For ****'s sake I can't make anything.
A life full of **** not worth measuring.
Don't be like me, rotting in monotony.
Write your pretty words and spell out love.
Sing your little songs and make your little comments,
Criticizing, inquiring, handing out compliments.
Potential hardly tapped, my drive already spent.
Don't slow to my crawl, fly away like a dove.

A weakness is in me
and it won't stop eating,
meeting the maker soon,
be sure to ask just who
my anger should go to,
I can't see due to bad weather,
I've noticed it gather
around storms
like they need to be wetter,
so I'm hanging on
to the hopes
for some clerk or
automated
directory
to show me the perks
of the concentrated misery
I sweat out like lighters
after you finally buy one,
when I finally fly out
of my skin
to the sun,
I hope I won
a few
tickets
for something fun
for my special someone
who's memory
is
a **** ton
to be
forgetting
so I don't,
I let it
keep eating.

I'm seeing things, I'm going crazy, maybe.
Perhaps it's the grounds, breaking for daisies.
Flowers I sniff, for walking I'm too lazy.
Lounging around in a plot like a snake,

Serpentine the bush shake, laying low.
Nadir of suffering; dark night of the soul.
My will and my desire perpetually unfold.
Unwound so many ties, I'm getting the flow.

I hid away for a better day
I warmer day, a softer day
I fell into thorns
It had been day, the sun was bright
I wandered through luscious woods
The green calling out to me
But I traveled too far
And the sun grew dark
I looked straight into the sun
It blinded me
And I fell into thorns

I don't need to live this way,
Aimless and without cause
I wonder toward a cliff
I had always lived on the edge
Monotany is more dangerous than risk taking
Stop living your sedentary life,
It's killing you

I ran into the storm
And it swallowed me
I danced in the rain
I threw back my head and drank in life,
In all its glory
I let it swallow me
I let it engulf me

I became a river
An ever changing drop of water
I yielded to the curves of the riverbend
And I can never correctly see
What's right ahead of me
So, I just have to let it be

I'm a blind woman
Without her walking stick
I'm a blind woman, dancing in the rain,
Swimming in the river
Being swallowed by the storm.
And I'm laughing.

Pull me from make believe scenes with your gentle rap-rapping,
As the young sun spreads himself against an aging sky.
Fill my heart with your song and a calm tap-tapping,
While morning dew flowers from my dirt bed eyes.
I can feel your notes, soft like feathers as they touch me
Grazing against
The lingering darkness of the night.

And for a moment in time,
I feel as if I'm connected
To Nature and Her vibe;
Like I'm rooted in Her life
Until the second you decide to fly-
Away and above with me, a worm
Above and away, till another day.

-SLuR

Dear God,
Flowers need spit to grow.

Dear God,
Flowers need spit to grow.

Silence is silver in winter,
Green is gold in snow.

Dear God,
Flowers need spit to grow

When my time

Blows out of my hands

Like the sands of some
Long-forgotten sea,

Scraping off ****** debris
Into dustdevils of misery

Poisoning my well-being,

I am afraid.




When my shine

Blots out my thinking

Like the hands of some
Long-forgotten deity,

Strangling my ill feelings,

I feel a little insane.