When johnny comes marching home from war
johnny isnt johnny anymore
too many images have been absorbed
and johnny isnt johnny anymore

what happened to the soldier so strong?
i'm telling you, something is wrong

they go over there and take away life
then come back home and **** their wife
with no war thats left to fight
and they dont know that ****** isnt right

when a battlefield is the only place you belong
i'm telling you, something is wrong

You can't get blood from a rose
but you can get blood from a nose
just one punch and it flows
just one smack and there it goes

you can't teach an old dog new tricks
but you can try, just for kicks
not even just fetching sticks
the mind that's trained, then conflicts

you can't move while in a pose
you pose well though i suppose
it's all highs and never lows
can't you see that you're froze

the only way that he could say bye
buying a red rose and watching it die
dying to find some other way
weighing his options to live another day

he couldn't help but to feel like a heel
healing was hard and the pain was real
reality soaked him like torrential rains
reigning over his will to remain

(I am trying to get back to following the ones who follow me, or take interest in my writing. The best way to "**** out" was to unfollow all, and then look at the list of my followers. I hate to be that way, but i also hate to see the ones who unfollwed me on my "home" page. Please bear with me, because it will only allow me to follow so many people a day apparently.)

Aren't delusions of grandeur just as good, if not better?

It takes an optimist to make a pessimist, and a pessimist to make an optimist. Neither one is always right.

day i saw the lady though
made my heart race and away we go
wasted cases going no places play me low
with aimless faith in faces and a radio
we say we stay us then memories stay, we go
we were already fading out the way we know
like an 80's song fades on the radio
a static that lasts and plays till the day we go
waiting like bombs saying wait till the day we blow
the days they know are way crazier than our day ago
they're staying out of the wars that we say we know
the day they say they need wasted rage is the day we go
we never did get where we'd say we'd go
in those wasted days faking it with a radio

do you remember back in the day we would
say if our hearts would stay we could
we never did the things we'd say we would
we never did go the way we should

remember back in the day we rode
saying our hearts would stay cold
up up and away we go
in our dreams and on the radio

I hold a degree in brutality
brutal truth and your virtual mortality
mortal wounds equal your fatality
fatal flaws and lack of reality
real hearts beat with more vitality
vital thoughts of subjective immorality
immoral is subject to your own totality
total equation to your own practicality
practical practice of rationality

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We are very concerned with your state of well-being
you are addicted to laughter, and not able to make logical decisions
you are over-weight and under-developed mentally
this police officer is taking you to a place to be evaluated

put your hands behind your back and do not resist
resisting an officer is a crime, and you will have jail time waiting if you pass evaluation
we will also give you something for the crying, called FlowNoMore

we work for you to stop tears and let joy flow the healthy way

living my life on a spiral
climbing for a final revival
fighting for a rightful title
all for the sake of the idol

everything i do is on trial
waiting for the vital arrival
trying for a soul recycle
all for the sake of the idol

perfect eyes are directed
directly at the ones affected
affection should be reflected
reflections shine toward the effected

effects of beams projected
projecting back at the ones connected
connections are to be expected
expectations of a love perfected

We don't always get what we want

but we will always get what we don't want

by accepting that there's things we don't want, and leaving it alone, in case someone else wants it
we will always get what we want

We will also give by letting be

and everyone will always get what they want


don't let this get twisted by your ill logic and descending vine

It's time to release this beast
**** this disease with a feast for the least
turn the keys that free the deceased
decrease the seething and increase the peace

oh no, my eyes start to glow, I got something to say and it's coming from my soul
so low, my whole starts to show, letting go of what I know and holding on to what I owe

I choose what's good for the goose
to bruise the losing and let the gander loose
tune the fuse and use the fruitful juice
truth coming through to loosen the noose

Close your eyes and plug your ears
get a glass and chug your fears
dispose of lies and tug your gears
no disguise as you shrug your tears

believe no other, but believe yourself
deceive and smother, relieve yourself
leave no other to conceive yourself
leave another, to achieve yourself

let what you know go and think about
i bet you know no link to shout
just to get to make a stink about
just never let you sink in doubt

Remember, it takes a hell of a lot of coal, trees, and gasoline to produce and move electricity. It also takes a hell of a lot of electricity, trees, and coal to produce gasoline. Same can be said about coal. It takes a lot of trees, electricity and gasoline to produce coal. Hello? Knock knock. Anyone home? Add in helium and other gases too.

protection
protecting themselves from a dark
projection
projecting themselves in a different
reflection
reflecting their own wish for
perfection
perfecting themselves for some final
inspection
inspecting the collection and making a
disconnection
disconnecting themselves with ever
correction
correcting the world with their own
rejection
rejecting reality becomes the
infection
infecting the world with their own
objection
objecting to every alternative
selection
selecting the story of the
resurrection

it's nice how we all came together
to have this reunion day
a lot has changed since we've seen each other
but some things never go away

eyes look toward the lesser blessed
without understanding of their soul
we think we know a lot about each other
but some things we will never know

disgust on faces and ***** looks
she will never be our kind
voices mutter words of judgment
from behind the defining line

a woman walks off into the rain
as a Cadillac pulls away
they will never know her pain
at least not on this reunion day

Rising tension has hit the peak
Intrepid soldiers for the weak
On the street, the numbers rise
This isn't over until we open some eyes

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

Walking down the road to nowhere
stumbling over rocks and debris
I never really wanted to go there
I never wanted this to be me

seems like dividing lines are blurry
I don't know if i'm in my lane
still, I head straight in a hurry
always stepping on my pain

the horizon and distance is the same
and the sign said no u-turn
the pavement is as hot as a flame
and all I can do is walk on to burn

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

go break me a switch off that tree
i'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget
through the violence you will see
how these whelts will make you regret

you better just stand there and take it
don't act a fool, and scream and shout
this is love, don't you mistake it
cry, and i'll give you something to cry about


i'm going cut a road map on your back


see the routes that lead to the pain
under passes of the past
i know every road by name
and the street signs will always last

I turn my heart to stone
the stone tears through the paper heart
you will never cover me
so now we must be apart

These branches have extended so far
protected by the outer bark
the inner wood is soft, not hard
underneath, the leaves are dark

it's hard to grow brand new shoots
and my air, it only pollutes
my branches are full of rotten fruit
the disease is deep within the roots

my soul had left it's residence
restless essence led to the exodus
I set out to be fed by precedence
trying to get the best of excellence

I ended up just west of prevalence
right where I left my pestilence
I attest no suggestive evidence
i was never blessed in my quest for benevolence

even though they hurt
they refuse the hand of the father
rolling around in dirt
then bathing in rusty water

close your eyes and think of this
a path through the meadow, box turtle's trail
to be down so low to the ground
living purely, dragging your tail
close your eyes and think of this
a retreat from this living hell
a place immune to the sights and sounds
you are safe inside your shell

I always wanted to be a part of it, from the start of it, to get deep down in the heart of it, i only did it for the art of it, apart of it, i want to be the dart of it
i always had a heart that was passionate, that's how they fashioned it, i have skill and i know how to ration it, i'm stashin it until it's time for cashin it
i always wanted to be articulate, intricately magnificent, like king of the syndicate, i always tried to go fist to fist with it, trying to be a significant participant
in shape and i never pull a ligament because i implement infinite, inventive to invent it, i just sent it to the senate, admit it, all that and i'm hypoallergenic

pieces scattered
from Ohio to Florida
figments or fragments
who I used to be
my thoughts are scattered
my mind tries to find
parts and pieces
that were left behind

you gave your heart, you gave your soul
all in the name of rock and roll
you sang of the pain that we all know
so many people hate to see you go

still growing are the seeds you sowed
a life lived fast, a song played slow
your tortured soul wasn't just for show
you'll live on, in my radio

have a seat and see these majestic creatures
reduced to only a beastly feature
they follow the lead of the keepers
freedom will never be their teacher

you can't hear a whisper over a shout
screaming words from forked tongues
it's what they're blowing out
that we're taking into our lungs
all together, exhaling doubt
what a glorious sound that it becomes
the sound of us breathing out
a sweeter song was never sung

Pointed in the right direction
direction is toward my reflection
reflection of my lost connection
connection to a large collection
collection of misplaced affection
affection towards my own selection
selection of my self rejection
rejection leads to infection
infection of a lesser perfection
perfection based on inspection
inspection and easy detection
detection leads to objection
objection to the cross section
section of my imperfection

segregated churches
segregated souls
segregated fires
segregated coals

segregated freedom
segregated dreams
segregated whispers
segregated screams

segregated neighbors
segregated homes
segregated doorways
segregated zones

segregated people
segregated minds
segregated signals
segregated signs

segregated graveyards
segregated souls
segregated shovels
dig segregated holes

Seventeen thousand days man
seventeen thousand days
in a place where your ways stand
I could not change my ways

one hundred million nightmares
the demons brought to light
I was wrong with the right cares
Who is to say what's right?

Born into fortune, and shown purest love
by hands softer than a lamb's fleece
a gift sent from the moon above

as he gets older, his rage begins to increase
beware, those who tend to sheep
for every lamb there is a beast

I am going through with it
the doctors promised me that I would have the full female experience, including discharge
discharge!

this is the way to keep my sanity and actually get free money and extra rights
extra!

constricted by an ophidian
i slither away, just to live
is this where new life begins?
is this where i shed my skin?

bitten by fangs of chagrin
where to win is to never forgive
hiss with this abyss within
i'm living in a pit of sin

with my vision wearing thin
venom is a gift to give
i slip beneath the rocks again
this is where i shed my skin

constricted by an ophidian
i slither away, just to live
is this where new life begins?
is this where i shed my skin?

bitten by fangs of chagrin
where to win is to never forgive
hiss with this abyss within
i'm living in a pit of sin

with my vision wearing thin
venom is a gift to give
i slip beneath the rocks again
this is where i shed my skin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ei0ubfaLek

I've seen a many things
like the pain a tortured spirit brings
a man standing in the rain
when seeking shelter is in vain

I've felt so many pains
like beating of a heart abstains
such a cold feeling stings
when the clock's pendulum swings

I've seen a many things
like a life that barely clings
there is no reason to remain
when seeking shelter is in vain

Wasted father other
twisted ******* brother
suffer further under
cover crusher mother

patient silent action
stagnant talent tangent
casket habit magnet
vibrant fragment fraction

soulless sister seller
better error dealer
shelter peddler killer
vendor trader dweller

(This is a new style I am working on. I am going to call it a 2-3-4 poem since it must have three, two syllable words in each line, and four lines per stanza. Also, the first and last line of each stanza must end in a rhyme.)

She told me my voice is soothing
like a river of flowing grace
she said my stories are moving
they take her from place to place

she told me my eyes were shadows
like the deepest of the night
she said that they shot arrows
at everything in my sight

she told me my arms were safer
like guards for her heart
she said that I could take her
that I was her brand new start

she told me love lasts forever
like the moon and the stars
she said that I was a pleasure
that I healed all of her scars

she told me that we were closer
like more than just a friend
then I looked over my shoulder
she was gone like the wind

But i am an atheist.

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

We can only know what we want to know
hear what we want to hear
most don't want to show their pain or their fear

we can only say what we want to say
see what we want to see
most don't want to pay a backlashing fee

we can only show what we want to show
make it all disappear
most don't want to know what we see and hear

the wind wants to be visible, and even has a new color to show us...the wind knows how we are and knows that some will taunt it if they see the wind being blown by wind. The wind will not be pushed around by people who want to make things they see disappear. So i do bad stuff and they can't even see me. I'm gay, but i also carry farts right to these judgmental people's noses. In yo face! The funny thing is, these people actually think it's their ****. Breaking wind huh? I just broke you dog! You can't break wind boy! You betta getcha a windbreaker! TBAG! Shut ya mouf! Tailwinds from now on *******!

Here is my hand writing
straight from my writing hand
sometimes i am a man fighting
sometimes i am a fighting man

i will never stand under
so you must understand
it is not a hand hired
it is not a hired hand

here is my signed letter
here is my letter signed
just looking to find better
just looking for a better find