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how
how
Following the rhymes of the wind blows
But it seems to follow me
Like every time i call it forward
It moves to set me free
And all the trees seem to flow
In an interpretive dance
Yes all the time I'm holding still
Branches react to my glance.
And why does life never seem to work
For some but then theirs others
Who worship nature in their hearts
And are connected with the mother
Whose attitudes and shining smiles
Can make the weather change
And other miracles
Fast react
Happening more than strange.
Why it's almost as if
Needs are met
How
How
Measure the fall
And study the happening.
God fell first in lust to love
And we his mutants of selfish desire.
Sanguine

        new born

                         like the first.


My root is ****** from all the time i spent remembering
all the struggles i spent struggling.


When God winked i thought he wanted me
But then he gestured towards my mother.

How fruedian of me to discover

I was the child and never the lover.
Etching the memories into some memorable and pleasant recollection of what my mind sees fit and how things happened but I wonder if it wasn't so.
It's been three years, and some days and I feel a repetition.
I wonder i wonder I wonder.
Sea box closing
imploding
******* with in
see man exuding
removing
and placing in sin

and what is it then
So it begins, and how?

With fear and anxiety.
The energy that would be surging through you if you chose the path that you are thinking of, is already giving you a preview of whats to come.
Sober minded your body goes into over drive and adrenaline fills your nerves and brain and heart with static and sweat. You battle back and forth, because you know the danger and the out come. But the fight is meaningless because the Ego has chosen long before you even thought you had a choice to make.

To put it off would be like to feed a fire.

You lay down to try to overcome the intentions already giving bid with in you, without your will. Tears threaten to well in your eyes and the feeling of hopelessness and emptiness is quite prominent. You wonder to yourself how you have found yourself in the palm of something so much more powerful than yourself.
Thrashing and turning, because all positions are uncomfortable and futile, as long as you don’t give into the brat with in. The child like side of you who begs for Methamphetamine as you used to beg for candy at the grocer, knowing today may as well be the last day you could ever have it is beginning to fit within.

Your lover can not see the fight within you because he is looking at you from the outside from with in his own battle field...

The fight is beneath the skin.

You battle with right and wrong, going to pray to god, but then stopping yourself…. “Do i truly want to ask god for help with this? isn’t it a bit redundant to ask my god to save me from something i keep feeding my own flesh too.” As if The **** were a hungry animal, or perhaps its more about the addiction than a substance. Today **** is the substance, tomorrow it could be something other than that. You feed off of that which is out side yourself for satisfaction and it only brings further trauma. You can kick your feet and threaten to take sleeping pills, but your EGO wont allow a sleeping antidote today, because in this situation that could work in controlling it.

Not like in strictly emotive situations were sleep just hinders your ability to work out things with others.

No a sleeping pill could completely stop the cravings and send you into a trance of dreams about your inner issues. This is not going to be allowed. You are not in control. You have never been, but the substances Man has created have found themselves in the hand bag of the devil. And they offer item and tool for control. Like We have established. You gave up your power of decision when ever you fed into the egos beck and calls. Whispering your name and stories of pleasure and connection. A peace and happiness most human form has never known,

A jarring of the spiritual body and a quickening of death.

The mirror is beginning to look like a grave yard.

Your death is stenching the air and the clock is ticking. have you given in to the whimpering of your body and minds physical call for this drug you so enjoy in sin. Not quite yet but cracking is inevitable you know you have already chosen and any sliver of hope is falsely studied being whisked away so as not to interfere with the plan of Lucifer in this biblical story. When you announce that indeed the decision of methamphetamine is the one you chose.
(however you do not chose this, because to be driven for falseness truly is impossible. You have been lead a stray and know not truth.)

Immediately the guilt has already set in, before any actions are made on the decision your heart is calling out, is this right, to hurt my self in pleasure so temporary. Is this right, do i love my father an mother truly or have I even met them at this point. You lift yourself up off the bed and when your lover goes to follow suite

you can’t help but feel as an untrue Shepard tricking innocent sheep to follow her into the wolves den.

Would we both be fed on by the evils of this world. And if one of us is not, then is the other saved. But if one of us does, then both are doomed? Who I am to make choices lone, and am I at all.

When you lean off the bed you fall down the rabbit hole, seeing your love fall in right after you. you keep your eyes on the sky line at the top of the pit because already you are filled with remorse. You clutch your lover because already you crave their forgiveness.

Who does this demon belong to, was it yours or mine, or never either of ours.

Ridden with guilt for not only the fall of herself but eve is bothered that she is to blame for the falling of Adam. Are any of us to truly blame besides that scoundrel The Satan, and then if we blame him is it really only displacing the blame which truly should be laying on both our hearts each. Should we stow this mistake in the flesh and muscle like some prized possession or release it now before its set in.

And then If i asked for repentance and the reversal of my inertia would that prayer be granted, and if it was would i feel

blessed, or robbed.

I am reluctant to ask for help from the Most high even though i am most literally at my death bed when ever considering the life of christ. And if i can not request the light of God in fear of having a certain evil taken from me what does this make me?

You exit your house, haven of safety far away from all evil except the most irresistible, Oh Sweet Satan, or My sweet Mind, with so much potential and ideas, the power held with in my satan may very well be equal to that of the power of my Living Christ. And is this then why it is so difficult for triumph to meet me in the fields of mammon. How can I awaken My own Jesus to take the Methamphetamine to the cross along with his brother, The Satan so that for once, the evil will repent for His sins, and see in truth why suffering is coming from all of his biddings.
I am the shameless *****.
For sinning is in my blood
and I am shown that every month
at my bodies detest,
destroying a cell.
It was set for life but not so,

rip your guts out.

And He Is a shameless tyrant.
King of the world
murdering theif

And in our destitute

alone

we were nothing more than edging towards a bottom
eating our own flesh in rage and jealousy at each other

but when  My Whoreship
met His Tyranny
we found purpose.
In unison.

We found joy in expression
we found that coming together
made us worthy of something.
gave our sins reason
gave our sins a divinity
which could never be changed.

A perfection of two ever destructive things.

Two things which always destroy themselves
coming together
in perpetuity

and creation

something either were incapable of.

and that  is the origin of evil.
and how life came forth from it.
Those vitaman's taste good not in my throat
My tension so tight
My esophagus pressurize upward
Before anything can fall down wards
And I'm removing and rejecting
Sustence for escaped air
Or rather unescapable air
Trapped in the center of my throat
Below the voice box
Above the acid pit
And directed exactly
To push on my lungs
Lean on my heart
And it's going I think but I'll tell you this
It's weaker anyway
And will be
When I poison myself
With lies about where courage come from...
It's not from this if I didn't make myself clear...
It's not from begging for cardiac arrest with hunger suppressants
Which take over your entire being.  
Like I said, clamped down so tightly is my tension that my esophagus lets not a thing out nor in.
You wanted me to say
another  thing
perhaps about the sky
maybe of the rain

You wanted me to breathe
condensation on your face
you wanted me to exhale
vibration in this place

Your eyes were moving side ways
your lips were trembling
and I was reciting 5 ways
to get a crystal glass to sing

A bit less pressure,
just keep it going smooth
slow down around the curve
steady when you move

Friction is a friend
of those who like the sound
of softly grinding skin
reverberating into the ground
this is also a song, if your interested in hearing it, message me.
I'm feeling hungry, so I breathe in deep.
I dont want to eat
I want my body to be pure.
I'm feeling hungry, how much can I endure.

Hungry in my stomach in my heart and in my head.
Hungry and I am also feeling close to dead

But alive is what I want and what i wish for is pure

I am hungry but i know, that is just a lure.

I want my body clean my body strong my body whole.

I am hungry .....  but it is a hunger from the soul.
You play guitar so eloquently.  I desire your rhythm.
You create sound, vibration with the flick of a
Wrist.
While I ****** my own.

Your pick is plastic, harmless to the flesh
and you make love to your guitar
as you stroke her strings.

I ****** myself slowly plucking away
at my own strings.
With my own pick.

My edge is razor sharp, as is yours
just two different perspectives.

You think quickly and remember
the sound each string makes

While I fumble from vein to vein.

I once saw you working down stairs
and you slid a staple into the wall
and it reminded me
Of sliding needles into my vein and ripping them
out.
SO it would bleed,
more than any one ever should.
I feel this now, in my veins.
Its healing in some way.
To write about the past
and hope you dont go back
because that would mean
dying
Your not having a good day
But I smile despite the attitude.
You frown sadly as you move from
room to room
Dreading the impending doom.

Home for lunch but you must leave soon...

I smile despite the dreary mood....

Your not having a Good Day

I say I love you I laugh and I smile.

I try to keep your attention a while..

Even though your being mean
I still think your color is the most

beautiful sheen
I inhale your breath as you sleep
like some secret ingredient is found
in your rest and only I can have it.

I taste your lungs and feel the moisture from you body
I am delighted in connection.


This precious air I am breathing, straight from you, my Love.

This precious air.

You open your eyes and like that I am stunned
they seem to sparkle brighter than any sun

You catch my breath, in your throat and I can not breathe any more
I have to hold my breathe just to look into your eyes
Just to completely allow all of it to flow
between you and I.

You know the feeling, you know the way,
You know theres nothing either one of us could say.
You know this tide, this circuitry
this stream between you and me.

Its electric like we are one,
Its like Im the moon and your the son.
Its like we take turns being eachother
like You were my father and I'll be your mother.
Like I am your sister and you are my brother.
Like my soul is your soul and we are the same.
Like all of this life is just one silly game.
Savage little honey drop
crystallized like sugar
sweetness from my ovaries
has turned everything bitter.

Quaking ***** which begged to burst
a fruit that's so obscene

wailing with its own discomfort
discredited its being.

How i wanted you to be inside of all of me

How i wanted you to be in me so selfishly.

I would have held your love and blood

Boiled it to the brink

of self implosion or selfless explosion

or something so pristine.
I stood staring in awhe
At spectral lightening birth
And the waters poured all over me
And the lightening crashed on every thing.
You might have thought it was terrifying

But I wasn't scared of dying.

I was to busy living

Through the cycles god gave me.
Vacuum pull
Invite me In
Sucker for your
Needful sin.  
I'm quaking thoughts
Of you untied
Released from
All your painful pride.
Unhinge your insecure
I need you
Vulnerable.
Give me all those things you think
That aren't the pretty showing kind.
And I will take it all from you
And I will prove to change your mind.
I love to make waves, movement, to speak.
I want to be the difference that i think we all need.
I think we all deserve to be who we want.
I think we all deserve to kick Shame in the ****.

Lets through out guilt,
just for the sake of being Guilty
Lets stop holding on to our pasts,
I know mine makes me dizzy.

Its a lot to hold onto,
and I bet yours is worse.
I bet there are some days
you would gladly crawl in a hearse,
be drove to your own funeral,
hell, you would bury yourself,
But that's not what this is about.
this is about getting help.

This about loving you
doing what it is you want to do.
Figuring out, who exactly you are,
what colors you like, what kind of car.
What makes you cry, salty tears of joy
and what makes you angry
what makes you want to destroy.
What Gets under skin, and blisters up,


do you have any wounds,

I can sew them shut.
Recognition  sparks in your glance,
That hesitance a wall between us.
Gleam of life in the eyes,
but insecurities demean us.

I'd like to reach out, my finger tips, your face
in a starring contest no one wants to win
and no one one wants to lose.

Just eye ball to eye ball reflecting me into you.

Don't shy away now, don't cast your glance downward
as you trace your index along your elbow nervously
I can't even hear your thoughts
yet you fear my judgment.

I want to take you for those things you think
I ******* hate drugs... And I ******* hate pain.
I hate than any one ever has to deal with feeling insane.
I hate that any one ever knew what it was like to be high.
I hate that so many people are way to young when they die.
I hate that people fall inlove with broken souls
I hate that people drag others into their holes.
I hate that No one really has enough time
I hate that all some people have is that last line.
I hate suffering, I hate death, I hate unfairness.

I am so ******* mad and I am so ******* hurt.

Why do beautiful young people have to over dose.
Or get hit by a car. Anyeurism or bleed out in the bath tub.

Shot Gun to the mouth. Why, why, why, why....

Its killing me, just knowing that so many people are suffering.
SO many people have been changed have been forced into a death cycle.

I want to save them all I wish I could.

I am so mad. That i can't.

I want to save you and love you and hold you. and stop you from killing yourselves.
We move in rhythm
We sway in tides
We count our blessings
Hope they not hide

We move in numbers
Two's and 10's
We press our luck
We hurt our friends.

We move in motion
Of magnetic force
We surf the ocean
Fearing the legendary Divorce.
You thought and so it came
Did you ever see the correlation
Or was it luck of the planet's
Which life so ever presently
Ensures for your stake.  
Your mission lasts
Your life time lasts
In the hands of what?

Shall we not take back our independence?
Relieve the great giver
Of the universes unfolding on his shoulders.
Take in to consideration,
This holy gift of evolution .
This moment of conscious awareness and what shall we do?
Typically I stay quiet
in times of stress I would
rather just silence myself than deal with
the impending doom of attempting
to grasp what was going on
and exactly what needs to be done.
Numb to the entire world as long as
I need to make a decision.

And Indecisive is an understatement
as i fade to black blankness
as if my existance slips out from under me
and suddenly
I am no mind
No body.
Gone from this world
and I can hear your voice begging me
for thoughts of closure
like microphones made of paper
submerged in honey
echo and muffle
wom wom wom wom

Who am i,
I know nothing,
You need me now in this moment and for some reason
I can't conjure a single thought...

But im learning
to say
I love you when your lonely
and distancing your self from me
and I'm realizing you need
some one to steady you
with word from mouth
and food for thought
because your the same as me
and you just shut off from everything.
I have found no end to

suffering or happiness.

I have seen them come and go.
One dry dust evening
Those times when sun shone pink
All across the hill side
Flickering on the lake

That's it.

Picture me and my complexes
Stumbling in the grass trying hard
To breathe.
Wanting to last forever
But begging to leave.
I only questioned my existance
In every being of my observance
And every time life flickered before me
Like sun rays on the lake
Shedding pink tones of gold
Over everything I saw...
And when infant wings fell from their nests
I hung them out to dry
In metal fish nets
From the pine trees
And I wanted to pour
More life forth
In the feeding of pigeons.
But they always died
And I never knew why
But it was my lack of conscious.
Growing up in southern indiana finding the fledglings and taking their lives unknowingly
Time after time. 5 6 7 8 9 years old. I don't remember when I realized to water them I only rememeber the guilt.
From every scattered verse
To every driven hearse
It all but a domino

The affect is felt
The ripples melt
People either die or grow.

Time is spent
Find whats meant
You either stay or you go.
Exultation over comes me and on to you.
You are the pinnacle no matter how you move.
Tender hedonism you have found me
Now I beg please expound me.
Tell me who I am what do you see.

my green eyes dart to try to view the world like you.
I press my forehead to your face to dream the dreams you do.
I'm over come by the tumult
In fact my ignorance feels like assault.
And all I ever wish to do is see myself as you do.

You titillate me completely
But I am so distrait
I cant even see
My mind holds no weight.
grogily I move about
sandy eyes in mornings drought
All alone in silence cleansed
All the wounds, in silence mends.

i'm quiet in my head and mind
I am no longer dead and blind
I am no long cynical
My cup is now half way full.

Here it is my crusification
here it is release of affliction
Here it is my hanging cross
suffer now, pay the cost.

Happiness is measured
By the pain you have weathered.

Not until then will you deserve a thing.
Hell fire, and waste covers the ground
Its been years since any thing has grown.
And I haven't seen many around
In a few more years I'll be old.

Broken Glass and hot ember, smoke to thick to breathe
walk through it all to find the door, just to see you've forgotten the key.

Back to the drawing bored back to decision
Or in decision tonight.

I want you to live I want you to grow
But this is only YOUR fight.
"She smells like ***"
I could hear them whisper
Did they really think that they were better
Just because I was 7 and smelled like ***
and they didn't cause they were cleaner than me.

"what a freak, she said she's part lizard"
Yes I did and also I'm a wizard
and I dont think you should call a wizard names.
Please stop laughing this is not a game.

"snicker snicker, we think we're better"
I see this and its not effecting me,
at least not now, in a conscious degree.
I am only 7 and i dont get why your mean.
I tried to be your friend, I told you my favorite color was green.
I told you how my dad was a super hero cop who faught the
aliens off.
I said that and I meant it too.
I thought you could tell me about your dad too...
Cause mine, well he's got alot of alien fighting to do.
and i haven't seen him since i was 5.
Oh my mom, I dont know if she's alive.
My grandma took me from her, I dont know why.
Something about germany, and *** slavery but I am 7 and dont know anything.
I told you about how my mom promised me a new world, she said i was her girl and we were leaving this place. She said the people here were of a lower race, and that when we got there it would be like outer space.
I told you how the power rangers lived at my house
and how even though im only 7 i still have a spouse.
told you my grandmother knows everything in the world and you can't convince me different Oh and she's rich, and i think shes a reverend. She reads alot a bibles, and tells me I may go to hell.
But hey remember I'm a wizard so I'll just cast a spell.

"she is crazy, i dont get her"
Your talking to loud to pretend that you whisper.
Your making to much fun to pretend that your better.
Because I may be 7 and I may be a wizard, I may smell like *** and I may be half lizard. But I'm a good person and I know thats what I am suppose to be. I'm nice to you, even though you hate me. I treat you well even though you berate me.  I try to impress you even though i see its no use lately.
I tried so hard but now I'm 8
Now My heart is filled with hate.
I've been abused,
My thoughts misused.
My mind mislead
My heart now dead.
Im Getting tired, and I'm gettign quiet.
You called me a liar  said you didn't buy it.
So i shut it. You dont want my stories
I dont want to tell you
dont want to hear my glory?
I dont blame you.
I'm useless. Im boring
Im stupid I'm dumb.
I'm 8 years old and I've stopped having fun.

But hey my moms back now, and she is living with me.
She hits me really hard, almost constantly .
You would never know that
and I would never tell.
I wonder if my grandma can send her to hell.
I wonder if you knew, if any of you would care...
That at night I am beat, and drug by my hair.
That I night I am hungry and far away.
That when not a school I am just as abused
as they way you do me here.
I was a messed up kid. just some stories from my child hood all mashed up together
In moments like this my ears burn
I want you to hear this but need you to learn
and If i say it too soon you will reject
but if i subtly drop a hint, you may deflect.

Being true to our humanity and the truth with in
Has proven difficult but well worth it in the end.

I have watched as those around me become more aware
and I have watched my self grow as well.

When you speak of the things which are never let out
they begin to show you a different way.
Everything seems so Subliminal
Like all your gestures are between the lines
And maybe you've lost interest .
Or maybe your just tired
Like you say
You've been at work
It's been long day
And I am hoping
You'll show some curiosity
And I am hoping behind it is velocity
Of the most disturbing kind
And you won't hold back
And you won't be polite
and you will take what's yours
Which is that which is mine
And I would give to you
I would give you all the way
But can't you just take it from me
Just for today.
Broken chord it lost resonance
In the middle of its expression
Fell flat on its face, what a hard existence this life gives us.
Savage like a wild animal
In my own rite,
I would **** you .

Like the rites of spring
mean anything
I would **** you.

I am an animal
Drifting in space
Claws out, Teeth cracking.

I will not surrender for I am
FEAR.


I will run miles,
and eat rotten flesh
I will **** my young
and
**** the rest...

I am an animal.
I am that place between animal

and God.

Becoming better
but still i thrive on
Instinct.

When Will that become

Awareness
Conscious
Ability

When will I direct the flow of how

Things Go.

When will I transcend

Instinct
and become
a GOD

Instead of this stupid animal
Acting on,
Fear.
Claws out Teeth Cracking
I will **** you.
I hear the seraph's calling
They speak my name out loud
Is my grounding falling
Please remove this cloud.

My heart is so aware of the sound that's reaching out
But its so confusing to my mind that my ego wants to shout.
What in Gods name do you need me to do.....
Please don't ask to much, i hate to feel blue.

I've made to many promises, and my heart couldn't take it
So even if i knew, I might still try to fake it.

I need to bring you with me
Why do you keep falling behind

Why the **** can't you keep up.
I need you to stay with me, stop falling behind.

Yes its my own preference but I'm losing my mind.
To stray away from you would be death in its self
Stop moving so slow.
You spoke of hopelessness and dispair
and Like A robot I put my two hands together
and made the loud sound of a gun
as I placed my fingers in my mouth.

You didn't get the relation between
What you were saying
and my interpretive dance.

But there were times when I was thinking you should repent
and you fell to your knees screaming for christ

and I knew that you did understand
with out me even saying a thing
or moving.

So when you said, I need to heal

I said I try to keep it clean
and I put on  lip stick with my finger just like the gun
and twirled my hair
and kissed your finger.

And you laughed. we both laughed.

We live such a high life.
No where to go as the mind never moves
Moving scenes tell me who I am.
Mythology crept into my existance
In every story book I ever read.
I'm seeing the roles we are choosing to play.
Moving the holes which seem to grow in the day.
Yet at night something strange.
At night there's rearrange.
Sing to me, in counted rhythm .

Let not my pride confound me.

Show me all the stepping stones
which lead up to your alter.

I will set myself in them
and you can walk on me.

Sing to me in tempo
of a better greener day
Crab walking to the closest gas station
For a sense of belonging
And there's nothing I want here
but to feel like part of the
Community
But I'm side stepping conversation
And speaking out of the corner of my mouth.
It's no wonder I'm gaining no closure.
I'm to aware of my faults.
Further more what are you doing to mine?  
God please don't waste my time
My thoughts are like post it's  
Scattered along my bed room wall
All the things to remember
All the people to call
And the books to read
The things to learn.
How much time to smoke ****
How much time to yearn
When's my next cigarette
How long since I ate
How's the kitchen look
I've been staying up to late. . .

Where in this exactly is the mind
I can not see I must refine.
You spoke and it was like every thing
was made from glass.

and your frequency was far to chaotic for my universe

sharp chunks of everything I had worked so hard to believe
embedded in my skin
as the whole of my existance shattered before you
into a thousand tiny pieces all landing in front of you
perfectly aligned
to spell out
life well lived.

who are  you
some mystical being
God,
or who I was meant to become.
How could you
I mean me,
How could I be so far away
as to not notice it was only my reflection
and I shattered it myself.
Sadist sadly succumbed to me
In rolling waves of self loathing
In tired shades of losing touch
In bed's we made that were just to much.
And the toil
Was ever present regret
Layered deep with in my nauseas pit.
And holding down my beating heart
Was my own ribs.
How could I offer anything
To the one already golden
Me fallen beneath the clouds
Belly to ground
I writhe in pits of fallen men
And you beyond the Eagles wing
So valiantly expressed beyond my own recognition.
I see in images and references
Of what I know
You see beyond the eagles wing.
A mirage of watery reflections
All speaking in unison
Of some stranger
From their dream
And I could see them all
But I never know what it means.
Could you please tell me who I am.
I sometimes wonder if I am an Angel

Or rather fallen from the sky...
maybe if you have to keep distance
if you have to keep the distance
and you  keep the distance
you can't fight
and you wont have to fight
and you'll never fight
if you just stay away.

so keep the distance
not that i dont care
but that i dont fight
and you keep the distance
and it will be alright.
I hurt myself more than what you think.
I bite my tongue and cheek and lips in anger.
I chew the skin from around my fingers.

Its passive aggression

Its me trying to survive

its just something small

cover up this huge gaping hole.

Its Obsession
its compulsion

and when I was on acid the truth came out.
I tasted the blood and like a child

I spoke

I hurt myself all the time you know?
I giggled
I dont know why, I wish I could stop.
(embarrassed)
I bite the tip of my tongue, its always swollen.
I chew my tongue like gum I cant stop.

Looking to you my sweet husband as if you were my father
Please love the way I was never loved by any one else.
I have hidden so much from the world in hopes of survival
and its killing me
She sees life in its glow
she never even stuttered
in the darkest of the  moments
She always simply uttered

"life is beautiful, Life is beautiful, I am lucky to be"

And in the darkness as she huttled, hugging a knee
whimpering tearfully,

"life is beautiful life is beautiful, I am lucky to be"

"life is potential and I am living, and I get to be me"

"and this pain I am feeling, how ever long, is temporary"

"one day things will change I will move, alive or dead"

"and the things that will be left will only have been those in my head"

"Life is potential and I am alive"

"Pain is sufferable, and I will survive. "
Saunter fluid like dripping wax
cherry sweet and casual
Moving towards growing old
steady axe anvil.
Worked this life its worked me
Every remembered morning
I walked it through and gritting teeth
Funerals, fun, sun, or Storming.
Has it all been uttered?
Are there no words left to say.
Have they truly all been uttered
In a completely better way.
Or am I missing something.
A letter in the alphebet.
If there truly is something
I haven't thought of it yet.
Consider this,  
clamped down on your own
existence
stress and tension
trying to hold your self In place
Cause naturally genetically,
you fear change.
Change comes from movement
Change is pain
We latch to comfortability
Though repition is insane.
We become ever restless because
We don't want to stay the same
See we seek our indulgences
And then we can't refrain
From a down ward spiral
You can't stay the same
Either way change will always happen
And there will always be pain.
So be seeking your indulgence
By seeking your escape
Your just trailing the fool
The change will still make.

Sail the ocean
Or drown in the tide

On top of the water
Or on the worser side
Quaking deep in the ***** of eden
Was desire for expression
Which came in form of change
That was painful to with stand

Like the stretching of the tendons
And the growing of the hair
Like the bending of an elbow
Or a muscle starting to tear

God wanted more
She asked if I was happy

No I am just normal

She said I know why...  

You have a heart in your brain.
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