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Mad Dog Jun 2017
There's no answer to rejection simply a goodbye in a lost sense.
The desert at night haunts the soul as past faces burden are existence.

No one ever left unscathed.
The battle was simply over before it began.

May all the hateful cast ******* sleep well knowing nothing and thinking they understand it all just the same.

Why fight the truth when it isn't if no ones concern to begin with.

Linda how we shared the burden now a glass half empty wood suit me just the same.

No need to reply .
The answer lay crippled upon the wall just the same.

Better luck next time kid.

The highway knows no stranger as the emptiness understands the pain.

Breathe for you are still alive.
Mad Dog Apr 2017
The devils in the bottle .
Well if that's so I've been searching forty years it feels and I haven't found that some of a ***** yet.

Probably herd bout my reputation.
Smoke pills coke and I don't mean cola .

I see the yuppies in the bar who admire crazy they buy me a.drink thinking we are friends.
The ***** hits you all the same so.guess its better on anothers  tab.

Real bars are dying being replaced by companies pretending to be bars instead of companies void of any soul.

If your favorite dive is some.yuppie infested family friendly overpriced resteraunt go **** yourself and have a nice day.

Give me  smokey dark local dives with.names like the Brown Derby ,The Thirsty Camel,The Shipwreck Inn,The Purple Onion and Monks .

Those places have character they have bloodshed there ***** dangerous on a good night and perfect.

Corperate America ***** .
Wallmarts on every corner killing the landscape putting the little man in the poor house everything's perfect least.that's what they have you believe

Never swallow ******* that the media feeds .
There's more truth told between old vets down at the legion between beer and smokes .

Its out there still.
Away from the polwish the yuppies so desire .
Where men still get there hands ***** get drunk sleep and repeat .

This is my world the rich stand upon the backs of the poor with there two faced logic ever so quick to preach.

I bleed the past and I love the small places and backroad gems that they would so quickly destroy and replace .

But what do i.know Im just a drunk .

Nothing worth a **** is safe .
Art,Drugs and *** .
All take passion not a timeshare or membership or mini van .

Computers are a drug that's blinded us to human contact breeding hate sitting on your *** talking **** behind a screen name.

Get into a real fight then tell me how great your Twitter war was.
The fools are many so don't add to there a mass of idiots and clubs are for lemmings .

Take a ride let the music and the wind embrace the void.
Breathe life into yourself before you approach that page .

If your real then take up a seat beside me.and I will buy you a drink.

Get off your *** and experience life before some.idiot in a suit destroys that flawed landscape that makes us unique flawed and beautiful in every sense.

See you at the bar .
Mad Dog Nov 2016
I have walked many miles been invisible to others and ran circles around those who never knew a fool can find more luck without trying than some pompous *** with a degree.

The surrounding clocks all kept perfect time the old man always made sure of that.
Why did he care what did it truly matter .
Once he worked in a repair shop the clocks there always were slow .
Time dragged on where now the day was gone far to fast now
time was his and his days were short.

Nobody can cling to anything worth while so leave it empty .
Your heart .
Your thoughts  
Your very soul should remain vacant so none will ever want a single thing from you.

I am empty in all but my own words and I simply give those away before they are erased by time.

We think to much when were young .
Then speak far to less believing we are no longer worth the time.

Three clocks were in the room he died in.
They kept perfect time .
Mad Dog Nov 2015
I viewed the crowd a mad scene of people all determined to grasp what the other didn't have the **** the fix the I have it you don't mentality thrived on insane logic these days .

Bodies broken on the sidelines crushed dreams and the fury of the battle led men to become wolves the carcass cleaned showed only the victory of are savage design.

People pushed clawed killed even in the name of this madness I truly did despise .

Merry Christmas .

And a happy  mind **** to you all.
Mad Dog Aug 2014
I guess I'm growing to old for the game .
Neon lights worn lines it all just reads the same.
My hearts upon the sleeve the bottle forever in hand.
The times have changed no longer are my words in demand.

You ask for forgiveness I know it's not within the cards my dear.
Played the scenarios out now it's just another victim of ego I fear.

We ask of other what we can never ask of ourselves.
Broken lies and ******* common are the half truths.
Collecting dust like books on long forgotten shelves.

Take this in vain and shoot it as you will.
Your misery brings me pleasure together this innocence we will ****.
Maybe we destroy only to rebuild maybe we destroy for the sake of seeing it burn.

All I know is tomorrows a burden when only for what was do you
continually yearn.
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