I Honestly Don’t Know

The ones we hurt the most And the ones who hurt us the most Are ours Parts of us Our beloved boomerang admirers And they’re the ones who love us more than anything Yugoslavian aggressively panhandling for depositions from unrelated denizens of the gin joint A panoramic view of a wire tapped room with a lunatic with latent panic that is undisturbed Hoarded handouts Admissions Acceptance Embarking on a new flight of stairs Pitter patter of foreign fitted shoes Coming across label makers “Jew” “Faggot” “Nigger” Steer clear Then those who memorize banned books and recite them Who question the validity and relevance of tradition and old fashion ways Finding things in common Tastes in music Fondness in wine Alike minds that crave astonishing world widening writing And thought provoking art A libation to the collision of the alive and living A somewhat scary visionary who breaks the black and white patterns of a wheel of fortune and misfortune with a lance of optimistic disregard Stealing kisses and sipping on top shelf liquor Smoking mystic cigarettes from Indian mountains Idioms and vernacular Dedicated guardian angels who hang their heads and rest their faces in their palms in puzzled disappointment New visions In music In literature In technology But actually in Self-expression Communication And progression Stab a knife into the stuffy conservative dollar sign chasing guard And let the prisoners of self-doubting overlooked misunderstanding go free The complex complications of cement commitment Walking out on an infant Walking away in an instant Instantaneous fear Spontaneous combustion A noose Legendary No Not yet Sing it to me Play t Lay morality to sleep And raise yourself up And proclaim a new way today A jumbled viewpoint That is brilliant and completely sound Have a sip Your hatred, look deep Snatch it and rip it out Then let it go Busting up regulations and requirements Creating an image that cannot be simulated That is originated from the imitation out of respect from the innovative minds Slow it down Go The lust The envy Two ingredients for a new story All that’s left is the spilled blood and you’re done Drift and go on a dimly lit trek into the subconscious and give birth to underived works The world may burn, melt, freeze and shine Surrender, transform, standstill then ascend The ones in need fall into our laps along with the decision we all must make To help them Or pass them by Click clack goes my keyboard Revisits to the times before With the aid of chemicals and inspiration Mixed with masturbation and crazed obsession The feeling of being replaced Like lying in bed on a cold night Without a blanket that has some place better to be My dear naval, nautical nincompoop I miss you, you’re fighting pirates Soon terrorists You know it’s useless You don’t want to be part of this nonsensical unholy fuckfest of political unrest You’re a poet, you don’t write Your life is your poetry It’s beautiful, you want to live Not just exist Be wary, I have foreseen the pandemonium festering in your heart You are lucky in your naïve exile in paradise You’ve been hurt Looking for love Live, lend And all the above Fool proof plans And ideal daylight The suicide of the farmer’s daughter California sushi roll Burning embers Red hot coals Best of luck to you No elegy A eulogy See it to the end Distract them Steal the vital piece Then proceed to take what you came for It’s okay Forget what you’ve been spoon-fed your whole life The greatest caper committed Jam the doors Skeleton keys Skull and cross bones on the bottles Take whatever you can carry No man left behind Leaving a not, imprints For them to see And know why we did What we have done Phony fame Upper hand Inclined Shame There is a time and a place for treason When all is ugly and bigoted For you will only be this young at this very second and never again Shoot from the hip Fly high on the seat of your pants Grungy soap dish Domestic disagreements Empty reflections Rapping at the window Go away Please For your sake and mine It’s insane I expunge your from my life Not in hate But in agony We both know it’s for the best Don’t be spiteful I hate being used Just a tool to b left behind Extraordinary shallow callousness Let’s take a walk around the universe I see two lovers showing their vulnerabilities to each other I see a man and a man making love so pure I see my friend traveling the world I see an amateur addict about to take their first step into a lifelong dependency I hear the screams of those about to be murdered Does that quench your thirst for reality? Aiding and abetting Guilty by association Confession of guilt Squandering money on bail Fuck that There’s a rat Bum wrap Murder wrap Saving you from yourself Following, no matter where you go Always -Tommy Johnson Others fail you But you must never fail yourself Drop Down Drown Die So many futile attempts Smutty submissions Preponderant talent And that’s about it

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