12-2-12
Money bags
I will never get my hands on
I know it will curse the man
who stands on it but it does
keep you worry free
I saw my future through
a kaleidoscope that day
and forced my memory
to tuck it away



scared to death (I'm shaking)
of all my "want but never haves"
I wish I never wanted this
wish I never had to have..

What is inside
an uninhibited house
the promise of potential
progress

empty tables, empty beds
A future stomping with clumsy
Hard work doesnt often come from
negligence
But puzzles are hooked together
by the art of adjustment


Layer top of layer
rock against rock
continuously corroding
You can't be angry at the
result
when you saw it coming
THE ENTIRE TIME

The nest I mend
with little knives
and countless crude
malevolent lies
fill the brim with spit
and sweat
pray it sticks so I can rest

Static tension
sporadic senses
those of which I dare not mention
Dare to know the ******* difference
and write the walls with my existence

I'm hanging over the edge
Not dead
Not alive
Not knowing where I'm going
Not there

There's a build up in my system
constant disrupt
It hums us to sleep at night
not to be sweet
but to knot up your insides
with terrible dreams


I recall a bettering
In my days ahead
My body will become resilient
Highly trained to dodge the prodding
And set my sights on the obvious
So what if were all lost
How have we not conjured a way
To live back to basic
Thrive In the wave
That our ancestors made for us
Could you embrace all my layers
I pray your the one who can take me as I am

We're not all there but we are all able
To be fair to be scared and disappear into a thankful
Pain filled angst lull
The curtains wont come down for some time, but that's all part of the sell. If you don't get that then you won't get anywhere, but helped.
So what's the use in cursing circumstance
If its  sure to offer little assurance to your curb serpent dance.
I'm certain of the curtailing of half an earthly chance to catalyst a curse to lift of a pair of perfect hands.
Nail us to every crooked cross.
We deserve a chance to be terse with the boss, the loss, and every ticking clock conscious of it's own fog.
Let it be a cause for something catastrophic.

Each decision were given
every sentence we spit
has been mapping pathways
and to be honest...I'm afraid

I couldnt handle losing
Something so beautiful
Locked
behind our thot chakras
Pupils loosen to
Go all optical
Ilusions
project on screen


and how likely it could be
IT leaves me paranoid
I refuse to be the lepper led
to the poison pit
by somee lovely deceiving mirage

watch it bomb
get up and trek on
can't just let them watch
me rot
Cam, come on,
can't keep stopping

Wake up daily and thank god
I'll always pay homage
to the lot
that taught me this

perpetually in debt
to these lessons
I can't seem to get
cuz I guess Im thick headed

Not all is lost
I know it seems
****** off but there is still
plenty of pretty moments

closing in
freakin focus
or before you lose them