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The hall was dark
and the young lady beautiful.

On her tears,
on her angst,
she was in all formality’s-
dead to the world

but no matter how ugly
the hopeless tears,
or how desolate
the hall she walked-
        her life shone bright
kindling in the souls
of shallow men
of thinkers -
       a fire that could not be extinguished
       a fire that fed off oxygen-
and love.

While they pursued
the beauty who walked
the dark
       their fire lit a path-
       showed her a way
one that no other lover could-
revealed a flower that could grow
even in the absence of feeling.
What makes a memory
so beautiful-
is that you cant shake it

The painful ones
that leave lament-
that force you to question death

The joyful ones
filled with noise-
confusing bliss

They can be beaches
sand between your toes-
the grit almost too real

But mountains can also rise up,
treacherous climbs-
pitfalls and dark caverns

Control comes from embracing-
your geography- no,
your journey

Happiness comes from knowledge-
Learned through introspect
and personal enlightenment
When do we stop?
At some point you think it has to right?
  Everything must stop.
   Well when is it our turn?

Leafs change colors and fall to the ground.
Animals die and so do relatives.
   Then their just gone they have stopped.
     But when do we stop?

We hurl on through life-
  learning about it all-
   about nothing-
    everything about nothing

Then we try to teach it to others.
We try to understand it ourselves-
   and still we don’t stop

All around us things start-
new things.
  On their life long walk waiting for the end-
    waiting on the lottery

Reemergence’s of old things-
old feelings-
  old memories.
   Some linger-
    others stop-
     but we’re still moving.

We just want to rest, to stop moving for a while-
but we don’t-
  and its miserable.

All the emotions and the feelings-
the questions-
  the experiences-
   the content some have found.
    It all piles up-
     And it’s moving us, always moving us.

Eventually we get to the end.
It’s not very pretty.
  We’re still not content.

we start to worry-
about all the questions we had.
  The ones that were never answered.
   What we didn’t discover-
     didn’t feel.

then, there is fear.
Because all this time we have wanted to stop.
  Now we want to go on.
   We don’t want it to fade away.
    We're not done here-
     and we become more miserable-
      more angry.

Then we miss the ultimate experience.
The one in the very end.
  Where we see what’s next.
   Where we discover what this whole experience was.
    And where we truly find peace.
You tell us the truth-
          
                           your truth.

What you’ve been told.

                          What you discovered-
For us.

                          What we haven’t discovered.

Then you beg for us to recreate.

                          So the truths always the same.

No matter how blissful.

                          No matter how **** covered.

We miss the real truth.

                          Because you’ve forced us to walk your path.

To know what you’ve learned and settle-

                           And few see what we’ve missed.

The lucky, lucky few see-

                            But they can’t share it.

Because you wont listen.

                            Because the path your on is deep.

It's Deep, full of ruts.

                           Your stuck in your own truth.

Stuck in your repetitive teachings-

                           Your story’s and lessons-

And you never realize that wisdom is found through learning-

                            Not being force-fed Einstein’s Excrement
Come on down-
before the gravity gets ya-
you’re looking for Jesus up there right?

One balloon-
didn’t get you off the ground-
but a couple more gave a little fight.

Come on down-
before the people get ya.
Their throwing rocks at all your hope.

They say you think too much.
Just take it at face value-
but the mask is ugly and broke.

Sid found drugs.
Then he found some true meaning-
before they locked him in a room with pads.

Mom found god.
The Doctors found bleeding.
Then they laid her in the dirt next to dad.

Come on down-
before the truth hits ya-
and you realize those balloons aren’t real.

When you crash back down-
you know **** well its gonna hurt-
but you realize life's about what you feel.
Readily available fix
If the price is right
If I’m feeling up to it

Most of the time
It’s just to ease a little stress
To make the music sound better

Sometimes it’s to clean
Wash away all the dirt
From the counter tops, from my mind

Every once in a while
Ill have the cash
Then I can really enjoy the sunset
The windows down
Warm sticky air
Salty sweat
Kody’s beside me in the truck
She has a hatchet and I have a hand grenade
We’ve just been driving around town
Screaming **** the earth
Screaming it at all the pretty churchgoers
The school board members
Her old softball coach

I didn’t pay the rent this month
Kody didn’t eat a single vegetable
We ****** about 76 times
She’s been painting really beautiful
Its true talent
Mom sent some mail that said she missed me
I look pathetic trying to react like a son should
I’m almost as free as you would want to be
But what a ******* shame
I have to wake up in a few hours
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