To be honest I don't think we will ever meet again at least not in this world perhaps in the next if there is an eternity to wander about we'll stumble upon each other not sure what I would say or what you might which of course is why I don't just look for you here.
Face down in the street Was it because Of drink Or maybe you just don't care where you are They'll haul you away If you have a poor excuse But maybe the cells Are mostly empty And you can get Some rest.
it's busy haunting someone else so i'm afraid I simply have no pep in my step not much swagger either but that's due to my shoes good for the spine bad for the swag.
It shines like the road to the promised land but it's just a conveyor belt built attract the naive the end of the road is a very rusted town you may not be able to ever leave.
inspired by Elton john not Baum though he might have been
Or the highway Or the secret tunnel Or the alley way The yellow brick road There's a lot of ways Truth be told To get where we are going The place all find themselves eventually The great state of confusion.
My bad sorry words so hollow even if you mean it what's done is done will they seek recompense we can start a feud can always run how far is far enough hope I know it when I see it.
fear of this fear of that fear of them it spawns the best tales of horror even better than reality which has more often than not such unexciting horrors.
Readem and weep The comment section Full of genuine critique And just so much hate Is this what people are When no is looking Is someone I like Writing these and then Pretending they never would Is this just the danger Of no one being accountable.
Chop chop And cut and dice So much fun Can be had With naught But a cutting edge And some easily Sliced material Unless your against A mess because For sure There will be Confetti.
person stop doing that that thing you do I find it odious It gets under my skin It makes me think of purifying fire Why Why why well as I said it annoys no it offends me my sensibilities/morals are irritated mind my own business you say ha ha ha I can't.
I was going to say something profound but I forgot it something about life and how not to live in bitterness to forgive or at least forget I wish I could remember it.
You might Fall into the clouds If you have no anchor For most All you need Is your physical shell The needs of the body To keep you in check But some Need something more Perhaps some one To remind them why The earth isn't so bad.
build them up knock them down you can build whatever you can imagine and you have the skill to build kinda frustrating so many pieces maybe just a wall.
Take an idea boil it down and spread it around it's done so readily some forget the whole and it makes you wonder should you share knowledge if you can share only a bit they fill in the blanks with whatever and ruin everything or twist it just enough to make a mockery the worst do it intentionally most really just don't know.
Empty to start it will soon hold all sorts of goodies or maybe just the bare essentials carrying only what is needed or at least what we think is needed.
look at them they're the staring post built to take all the glares i'm sorry if your new designation is not to your liking I don't make the rules I just look along with the crowd.
Training at the feet of the experienced knights so one day you can be a hero it should be simple rescue the damsel fight the dragon and one day you'll teach a squire of your own but it isn't like that all your mentors say different things the damsel may not exist and dragons are just the most obvious threats.
Go to sleep Don't get up I would if I could But your bad vibes Keep me here In the rocky land Of consciousness Yes your bad vibes Your Ill will for me It's totes unjustified And really loud.
If you ask me I say it's a new day Some would say It's still yesterday No you see Twelve has come Twelve has gone A new day is here Perhaps It will be pleasant.
Tick Tock Tick Tock yes I know your always moving I hear you passing So slowly when i'm glum and a dead run when things are good each tick tock is so precocious and that dam clock won't let you forget it.
I'd like to find a special land where everything is just a little quieter where the residents aren't so chaotic a place preferably within walking distance all I can think of is a monastery or asylum.
People They do People things For people reasons It's a mix Of animal instinct And enlightened notions So surprising and yet So very typical They do change But not fast enough To keep up With their tech Or so it seems to at least one person.
******* your so high and very big yet so small you know comparatively I can reach you in a metal bird and surpass you in a rocket but only for a time eventually I return to my proper place while you remain up there ****.