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7.2k · Dec 2012
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All americans amply adore adult affairs, as all anarchist adapt alchemy adding astrological anatomy. Again and again advertisements allows affliction adopting and adapting behind ****** beliefs. Besides being boggled, beware big bangs become beginnings. Build beneficial bridges, contemptible courts create credit consuming countries, cops copout. Complement compassion conspire, contact & contest causes constant curiosity can cure cancer, disease & disability. Deep diving dare devils dive deep daring devils designing diabolical deeds daily. Every eclipse emits energy. Employ empathy, empower education, embrace emotion, eliminate elitism. Freedom from forever fetching, fined forgotten fundamentals fully focusing, frantic fools fizzle fast. Gas guzzling gluttons gathering garbage gardens generate generational genes. Gods gilt grows. However hustling hope hype has harmed humanity’s harvest, harboring hateful habits ignorance infects into idiots, idealist imagine, illumination increases imaging. Just join James, Jerusalem’s jackpot, jailhouse jokers, Jesus jumping Joseph just justify Kriss Kringle, knowledge, kings killing kids, ku klux **** kingdoms knowing life & logic loosely. Love loud, live & let live less lords linger, least let light lead loyal lunatics merely mortal magic. Media’s morbid makeover makes morning mindless midnight’s mayhem’s marketplace microwave midfields mixing m16 man made misery muffling many muzzled masses. Newly named narcissistic nations nationalize nc-17 nonsense needing normal numerals natural numbers not nuclear Nazis overseeing oblong objectives orbiting our original origin. Organize outlaws outlanders outcasts overall people pathetically pleased pill popping pissants. Permute perseverance provide physical philosophy preceding prime power, push. Quit quarreling, question quadrants, quests quench qualifying qualities. Realist realize realities rigged, reborn rebels raid reason rejecting rusted routines reducing royalty redoing realities redundant reflection. Reaching scared stars secretes surface scientific simplicity. State symbolism segregates sense spelling spellbound Satanism. Temples trapping truth’s timeline, television tames tons teaching troubling tall tails, turbojeted tanks takeoff targeting trailblazing teachers. Ugly unlawful union undone. Ultimate universal u-turn unites us using unearthed UFOs. Unknown variables vast vacuum, visibly violent volcanoes, vented virus vaults, vanishing voyagers, weather warnings with world wide war warming weapons waking who would watch wandering why x-axis yields yin & yang yet yankees yell yearly. Ziggurats, zodiacs, zen & zion zipped, zombie zoos zigzaging zero zones
1.9k · Nov 2013
NOTHING NEW
the start of nothing new... do you know how it ends?
welcome to nothing more than words on a screen I am your host fingertips on a keyboard, hope you have the time to dream. It would seem we lost some of what make us what we are but i'v been saving mine in a cup and am offering you a sip, so I do hope you have the time. Now, it would be most beneficial to scream so if you feel the need let it out and when you feel ready we can begin....so nothing new it has begun and it well continue beginning as long as actions happen. the only real end you will ever really know you will be dead for, so it's ok. You can start living now if you have not already done so. find your apex and start building a tower on it fill with book and not a lock on any door though it could use some secret passages. love the land and give all a helping hand so the work of wrong will soon be gone. you can call me a dreamer but at lest i try.
(THE WORK OF WRONG) welcome to the time we are living in and walking backwards we are. believing the lies of your fathers stepson will leave you hating your self. I hope you do your research, the facts are what separate sheep from lions but still you can find both in a zoo, they just wont let you pet the lions. so my sacrificial friends it is our time that makes them (the zoo keepers) their money that just so happens to keeps us in our cages and repeating till the end. I hope you think deeper than your parents, just look where those thoughts got us. so are you packing your food in oil, fueling the world on the blood of the earth and all that ever was earthly without a 2nd thought. what dose the box want you to think today? not feeling right they have pills for that, so turn on your favorite reality show it's not like you have anything else to care about. Have you screamed yet? while working for a dream you forgot.... eat it, breath it, bathe in it; it must be good for you your master and the box said it's good for you. I don't know what Agenda 21 is ,statistics are stupid and repeat. while jumping rope with the devil time dose fly but think if you would have married your sibling you could have your own reality show. Sorry, just doing what fingertips do. It would seem to easy to say the world we are living in is a lie made by the hand who hold the money and then prints god on it but can I just say burn your idiots. why so serious, nothing has ended it is all just beginning and still i see.....
(THE WORK OF RIGHT)welcome to what has been forgotten a path less traveled and hidden from sight far from the lime light if it dose find it's way to the people it usually ends with a hole in the head while walking forward. still a better ending than I can say for most. right dose not work for money or power therefore it dose not need nor want either. it dose not need to be told or soled, the truth is why it fights. nether it's will or it's rage can ever be caged it burns a light to bright. to burn you need to be fueled or your flame will end. an eternal fire is a flame that fuels it's self from within. right can be found in jail cells, right has been chased out of counters and threaten with treason, right is standing up to a power greater than itself for what it knows to be true. you might think you know but have you seen. the lines we walk are drown in sand and the winds are strong so stop walking and fly with me its time to see. a world that dose not need a king just it's people to love everything.the earth can give us more than any government, power hungry fools can't see past greed. now stand fast and hear the meaning this is not a spiritual path as it is the work of right and wrong. a simple fact so have faith in what you will but always stand for what is right and never work for what is wrong so together we can move on.
nothing new just for you
1.3k · Dec 2012
REALITY
I was born aboard an organic rotating spaceship
traveling one point five hundred and ninety eight million miles a day
as I took my first breath of oxygen O2
a 386 billion billion megawatt nuclear fusion reactor came into view
showering me with filtered electromagnetic radiation
making light for every earthly creation
on this one of eight spaceships
orbiting the nuclear fusion reactor
in our solar system
as one
we move through the cosmic unknown
at 32 million miles a day
we live
made from the matter
supernova star dust
what we do now
is up to us
1.1k · Dec 2012
I'd rather be a hobo
I'd rather be a hobo
OVERDOSED ON A HAND FULL OF NODOSE, NOW I'M HOPING TRAINS WITH HOBOS. BEEN LIVING IN THE SAME CLOTHES. HAVEN'T HAD A SECOND TO SHUT MT EYES, IT'S STARTING TO FEEL LIKE I'M LIVEN 75,000,000,000 LIVES. SEEN GOOD MAN HANGING BY THE BOTTOM AS EVIL MAN ON TOP PLOT TO SLAUGHTER THEM. THE POOR ARE THE ONLY ONES BRINGING IN OFFERINGS ALL WHILE THE CHURCH CHOIR SINGS SONGS OF REDEMPTION. BAPTIZING THE LIES OF EVIL PEOPLE, WHY THE RICH MOST BE BELIEVERS. A HOLEY WAR FOUGHT BEHIND DOORS OF OIL RESERVES, BURNING HOLES IN THE O-ZONE, BURNING GOOD PEOPLE IN THEIR HOMES. THE POPULATION, A MASS PRODUCTION OF SLAVES AND CLONES, JUST TO SAY IT'S GODS WAY, PRINT IT ON THE MONEY, AND GIVE HIM HIS CUT EVERY SUNDAY. LOOKS TO ME LIKE WE'RE LIVEN IN THE LAND OF WHO EVER HAS THE UPPER HAND AND HE GETS TO CALL HIMSELF UNCLE SAM. COULD IT BE THAT FRIENDLY FIRE WAS THE INTENT, COULD IT BE THAT WE BELIEVED LIES THAT ARE PAYED WITH OUR LIVES. COULD IT BE WHILE RUNNING WITH OUR HEADS IN BETWEEN OUR KNEES THE RAT RACE CAME AND REARRANGE OUR DREAMS. SO WITH WOOL OVER OUR EYEs EVIL CAN CHANGE INTO IT'S GOOD DISGUISE.
1.0k · Jul 2014
synapses in the sky
daydreaming same as watching my soul screaming
just letting go of reason and maybe we can stop repeating
like the betting of a drum to the changing seasons
just keeping the rhythm isn't enough
it takes the introduction of chaos to wash away the rust
but if oxidation is a must I would watch it rain
as lightning strikes synapses in the sky
to rebuild what was lost between eye and eye
819 · Aug 2014
Untitled
even if skipping claymores at the seashore, always dress for success in a barbed wire tie.
see it's not the ball and chain but the rust that's pumping through your veins,
reciting rigor mortis in light of an afterlife. i may have found mine but purgatory allotted me more free time.
729 · Mar 2015
words
your words can move and show truth to thought. those who see may find light in the dark with nothing less than a look in your hart. I bleed my words and wright my roads with nothing more then lessons taught, starting from the time of birth. This world can scare and so can words so use them wisely and walk your path asking not why but just with an open eye.
588 · Aug 2014
try
try
hope without action, is it compassion that's lacking or just a withdrawal of self satisfaction that's made us lose traction. now stuck in reverse while in the back of a hearse and it's just getting worse. with high hopes we cry "why oh why" but if only we could try
544 · Dec 2012
cold wind
holding back looks as if looks could ****, pierce the hart and let the blood spill. but all you did was run off with my hart like a crook. now i'm here standing with a list of demands carved in the palms of my hands for you, who i will never see again. so if demons could cry i would drown this world but it's inside the only place my pain is showing. like a cold wind blowing on a river run dry. it's I just another name you took.
501 · Dec 2012
walking to the light
walking to the light, I'll play hopscotch on the way. 1 hand grenade short of hope, with a switchblade in my shoulder. if a had the time I would cut the rope that ties you to your boulder but we are made this way so you must break that boulder. without the time to stop or even look back, all we can do is move on. with all these signs it's hard not to turn but I'm walking a line to the light. in the dark of night I find my way while everything else is black and gray I'll focus on what is bright. so at the dawn as the sun starts to rise bringing light to the land feel free to follow my path and we'll make a road so more can go walking to the light.
470 · May 2013
art and murder
if brush strokes could slit throats I wouldn't need to carry these knifes
so let's cut the canvas and make art with it's blood
a painting may say 1000 words but how much can it scream
I'll sharpen my  bristles and shade with the blade
a work of art in beauty and pain
like  life and death it can't be caged in a frame
so **** your canvas before eye open your brain
437 · Dec 2012
Flesh of man (part 1)
Hello hollow world, won't you sink my ship tonight? I seen your stares but took the steps. I'm half way there, cloud nine is next. Now on the edge I talk to god who tells me, I AM "the son of a man, who was." again and again, until it reached her domain, at which this time she said "I AM, in love with the world but not the children of the land, for them time must change but as for you my sun take the stairs and help those on the way, so one day I will return to love them once again". The mother earth had ******* but we pulled out and all that remains is a stain. so now time has come to clean the sheets. as I play beats on angel skin drums.the flesh of man could not withstand  a rhythm such as this.
414 · Mar 2015
Taxing
black cats cross my path as more sand sifts through the hourglass. counting seconds like debt with no money left so i'll bounce checks to the ceiling and for what it worth I'll spend this time on earth. still looking back for the change while the future seems so strange so i pay in the moment shaking hands with the tax man but never really owning **** but the blood sweat and tears i drip. If a penny saved is a penny earned you can put me to rest in a copper earn. As the hands on a clock are always turning it's the fire inside me that's always burning so I laugh at luck and throw dice to the sky. There's no need to hold back tears this world can make grown men cry so one rule and that's eye for an eye with no reason to lose sleep over it cause we all know how time loves to fly.
410 · Jul 2014
Untitled
Dead eyed and blue to the world resting on the underbelly of liberty and at home in a hand grenade. So why walk when you can skip to the beat of the misleading, bleeding out reason most well sigh but ought ask why
289 · Aug 2014
sleep on it
land of the free, mostly homeless and in prison. force fed demons from the time we started breathing. now with no solutions who's part of the problem? let's solve it with some solvents and sleep through the morning. fined me wide eyed, screaming at my dreams cause i can't wake up with a fist full of hope but an empty cup.......... I've been talking to your maker and he don't give a **** so it would be best if you could just wake up, let me scream............
282 · Aug 2014
Untitled
hanging on a beam of light in the dead of night. time and space has left this place so all that is doesn't matter. i'll take a form far from the norm breathing life into a storm. as what you see is just perception or maybe it's just me.
261 · Jul 2014
IF
IF
If I could say that it all will be ok i'd be a liar
but  I will tell you that we'll all be here tomorrow
If you could count on one hand
the times it didn't go to plan
you may not have done enough
cause to succeed you may need to try time and time again
as it may seem just a dream don't forget that it all start's with a thought
and if we can see it to reality it could be such a beautiful tomorrow
249 · May 2017
Untitled
What you chose to save can show just who you are.
As we let the memories fill our scares and mold our soul.
Like mapping the roads we've strolled to a destination unknown.
I see no point in holding gold, but rather roads paved in life.
Filling the walls with pictures and knowing the stories of them all.
While some work for the king's silver, I fight for the joys of life day and night.
235 · May 2017
nice to meet you.
I was riding a train of thought when I caught a glimpse of true. My soul did see and with this was set free. So shall we embrace the pace of insanity and recognize a truth that is within. I would do more then to begin but what else is there then to end.
220 · Aug 2017
let go and go
Lost on a walk that started in the park with sunshine, glasses of wine and good times. But as it does then it got dark and all I had was a spark to light my way. So persistent I tried but couldn't find my way so I closed my eyes and pondered the my path. Still my mind didn't know so I chose to let go and started to think with my soul. It was then I felt my fire burning from inside sending arks of synapses rebuild the body mined and soul. Could it be sometimes the freedom of letting go is what lets us be whole
211 · May 2017
knife life
Night breed it might be the right breed to insight the fight give reason to life not to think twice but act on the facts get us off our backs adding insight to life with an act of attack
203 · May 2017
fate
Fate is something we make, but still have no real control of. Like playing in the sand you can dig a hole or make a castle, but all it takes is the right wave to clean the slate.
192 · May 2017
Just Ice
Just us now all alone the party is in the other room. Justice now sits upon a thrown made of handcuffs and chains, barbed wire and bars make the walls and floors they are paved in gold. As guards in suits and ties watch the halls swatting at any butterflies passing by.
Justice now fair be it from I, as eye lay down, a world to waste. It's in the skies, it's in the taste, it's the reason why we'll always try. It's just not in this place...... It's just us.
183 · May 2017
Dry Tear Ducts
Been lost in thoughts of what's the cost to do with you and I. A price on life is wrong and that we can't deny. So they subsidize a loss of heart falling apart from eye to eye and all that's left is blood and sweat, and this fire in my eye.
175 · May 2017
Chaos
the mathematics are there but at far to large of a scale to be compared with complicated variables everywhere.
161 · May 2017
awake
abandoning all absolutes and allowing alternate answers always acknowledging all astonishing and ascending.

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