I've been shaken, lost, mistaken, taken from place and been stripped of figurative speech.
Like thieves that didn't bother to leave, waiting for you to catch them, wanting you to believe them.
Try to catch hold of yourself amongst the anguish; long trips cause such exhaustion,
   but it's inevitably reassuring to hear thAt All things must pass.
It took much, but has given more!
I love you all.

don't give me that "I'm licking the sky right now" ,stuck in the know how,              
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wow to that performance oh by the way did you notice; Kids care.
He.. enjoyed himself greatly 
better than a usual exaggeration or.. possibly...
                love?
whatever was better when you were drunk
long faces and expensive decorations
cut throats and black jacks
waitin for your hips to sway
play the molded clay

anxious to change myself
anxious to get where I want to be
anxious to have people see the colors I see
anxious to become more anxious

      ...give me another line
I'm fine...
  rough night planned full of plight
and anxious strife

they call me
   they want to see me
      they want to know I'm not dead
what's so bad about death,
it's the new fad no need to be sad

Just keep waiting for me to make it big
honeybee
I'll be
one day.
you won't have to marry that man
you won't have to clean his mess
you won't have to call to know my plan
you won't have to wait for my death

float by my side, get busy
our name will be in lights, stay *****
and I'll be kissing the spot near your waist tonight

as I was asked to think on women
to which whom I would call a muse,
there was a loud shuttering ClaK!
still to think on, only few women to choose.
who could I say?
a love scorned
a torch that still burns.  or
the ***** the turned my gut and left me
ClaK!!!  "Why should I care for my outburst enflared, this mess in front of me isn't fair!"
why is this my problem?
when all I want to do is have a little self-reflection bath in the morning air.
Why can't you have your time to judge yourself and tear your own ego apart, everyone else in your life has taken a piece, take un-biased look at your melancholy and you mite find it's terrentially inconsequential .

I'd like to catch you
on the darkside of the moon
    
       or was the dark end of the room
under the bed
where all your wanton song needs are
between rock n roll rooms
     and un-tidy dwelling tombs

fulfilling someone eles's dreams tonight?
that's alright, my mind found another
dropped beat.

tune the distortion
   fine press sound waves to a gentle
roll
       colored vibration, and not from a gun
       the end of despair and unconscious love is near.
StandFast my friends, remember,
"with the power of soul
any thang is possible", and if you loved the stars as much as I
  you mite understand my plight.
The Cosmos dance and we act for romance, but let us sing!
With Music I Can Die
Because Truly
All Is By My Side

I wouldn't try to fit you in a bottle
I've tried to get rid of you
         in my bottle
Every last drop you helped swallow
and for every one to follow
         out of my bottle
Sweet mescaline soaked in ivory
how now who got lost smiling
   Tasted like it came
          from my bottle
  and the irony that pored into a puddle of "why?"
  I don't even like to drink.

So move my brain
  
    Strike me there, across the plain

Where buffalo reign, heavily

Strong, steadfast, incredibly,
                                               Not vain.

Waiting for the sun in the morning blunderbusstop eye lids and red lips
Couldn't hide her hip's sway
The way a ***** plays
in the moonlight. What a sight .
I'm hurt
I've been cursed,
the wind won't take me
It seems to be bleeding
Exquisite taste in rich sarcasm
Won't you take this ****** away from me before I cave.
In another ceremony we both lived
and cared for the earth,
Unbroken.

"The winds not blowing your direction anymore baby?"

Maybe I just dropped my sail.

There was a man who said
" every ******'s like a setting sun "
I don't know if I quite understand but I can at least try.
And I guess, in retrospect, it really was me with the pipe in hand
Because I never ran when you came back.
Like I was waiting,
I knew
you would come back
but i...
Well, moral of the story is
This girl could never figure out if it was me she loved,
Or if there was a need to be loved
That was in need of satisfaction.



Just a broken down palace where a king and queen could still dwell
But we're never meant to.

Did you not feel great in highschool.
Running in a gang every second you weren't pacing in class,
when all you had to think about was what you were going to do.
Finding the ways to do it as it came.
Not concerned with fame, because you were famous.
Those six kids you hung with everyday, each other's heroes,
Comrades that couldn't break
Making sure everyone has a stake.
I've saved more than five lives
But mine has been givin back,
Oh so many times.
Oh brother o' mine,
Let's go find some grass,
Let's go find some girls,
Oh brother o' mine
Let us forge our minds in the night






and get heavily sedated.

And here I sit.
   Looking up, I know something's is different.
See, I thought to play with needles you'd only end up with a track or two.
The second I dropped you in my veins my heart gave a quiver . .. . Dew drops forming on the grass as I looked over to see you shakin, your favorite song was playin and I did promise you the moon.
    If I only I knew I'd be chasing that first pinch forever.
    If only I knew you'd couldn't change ,no not ever

He spends all his time listening to music.
He's either up stairs with his guitar or talking about his guitar.
When he goes out in public he brings it with him, and it gets worse.
He'll spend a whole day just walking around sitting on the grass, playing and singing to the birds.
And the first thing he does when gets money, is buys strings or some amplifier thing.
The kid needs to get his priorities straight, start doing kid stuff like smoking *** or getting trashed in a alley.
You know he's never been arrested!
Absolutely reckless.
Somebody help him, please.

Fought your case, hit the base now rage till you lose your face!
I'm space, you're space, we're all lost to the last drop and there is no reason for the pinball tournament to stop
We'll keep the cogs turnin till the babies stop shaking
I'm outside trying to rattle sheep while hurds are swarming in from sleep
My brothers coping with a lost coin toss and cigarette burns between his toes
All the mean while no one noticed some cats crept in and stole all our gold
I'll fold to hold it
Forgetting every milasecond I kept waisting my ability to forge sworn favors and excellent sense of humor for slackers and loose birds
Floating over broken bones bein stoked makin sure we're lettin the fires burn
Puttin the ashes in a modest recepticle and lay beneath the flowers
Layin in the lye for hours waitin to breakdown the spectacle of lights and superpowers
If I knew the purpose of the game
I probably wouldn't play
If I knew how to make money
I probably wouldn't want it
If knew how to not pop tires
My *** probably stop getting fired
But I'm tired and can't have half a nights rest for every moment is spent trekking on misguided intent with good motives in my head
I help the dead find their place in the middle coaching along singing the song all on the fiddle like that little ****** the riddle you bet your last skittle for a cup of brain sizzle
And I never said this was the best but my arrogance has you suckas restting in heck

She's bugged my brain
When there was butterflies hanging around,
I was told not catch any.
Make it easier when they left, dig?
Well I guess the child I am won't stop touching everything.
As the wind blows the white in hair away from her face,
She can't hold eye contact and well,
I have no reason to feel trapped.
I just...
I guess...
Let me just forget why I came before I get on the train.

"You'll lose your mind out there."
       Warns the pastor, clenching his chest.
If you couldn't change anything,
Would you want to.
       I ponder, to formulate questions that can reasonably make sense wouldn't satisfy my curiosities for what matters to me.
So I'm going to keep on being selfish until you can tell me if you believe in dragons and whether or not you can sing the blues love.

To hold it close
That vorfreude,
To feel cozy
As if you had asylum.
Well, I don't much feel like explaining why
I can't deal with you at this time baby
But you're going to invite me anyway
Because you were waiting,
Observing and controlling
Watching my lips move, carefully,
With some wisdom,
Or perhaps cliche,
Hinting that I might just imagine some way for our bodies to connect...

To find you is to capture lighting
in a jar,
So I'll hold my crucible close by
Lest our paths become parallel
once more.