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Ryan Lindsey Sep 2015
To fuel my insides and make different pitches for comfort and relief.
I feel selfish and dried
But I am soaked in emotions.
Is a blender an instrument?
More so than that, we need more trumpets in todays tunes.
TUNES
Ryan Lindsey Sep 2015
THE GRASS BENDS
IT BENDS
THE GRASS BENDS
IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL
FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS
THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS
BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF
IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE
WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS
WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS
I POUR
THE WEIGHT
THE ACH
EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE
GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN
A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE
I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU
EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE
IM NOT IN CHARGE
THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL
EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING
A BREATH
A BREATH
BREATHING
I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING
EVERYTHING IS MOVING
EVERYTHING IS MOVING
I FEEL
I FEEL  
I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING
THE CARS
THE CHILDREN
THE ANGER
THE POLITICS
GUNS
RELIGION
CULTURE
CULTURE
CULTURE
ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY
ITS GRASS
IT BENDS
THE GRASS
IT BENDS
THE GRASS BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
Climb the mountain that is your life. Don't fret if you're not where you want to be. You're at a peak, not the peak.

*djm
Ryan Lindsey Sep 2015
We nurture the mind so that it can be pretty and sufficient
We nurture our hearts so that it can pour compassion and sympathy

The mind is sick
Your heart is weak
So now you sit to riddle and weep.
Moral low
Sanctum none
But yet im blamed for something noones done?
I work
I try
Why am i given that pathetic sigh?
I cry for passion
It is my feelings I ration
Im called lazy
And hazy
Im sick Im sick
Im angry im ******
I believe in HUMANITY cant anyone give a ****?
Im exhausted and lost it I need repercaution.
Give me my MIND
I DEMAND MY SOUL BUT ITS AS BLACK AS COAL
I demand respect and that is correct don't look at me like a reject you insect. You infect everything pure and select but u don't seem to neglect the fact that THIS IS MY MIND, MY SOUL, I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE
EXPRESSION AND GODS DEVINE INTERVENTION ALL EXIST UNDER MY INSPECTION. LAST I HEARD GOD NEVER TOOK REJECTIONS.
I want TO LOVE
I WANT TO GIVE
GIVE MELIFE
I CAN LIVE
BABIES CRYING
BABIES CRYING
BABIES
CRYING

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