What are we waiting for?
Stable lives and daily bores?

We pay the toll till every sense is spent
In refrain I can't regret lament

Going out into the crowded city streets
Maybe someday we will meet

We're gone too soon in a fleeting greet
Passer byes and distant memories

I caught a glimpse of arousals hints
I'm rotating in and out of wits

I've tried too hard to be denied
I don't give a **** I'm rectified

I asked her out to a whiskey bar
It didn't take long for her to accept

Our ulterior motives might
Come from our different minds

But in the end they're the same tense
I take her home and we have some ***

We wake up with the new day
Just to do it all over the same

The tables full and I'm well fed
The plate is clear; living to dead

I'm replenished in their stead
Natures faction is instilled in my head

I'm off to the market place
To find out what the new taste takes

Some are spoiled, others are left to waste
A hunger grows within our mistakes

This is about the time the soul kicks in
The words grow long and they fall apart

Apathy towards a disregarded heart
Should have known some were rotten from the start

Some say this cannot be fixed
When water leaks it collects in drips

A damaged floor tends to give
Caving in; an over saturated sieve

The candles dwindled to a flick
In a pool of wax the wick sticks

We ran through the forest
We ran against the breeze

We ran across the Great Plains
We'll run until we're free

The search is almost over
Our keepers want to be kept

All else is good and nothing's perfect
As she slips back into my bed

She crawls up starting at my feet
Making her way into my head

Our stomachs are full
Our blood is un-bled

But still nothing's changed
She begins to twitch and call my name

She begs me to **** her again
The scene is almost exactly the same

But when she wants it so badly
Can I really be the one to blame?

We're living, breathing, animals
Living, breathing, animals

The power you'll ever be

Or anyone else I could ever be

Is the same thing that will run through every one of us

Love

The lonesome forgotten peace of God

Is the same thing that we don't want to recognize as ourselves

I can't tell what's worse

Mankind's hate for others

Or their hate for themselves

Anyways

All ways

Will she be ready in the real world?

Dimensions phase in and out of our times

In phrases

How can it be that she is so ready for me?

Does she already know?

Man is made for woman
I try to remind myself

But it always surprises me
That anyone could ever be in love with me

I’m grateful for the fact that she’s just like me

A little bit confused and looking for the same things,
But at opposite ends

I’m still finding the means…

I’ll be reminded again

Life has it’s purposes:

Controlled: worthless

In Control: worth it

Meets my humorous

I'm the adversary

With love

Off course

The saddest part about all of this

Is that I don't even think that you even like yourselves

My entire world

Has been

Their evil lives

I'm just waiting until

They

Die

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I'll never be fooled

Fooled again

By anyone

Who isn't myself

No one cares

After you thought about it

Dead in year one or 2 million and 99 two

But if love beats so many things

It must have been a love so defined

Everyone who ever existed

Free to the world

Free for the mind to remind

What's the matter with seeing?

Isn't that the miracle that you'd believe in?

What's the matter with believing?

Isn't there something you'd like to hear?

What's the matter with feeling?

I thought we were all the same

But now I experience the matter

The matter of me

And what ever else it is you're left with

Normal people aren't anxious and explaining their existence’s to everyone else wholly within their own mind’s. Most people don't do that. Some people do. I'm one of those people.

The abnormal fantasied reality within my conception plays exciting and often scary acts with peaking and valleying performances within. It's not real; however, I am real, so in a way it is. At least to me. And it's a reality that I face and must tame daily in order to be seen as “normal”. What ever the **** normal means anyway. Sometimes I want to run away and other times I'm too fatigued by trying to care. In stark contrast to when I get caught up in the whirl wind of passion and ideas and I want them to be tangible so bad that I sit and create. The mind loses focus. I look away for a second to make something else... That is if it's not another one of those times that I become so burnt out from the fires of present tasks of building the unreal into the real that I regress.

But I digress.

When I look back at what I've done, and it just seems like a distant memory becoming more and more distant with every passing moment of observation I can't help but get the stirring feeling to get caught up in the whirl wind once more and make a new idea. A new passionate thought forms and the creations can't help but take place. The moment is really the only thing I know for sure. It's not a dream it's as real as being awake, or at least I'd think that until it too becomes just another one of those distant memories; another one of those things amongst all things.

But perhaps I'm just projecting...

Senses; those funny things. Almost as funny as the mind that decodes their meanings. The human presence. The spirit within. the very soul. Like mine that has seemed to ache more than it has not ached. I look at all the things, big and small on the place where I currently reside in the universe that houses me. “Relative,” says one man. “Frequency,” says another. People say a lot of things. Especially to one another. What else would understand? Let alone who? Do you even understand you? I'd ask. A dog would pant, and I'd pat its head knowing all to well that we both got the meaning. So easy to try and do. So difficult not to. And if I changed the positions of the subjects it would be equally as true.

But that’s just the moment now as it would have it...

Things

I'm not going places

I'm going to the place

And no matter how much you kick and scream against yourselves

You're going to your own place too

When we're done with this

All

Death will seem like a lonely pill that you wouldn't wish on your best friends

Smile now

Or frown

Users discretion

But choose wisely

Or whatever

Not my problem

Some people learn fast

Some people learn hard

We create our own lives

Be mindful of what you create

Better than than than

But if never then than what are we doing?

Other than

Than

It would take a selfish man to lead to hell
to what he could have led to heaven.

Every moment could be your last

Treat it like it will never end and how it can't

Alas, my love, you come to me
As the beauty that I had envisioned
And I hold on dearly
like the cancerian that I am

How do pictures of the past move me still?
Inside I can hear her voice call through time
I stare out of clouded memories sill
Though clear as ever she shines in my mind

She moves in a way never seen before
Words of sin are on the tip of the tongue
And I dive into the oceans of yore
We swam happily along; love’s song, sung

Simple is the way it presents itself
Like an all powerful magnetism
An attraction so great ‘can’t be withheld
Nor would I want to withhold earth’s chasm

And patiently I await without her mirth
Anon, love geysers out the chasm of birth

I am

All power

I gave life

And I don't shy away

I am power

And I don't go away