Are you kidding?
Do you really not see
The underlying meaning
Of what you're saying to me?

I tried to put it plainly,
You didn't blink twice.
I tried to use astonishment
You could have been a bowl of rice.

Expletive
Why won't you listen to me?
I will smoke you out of this **** house
Until you come talk to me.

Expletive
Why don't you see what's right?
Are you being selfish
Or are you too afraid to see the light?

It's raining
Outside and it's so dark to see
That this life is so short,
Please be the one to take some pity.

I'm an armchair warrior
trying to sell my soul
to the undesirable myriads
soaked in stains and oil.

Curl up with your coffee cups
(now children)
Curl up with your cigarettes
Take your vice and leave this place
No less weary less.

I'm a sellout to this
yes I'd sell out to a fish
If he'd give me a dime bag
and a paper.

I will sellout to you
I will sell my soul tonight
For a loudspeaker
And a deaf audience.

My life is a mess
I shouldn't cry less
I should really embrace the tears.
But with each coming year

I have come to fear
That I will drown in these tears.
And this beautiful mess
And all this crazyness

Is really beginning to drag.
I'm tired of pieces
Ignorant of puzzles
Give me a ******* cigarette.

Why did he shoot it?
I ask myself every day
Now that he's gone away
(again)
And I'm in control again.

He had the choice,
a shot or a dagger,
but when it came to it,
the dagger would have sufficed.

He didn't really seem to give a ****
Maybe that was the machine inside of him,
pushing his luck
fulfilling his wish to
****
fight
and win.

Oh boy, well he ******
and he fought and he won,
**** sure on that one.
You only gotta do it once to know
Now a dagger just won't be enough.

The question then becomes;
When does enough end?

I'm wallowing again.
stuck in another rut
like a mudder who took
one too many chances.

!I couldnt possibly pull myself out of that!"
the mudder yells,
but  you gently remind him
that he's full of ****.

You take a step back.

Breathe.
One.
Two.
Three.

Hello, nice to see you again.
For a moment
I was lost.

have you forgotten
what it's like
to breathe

fresh air?

have you forgotten
how to see
(the sunrise)
with your heart?

have you lost your way
on another cold,
dreary
day?

is the sun hiding from you
or do you hide from it?
the blue jay will sing
whether you listen or not.

will you leave another note
to yourself
reminding of the time
when you sang too?

it won't be forgotten.

first light leaves
a mark
that won't rub off
no matter how many buckets of bleach.

I'm trying to go hard
******* on my mind
Everybody ready
I'ma take you for a ride.

Blue fields and green skies
Blueberry organge *****
and LSD
gets you higher than you wanna be
I GIVE UP.
but not really.
I need something to do
Somewhere to stew
That isn't my mind
Cause man it feels like a zoo.
I need to write
I need to vibe
I need to keep this **** up before
I go crazy inside.
But if i got a plan
And if I got a purpose
Maybe today will be okay
And I can enjoy the moment.
I know it ain't easy
I know it ain't tough
It's somewhere in between
where you don't have to try for stuff.
Don't put your mind to it
Rather give your mind a rest
You been through way too much stress
Dont get caught up in this mess.
let it flow
let it be
the beatles had it right back in '63.
summer of love
Can be a whole lifetime.

A man on a t once told me
not to sin.
I told him thank you kindly;
But I've got another way to win.
A man on the ground once told me
to lose my self.
I listened to him;
But I didn't comprehend.
The man on the t came back to me
and spoke:
it's all about God.
I didn't believe him so I let his words
rot.
A man in the east spoke to me of love;
But I couldn't love like him.
This world has kept me weary, when
will the good times come?

a man spoke to me from within.

he said

you are
perfect.
don't listen to them.
every man for himself
and every action is
your own.

god lies within...

so savior yourself.