my plan is to understand from here to hereafter
i stand behind the hand of man's only master
tragic is the plan of the last final chapter
who is the one who can, the answer or the asker?

ignoring the facts is the path to man's disaster
i'm trapped on the math of happily ever after
the fastest to act is the one who dies faster
he who laughs last is he who plans the laughter

I don't have a lot to offer
just myself, and this stone
you could make the hard ice softer
I don't want to face this cold alone

Walking through the fields of red
where so many humans have bled
even though the ghost's have fled
they are alive inside my head

fields where our forefathers fought
for something that couldn't be bought
i wonder how many were just caught
in the same situation that history taught

so many soldiers died in that war
i wonder what they really died for
living and dying by the sword
in the fields where blood once poured

There's good and bad in everyone's past
there are steps i never want to re-trace
slow to grow, but anger fast
so much regret of love misplaced

any day could be our last
the past is better off erased
re-living is small, but the future is vast
let's never again face what we faced

from this day, all i ask
is that our hearts be inter-laced
i forever want to have you back
my mom can never be replaced

when I feel the world on my back
it's like carrying a boulder
when an angel can't take away
the devil on my shoulder

the light only goes skin deep
in the eyes of this beholder
the darkness will always seep
the darker, the colder

I wake up in a shivering sweat
I feel like a wounded soldier
friendly fire can never ****
the devil on my shoulder

if you ask me "what are perfect words?"
i'd say, "they're the ways and means to escape"
like the songs of the birds, i play
I can make you dream while you're still awake

looking through the hill stained glass
it was beautiful before I took it for granted
these slopes have me sliding fast
I need a ground that's less slanted
life is growing with the grass
in the land of the dis-enchanted
sometimes we must forge a path
sometimes new seeds need to be planted

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the players - you choose but you still won't know(god's cut only)

as Jesus -

Jesus -  2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any billionaire - void

as the false prophet

Jesus -  2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any evangelic - 1/100
dollar bill - 2/1
any billionaire 1/100
as God

Dave Chappelle - 1/50
Jesus -  2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any billionaire - void

as Beast(s)

all cryptids
flying monkeys
lizard people
android devices
apple devices

I know you are a great poet
I know I know I know I know
I go look for the ones who didn't know it
I go I go I go I go

I see you can write in any form
I see I see I see I see
a form is a sight that's normal to the norm
I'm free I'm free I'm free I'm free

in this world of temptation
it takes a lot to face the day
all i ask is for salvation
holy water, wash it all away

in this battle of good and evil
it seems the demon always wins
what i need is soul retrieval
holy water, wash away my sins

healing spirit of redemption
pouring light over my soul
bless me with a new ascension
holy water, make me whole

These buildings are just a front
for darkened alleys and sewer rats
where the scavengers gather and hunt
with enough sense to hide from cats

shocked expressions on ***** bricks
pain written on a transient's face
dirt can be washed, but tragedy sticks
where we hide our own disgrace

i don't need a green lawn
i want a shoulder i can lean on

i don't need a front door
what i want is what i hunt for

i don't need a new car
what i want isn't too far

i don't need a green lawn
i want new bed to dream on

I lose my sight to the size of the device
lie to my eyes, lie to me twice
I'm alright but this prize just won't suffice
I'd rather fight than to try to pay the price

I lose my way in the maze that is today
they can charge me, they can't make me pay
I won't stay unless they take it all away
I will not be a slave to the ways of the prey

time


Tick tock tick tock

the hands of time are waving goodbye
time is life, so time can die

Tick tock tick tock

the clock's face is stuck on a frown
time goes on, but it counts down

Tick tock tick tock

father time is having a stroke
the clock strikes zero, now it's broke

Meandering minds twist and turn
heading for an affluent stream
torrent hearts wish and yearn
swimming toward the river of dreams

The rose bush

growing in an open field
nurtured by hands that heal
what love does a flower feel
what love does a flower build

a single bloom

small and dull like a sprout
no other flowers would came out
she was only left without
and forgotten by hands of doubt

withering away

with no one to help her needs
the tiny little rose petal bleeds
songbirds swallow up her seeds
as she is covered up by weeds

i'm not lonely, no touch wanted
all i need is some time alone
seeing solely, new day dawning
all i need is a path of my own

i'm not hungry, no money on me
all i need is a glass of wine
always running, new day wanting
all i need is to pass the time

i'm not crazy, no ground is shaky
all i need is some muddy loam
someday maybe, i will find safety
all i need is another home

so many desperate hearts
they are only looking for love
she fell in love with a hawk
she thought he was a dove

looking at this old photograph
a picture of smiles for you and me
i think about how you made me laugh
now, there's no smiles to see

images in my mind are different
almost like a clearer view
this photo is lacking pigment
since there is no me and you

I can't believe all the lies I've bought
like, "the land of the free"
I know that an eagle can take to flight
what does that have to do with me?


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The ones we love can hurt us worse than the ones we hate.

I sit here, as high as a kite
as the day dies to the night
let wrong say goodbye to the right
another shadow to lie to the light

I can be as cold as a stone
I chose this road as a home
you won't find a road as alone
and my spirit is as old as a bone

I can get as hot as the sun
worldly thoughts, not of this one
I don't know how I got in this gun
but I'm glad to have a shot at the fun

we need to change our misconception
we need to change our beliefs
we have to get past the surface
to what lies beneath

we don't live by our own perception
eyes are eyes, teeth are teeth
we are all so blind to seeing
what lies beneath

11 a.m.
i'm already on the wine
it really doesn't matter when
it's always right on time

11 a.m.
I'm already on those thoughts
it's the same thing again
my mind keeps getting caught

I really like this buzz
give me just one more puff
when I can't get enough
give me some of that other stuff

Take me down, to the water
to wash away all of my sins
for the son, and the father
this is where new life begins

pushing me down, to lift me up
laying me back into lies
submersion into ideal
has brought sight to my eyes

you're drowning me
you're drowning me
you're drowning me

take me down, to the water
drown me in the darkest depths
for the none, for the slaughter
this is where I find breadth

When the out-crowd hangs in
let the battle of senses begin
a war they could never win
they can't see themselves within

you are not missing anything

when the in-crowd hangs out
it only brings a shadow of doubt
what is that all about?
they can't see themselves without

screaming bright orange
the alert goes out to all
evening's warning light

I met an old man at the river, fishing
as we sat to wet our hooks
we talked about our hoping and wishing
exchanging our hungry looks

I said "sir, I have a lot of questions"
as I tied a line to my escape
he said " I may have answers, I reckon"
I cast my line and I said "great"

I asked him why life is so cruel
why dreams are so easily shattered
I told him that I was in pieces
and my pieces were all scattered

he said "son, we are all broken"
life is nothing but hoping and wishing
I said "truer words were never spoken"
then we went back to fishing

those who keep their blinds closed are the ones always looking out.

I have learned to use my own effectors to release the same chemicals that are released when a person does drugs. Whew. It really is hard to control the amounts, but knowing I am safe within my own body, makes it a hell of a buzz. Eat your hearts out, people who look for drugs. Actually throwing away my *** smoking devices. I'm ripe.

down where the river meets with the creek
the water is cold, the water is deep
that's the place where dreams were put to sleep
that's the place where the secrets keep

what i saw in that misty mud
forever scarred my mind
moonlight on the crimson blood
tragic acts, so unkind

and it seems these dreams are memories
these nightmares are for real
every time i go down there
their pain is all i feel

back in the holler, next to the tracks
the water is cold, the water is black
that's the place where dreams were put in sacks
that's the place where i can't go back

Sitting here drinking black coffee
it just suits my mood
trying to get this blackness off me
i feel so **** crude

sitting here staring out the window
looking for a sign
i feel my patience growing thin though
inside of my mind

sitting here thinking about nothing
as i waste the day
i know it seems like such a rough thing
living in the grey

Somewhere in the waking flood
there's a cell for making good
nothing hurts like breaking could
nothing hurts like aching blood

somewhere on unspoken scars
reality stabs like a smoking dart
nothing hurts like a token part
nothing hurts like a broken heart

Broken knuckles and broken thoughts
pain means I still have my breath
even on a path to nowhere
life never means any more or less

shattered life and a shattered mind
the pieces all together fit
even on a path to nowhere
keep moving and never quit

strut your stuff, shut me out and then judge me
corrupted pathways of stuff meant to begrudge me
that anti-matter just doesn't matter
that catastrophic energy will soon surely shatter

i can't jump fast to be the last in line
heart pumps fast with the blast in mind
clock thumps past battles passed in time
blood clumps caste with a mass decline

strut your stuff, but hush it when you're near me
disrupted masters get mad but then fear me
the negative ions will be eaten alive
that's hazardous material where the beaten survive

the butterfly poets
they forgot when they crawled
they forgot about the loneliness of being inside of the cocoon

how am i supposed to take my time
when i don't know when time is taking me
how can i make up my mind
when my mind is only breaking me

how can i see it clear
when it clearly can't be seen
how can i stop the fear
when the fear is everything

how am i supposed to let it be
when my thoughts aren't letting me
how can i get the point
when the point keeps stabbing me

finding a guide for my life is vital
i try to hide my dying recycled
downward spiral or final revival
there is something more

i go through trials like a cycle
defiant fibers of quiet reprisal
i need an eye for trying survival
there is something more

shining light of a rising idol
inviting the prize of flying primal
finding my sight is my final arrival
there is something more

I believe that a simple man could become a genius, but it would take a hell of a lot of thinking.

when I have a song to sing, I put it in the breeze
hoping something or someone might listen
how I long to bring my songs to the trees
they might understand my hopeless visions

when I have a song inside, I let it out with pride
I don't mind if the words are in vain
on wings they glide, and in stars they confide
only they can understand my pain

So many things that these hands have made
a faded page for which they paid
jaded pain and a heart so splayed
these hands have made a past that stayed

they are capable of making disdain and hate
staying shaky for their aiming fate
stained by debating ways as of late
these hands are making a day that can't wait

grass blades whistle and the winds do rave
the fires rage and can't be staved
there's no way you can be saved
these hands were made to dig your grave

you are going to get them help
only after you exploit their life
you're going to pat their back
right after you insert the knife

I get down on my knees to give thanks for the day
I already know of the struggle ahead
life is a cycle, changes of my way
carefully observant of where i tread

i get up on my feet and raise my hands to the sky
i already knew the answer i'd get
life is all trials, and then you die
then stand before God to pay your debt

smile, life isn't so bad
it's all mostly what you make it
living in a world gone mad
you are strong enough to take it

smile, you still have your breath
negativity will only steal it
when you hurt, you live less
just one smile can heal it

In a fortress of bricks and mortar
he doesn't know what he's living for
the inside walls become distorted
a world of madness behind the door

hiding from the sounds of people
his heart still bleeds like an open sore
stairs going down, are the steepest
and he isn't going down no more

oh god, it feels like i'm dying
it's only three thirty
tired of the prize i've been eyeing
it made me feel so *****

oh god, it feels like i'm living
in a world of hurting
i'm giving in to the misgiving
and my search for certain

they don't know about reality
they are trapped in a place that only has television

it's ok to **** yourself
as long as you do it right
they way i've found for myself
drink heavy and eat light

it's alright to take the oath
live fast and die young
youthful days, i gave my most
i lived the song i sung

it's ok to drown yourself
in your phlegm and some wine
that's the way i find myself
i **** myself to pass the time

nobody home, my mind is gone
I walk the line that the line is on
it's like a grind, where the time is long
I can't find the sign post that the sign is on

nobody here, besides a ghost
it cloaks the hope and hides the host
I smoke lots of dope, it supplies the most
i have spoken to the guide of the side i chose

nobody home, my mind is fried
i taunt the fires that i lie beside
it's like a bind, where the eyes are tied
i tried to fly so high, but i had died inside