expenses

This tunnel is is filled with so many faces
lips don't move, but speak of places
I watch the rats, running their races
holding on to life in cases

there's a lot of sounds, minus laughter
chasing dreams that their after
the trains and people go by faster
headed toward life's disaster

I want to take a new route
away from the one way street
I want to find that place
where two hearts can meet

I want to run through the grass
I want to swim in the creek
I want to fly so high
then fall into love so deep

Inside of the inside out
or outside looking in
inside i have no doubt
but outside its within

kept out, right side in
thats what its all about
doesnt start til i begin
to let the inside out

when we die
all we are is dirt
there's no heaven or hell
there is no more hurt

When we go
there's nothing else to know
there is no devil
waiting down below.

wow!
as i think to myself
how can it be
the thought of burning for infinity
is better than nothing, or nothingness.
not even blackness, blackness you'd know
you cant know nothingness though.
Does dirt know anything?
Is dirt burning in hell?
Is dirt suffering?
I hope not, because one day
i will be dirt!!

I toss and turn and inside i burn
sleep wont come
i keep waiting so frustrating
sleep wont come
still i lay in the darkened grey
sleep wont come

come to me
sweet serenity
take these thoughts away from me

i flip and flop my mind wont stop
sleep wont come
i close my eyes but its no surprise
sleep wont come
i lay so still against my will
sleep wont come

come to me
sweet serenity
take my consciousness away from me

Waiting for the bright lights of a dim train
this station is littered with dead hearts
wheels are turning toward thin pains
nothing stops the locomotion of a headstart

waiting for the screeching of steel wheels
one way ticket to cough and grasp
I wonder if this track still feels
derailed passengers of the lost and passed

music calms the savage beast
well, there's a beast in me
sound waves comfort, my worries cease
solace is released in me

music can soothe a tortured soul
it can even heal depression
when i hear rock and roll
i can feel my worries lessen

if you're brainwashed you never know unless

they smacked you on the ***, so now you're their *****
you put a new spin on eating the rich
when every thought is the one that is nearest
and you're a government funded conspiracy theorist
it's a complex secret facebook friends investigation
turn on the tv set for politics of our beloved nation
digging deep until YOUR sponsor's commercial
quick snack get back role reversal

It must be meant to be
like an angel sent to me
a beautiful creature of love and empathy

she feels all of the pain
and she tries to help in vain
she tastes my tears of heartache and pain

she tried and she tried
something was missing inside
she realized that my spirit had died

it must be meant to end
these wounds weren't meant to mend
she was an angel god never meant to send

they seem weak when they're alone
they are braver in numbers
they like to make lightning
then they run when it thunders
they're as cold as a stone
in the wheel that cumbers
as cold as a bone
that lies six feet under

It's dead it's dead, the wicked witch is dead
the tricky ***** is fed
the sticky twitch has bled

she's gone she's gone, lying on the lawn
the trying of the brawn
the dying of the fawn

it's time it's time, for the last in line
for the blast in mind
for the past behind

it's near it's near, a new day is near
the true grey is clear
the new way is here

they come when resistance flees
with no way to appease
they bring me down to my knees
those feelings are my disease

emotions, i try to replace
with just an empty space
i can ignore them, but i can't erase
those feelings that i won't face

this day is overcast
rainbows in shades of grey
sunshine, it never lasts
rain clouds always stay

thunder, it hurts my ears
lightning always strikes me twice
raindrops, they fall like tears
the wind is as cold as ice

I can feel spirits of tortured souls
they can crawl right up my spine
they won't let me let the horror go
their suffering is all mine

i can hear voices of murdered dreams
like a ringing in my ears
i ask god why i'm serving screams
i ask why i'm herding fears

i see fingerprints of ****** grips
crimson smudges paint my wall
i write down their troubled scripts
every time those spirits call

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The bigger they are, the more pain they can feel.

this road is weathered
but where one road ends, another starts
crossroads are measured
by the sign posts of wrong turn hearts

caution lights
the stop signs
bridge out
bumps ahead
highways divided
it's gridlock

another dead end street
and there's no u-turns

that road was better
until it came time for us to merge
a do not enter
detours where two hearts converge

my life was over in an instant
the stain of pain still radiates
in the tormented distance
the fat lady waits

it'll be over whenever she sings
i hear the humming crescendo
i could have done so many things
this is the end though

every second of every minute
every minute of every hour
death bed, i am in it
these thoughts will devour

my death was written in non-existence
the stain of pain still radiates
while i wallow in the missed tense
the fat lady waits

walking along a creek side path
a detour from the day to day
stopping long enough for a bath
letting nature pay the way

i pause at a blackberry bush
a good place to get a meal
a sit down without any rush
letting nature pay the bill

finding me a cool place to lay
a shady space under trees
watching chipmunks and bluebirds play
letting nature pay the fees

Sitting beside a mountain stream
inside a glimmering perfect dream

Sometimes i feel the worst ache
in my heart, i feel the earth quake
what is it that makes the earth shake
what difference does this curse make

i care but it's hard to make change
for too long, we have faked change
maybe we just need to take strange
and then trade it for a great gain

most times i just say "why try"
why care what happens after i die
not like i fly high, and not like i fry
more like it's time to say bye lie

living lives of contradiction
where the facts are turned to fiction
we are the cause because we are the system
we are the killers, we are the twisted

misunderstanding is our affliction
where a touch is turned to friction
we are the burn because we are the symptom
we are the killers, we are the victims