And i walk on, with less luggage to way me down, i've sold my house, said bye to my friends, i send sentiments to family with my pen, i've given up on transport, i just use my thumb, i've taken to poetry, portraying the world is more fun, i've stopped getting dole, I live hand to mouth, I don't do convention, it seems like an alien sensation, i spend less money on tins of the spree, sometimes i go anywhere, and ware anything, I lost the will to care about the judges poking out their heads, i dont care abouts people thoughts of my hobbies, they come and go for years, but hobbies go on
I've broken into an old house that was lying in the street, i dont pay no bills and the water is free

Wandering, passion full of reality deep, moving in motion, forgetting, just motions expression, time breathes out every cell, though someone says evil chains infect you from end to main, telling you insane, eyes wander through the moment, your life is breathing, skin sometimes grows and gets older

Knives on the table clatter while people force and dishone you

Breathing life like wind, body transfers movement, light shining out your actions, though fading and disolving, touches the future, in a divine moment more real than time, nothing else is seen nothing else is life

poetry is stupid,
basically useless,
just my slave,
to make people more conscious,

grasping the last strangled control,
going through my pen,
I disrespect control,
and take what I want from the universe,

Crazy loons
                                   blind hearts they ****
                                       fools with guns
                              shells and blown up hills

                                    kind of the world
                                      has a sore head
                            and suggests to morons
               why don't we blow up a paint factory instead?

                                       yes we could
                                        if we should
                              well do it once a year
                                  won't that be good

                          Gallons of different colours
                                flying up in the sky
                               splodging so funnily
                       A GREEN DOG JUST RAN BY!!

                      And all the different countries
                             joined hands forever
                            and learned real peace
                  blowing up paint factories together

A blade of grass can cut a stack of ashes
The battle now is to cut insecurity
Insecurity can cut a mountain of courage

And the pebbles will be cut
and roam forever
Wheres the next mountain?