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#383 For Another Place

So short are these lives

Which walk among us in such a hurry

I can't wait for these feet of mine

To stay true to the rules of time

How many men have died?

How many mothers cried?

How many heads have sighed?

Where else but here can we rely?

Born into a split country

A split religion

A split way of being

I am scared for the children which I wish not to have

Nor would know how to care for

Unless in the end to lie

I stare outside of myself

But am not in myself

I am somewhere else

In another place

Where the sun hits the grass catching it fast to fire

Quick to a step for the best know no test

Know no try

The intense golden face is blinding when

One stares at it for too long

He has a plan for us but then saw that we had failed

I am scared for us because we have only ourselves to get us outta' bail

Longing for peace n' longing for a steady way to be

I am traveling from my home for to roam

Is to escape how I used to be

Out with the soul that has been weighing me down

Out with the skin that only makes me cringe

Heavy heart attack that cracks

Like work men's knuckles round' 2pm

Or secretaries backs broken from 9 to 5 and gettin' fat

Books are electric while the papers are burning down

All I see is ruin yet no one is making a sound

The money has all dried up like a puddle in the sun

Buzzards are above my head

Soaring n' looks like their having fun

She crept neath' my heart and that is where she stayed

Devil woman brown in her eyes

I howled that night like a werewolf at the split egg white moon

Sizzling sanitarium salute to the working class

Angel haired hipsters crude oil the highest class

Menacing mistaken get rich scheme maelstroms

Strewn out and strung out in the newest hippest gear

Tight laced tight faced knuckles white with fear

I skip to the tune of the buffoon for my father laughed the way

Grinning madly the car swerved as his hair curled

Water wet and then the step as my bereft means nothing unless I trip

Insurance fakers unpaid bakers feeding St. Jude with a mean old attitude

I've closed my hands but my eyes are open

I've lose the way to act like I'm afraid

Death is no friend of mine but I guy that invited himself in

Took all of your whiskey

Your lemons

And whatever else

You didn't want to give

Awaiting the by ways she says "give me another smile or I'll start to cry"

Cranberry red her reds have turned you feet are now starting to burn

Corn field yellow love with my cigarette burnt love

A taint as I faint by her face not at all with a speck of grace

A tad pole like life short lived but quick frantic

Music and memories are nothing more then life's tactics

As is love, a forgetful dream, cause' once you've awoken

You never wished you'd have ever spoken

But I'm broken, as of now, I'm looking for some glue

To fix this ill perplexed Muddy Waters blues

No, not there, don't rest there little bear

I rest in the stars or the bars or my fellows boat stows

Left for dead for they said rather instead

That they meant the other harsher thing

A bring of witched woes with toes walked but never written or stocked

Forgotten stories with vanished' faces with ill traces of dead jealously

Dirt blankets strapped crazy jackets when I leave today I won't ever be back at the bay

I don't smile here and I don't grin to put it honestly my head only spins

My sight does dim my chest does start to cave my fingers ***** the softest rose reddest bush

Drink too much for nothing such and such as I am home as I am sittin' at home

Stole my last heart I stole my last heart yes I have stolen my last God forsaken heart

Lonesome no more n' worried not an ounce

I'm looking around for some girl to give me my next bounce

Fun where are you? Joy why are you not by my side?

Where is that ****** ride I paid for while I was in full stride?

Spoke to fast I clashed up against a wall of spoiled dirtied cash

 

I looked for snow but it had melted

My life alone without a brick of shelter

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