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Jara Jones Feb 2010
Translating life threw an empty wine bottle
Putting it all into words that collide and fall out
And spill all over the page

Ground-out cigarette buts and a newly lite one
The 'click click' of the type writer
It's sounding more like a loaded gun
Only one more 'Bing' until the triggers set off

Because I can't keep up this craft much longer
A useless pilot, slept threw class
But passed with honors
I'll be crashing now, ditching out
I suggest you all follow

I hear them yell 'no!'
I know this waters cold
Can't find the plug
To break this frigged flow

Better off tomorrow when the sun shines
To dive down deep and gather dimes
Slip them in the slot to give us more time
Until the clock runs out
The curtains draw across of my eyes

Shut, you're drowning out the violence
From the stick up kids, who used to play the violins
Traded in for prescriptions, please
Make me normal Saint MD

Or at least give me something I could use
To make a little cash on those streets
The ones I kick it on at night
But I think I hit it to hard
I think I blew out the light
Jara Jones Feb 2010
I would take
From you
All I could
Carry out the door

If what you had
Was worth carrying
Down three floors
Jara Jones Feb 2010
Stayed up all night by candle light
Watching
To make sure it didn't burn down the house.
Jara Jones Feb 2010
I'm sleepy
But not sleeping
Faithless
But not cheating
Wandering
But not lost
Paying
But not the cost
Happy
But not glad
Crying
But not sad
Distant
But not far
Dishonest
But not a liar
Wishing
But not hopeful
Praying
But not soulful
Raging
But not mad
Evil
But not bad
With you
But still so alone
In my room
But so far from home

I'm a paradox
Wrapped in straight talk
Jara Jones Feb 2010
You're peering through your teeth at me
I can feel your hostility
And it makes me want to wait and see
Just what this has got to mean
Because I know just how sharp your tongue can be
But you're so busy glaring don't know if you can speak
And I'll walk by a time or three
Give plenty a-opportunity
To make me wanna slink away and drink
Until you go away or sink
Under my inebriation
And I'm loosing patience
Oh it makes me wanna
Just makes me wanna
Catch a glance out of the corner of my eye
Blurred and slurred, tonight we're not shy
March right up, the stumbling guy
Who says what's what and tells no lie
Thou in the morning he'll puke and cry
Not to recall a single line
Of the enlightenment turned apology
Awkwardly suggesting to the possibly offended
A bridge carelessly burnt, now work to be mended
But no matter the time spent or handy-work used
It will always hold a tired look, abused
If not one thing the another
If not speaking clearly then a stutter
And shaking with little tremmers
Caused by lifes over anxious cues
To speak up a little louder, perhaps with out the *****
But we all know that can't be
So I sit in a corner
In my hostility I stew
Peering through my teeth at you
Jara Jones Feb 2010
Shooting for that line
Between skin and bone
That'll get the gears turning like new

But the fuels running shy
Before the finish line
I swore we had enough at high noon

Now the suns going down
The shops are closed
I hope we find our way back soon

But what we don't know just might **** us
We've been stopped by the Devils smooth moves

Some eyes are sharp
Some heads are dropping back
And I'm caught in between the two

With the rig pulling out
I start my count
And keep walkin cause there's nothing left to do

The feelings mystic
But I think I'm getting sick
The grounds spinning round my boots

So hold me down while I'm taking off
Lend a friend a helping hand
Keep me up over the next few bumps
Feels like I'm walking in sand

If you swallow that, friend
It just might **** ya
Don't go mixing up the reds and the blues

The time will come
When the land will rise
And the sky will fall down to your shoes

If I'm here that day when the fighting ends
I still think peace will hard to find

Cause they don't know what they're fighting for
So the real wars all in the mind

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