I stand between myself and this constant struggle
it goes on in my mind without end,
when you sit before the mirror and see
you're not always the one but that just might depend.
I can once be allowed to rest these bones,
true talent comes from getting back up
even when you fallen and you're alone.
It's this path I'm on, it twists and turns.
When I'm sad does it not show?
Tomorrow? It's faster than the speed of light,
Past is still here yet I'm well beyond anyone's sight.
You get lost in truth or fiction and decree
it's following you though it'll always be the one
to let me be. I'm here in the shadows yet
you see me aware-you got me caught in the
hatred-lost in a path that isn't fair.
If only we had tomorrow, a million tomorrows!
I would sing to the sun and breeze that yesterday
would become a mystery and I could still keep all my
memories! But tomorrow never changes from today.
I guess that's what they all know-once it comes to the end
of the play...
I've had adventures and mishaps,
I've had a fool and I've had fortune,
There have been mistakes and success,
I've been lost and in distress.
But life friends-not with me.
The best friends I've ever had?
Well, those would be music and
A love that's always free...
Loving myself, the me that no one
Will clearly ever want or need.
IF I'VE NEVER DONE A THING RIGHT
Then what do you want me to write?
To amend, correct, or make up for a wrongdoing or unfair situation. Other words can be used instead of "a," such as "the," "this," "that," etc., depending on context. The only way they can right the wrong done to me would be to fire the man responsible.
To the tune of the song "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel
Hello toilet, my old friend
I've come to **** in you again
I've been waiting for a great while
This time I'm going the ex-tra mile
With a force that few have ever known
Will power alone
I'm taking...the ****...of GIANTS
In struggling feels I might pass out
There is much sweat upon my brows
And a straining-pushing as such
Upon a mountain where lightning struck
Where I felt the challenge
Seemed beyond my strength
What it might take
Attempting...the ****...of GIANTS
And in the end I can now feel
This force of nature makes me reel
Pushing a boulder that may not pass
Pushing a stone with such great mass
Making a log of the greatest immense size
Yes-in all my life
As this was...the ****...of GIANTS
By my word-I feel-that this is it
Upon this toilet throne I sit
Feeling like an explosion from inside
With no place in my mind left to hide
As this was-like a moose now giving birth
The enormous ****...of GIANTS
And my goal it now seems in sight
I give it all with all my might
In a strange vision this very moment
As this an unreal bowel movement
And soon I feel:
Like the clear shaking in the earth
That as making n' breaking waves
I'm stunned and dazed
From taking...the ****...of GIANTS
(Sang to the tune of "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel)
I own nothing. Enjoy!
...well, nothing accept the world 'size of **** taken' record.
A crossed-stars distance apart...
Ours a tale, a fateful twist, a strange dance,
Like two stars forever intertwined,
Moving alongside each other over the
Horizon, but many many light years apart,
My love is like this what I see in my mind.
You and your tomboy-delicate features,
Short dark hair-youthful eyes play,
Me in my old age holding on many years away,
But still waiting for you to cross this distance.
One day you will see just how far apart we are,
But they still seem so nearby one another in my heart.
Please don't be afraid,
I will be one days length off-away-even distanced,
Though so far away. It's what draws me out to you,
Even in my last breaths, you'll stun. I am never going to forget
How you held me this close with that salty sweet
Taste I still can't resist on the tip of your tongue...
I will never distance like the stars do to-even if you let go.
A million words, a million thoughts,
We've all been here writing till the end of time.
What new ones may have been brought?
It's all I can think of, did something happen?
Am I still original or am I out of line?
"Soon-to-be-victorious" you start the song,
A dirge of memories past, till the very last.
The rhythm sounds like 'other time folk music,'
Played to an *****-like effect,
I guess you would be able to out-do my
Keep playing that well worn traditional back-days song!
You know I was here to **** you down all along...
This is my special day,
Smack dab in between yesterday and tomorrow,
I see the example of it made known to me
directly forming in between myself and
the void that is space.
That will be my destiny you must have gave unto me,
and I guess I always owe you one great big THANKS...
Now, for the TOUR D' HELL, I
(some reason) must always get inside.