I will not eat taco bell
I'd really rather go straight to hell.

Thats how you feel, it isn't fun.
Especially when you had to run.
That **** signed you up for the
porcelain marathon.

i prefer to be on my knee,
my most powerful position
in order to please.



servitude, it is our bestest deed
it brings power to be really of need.

How far is too far?
  sometimes it's more than a mile,
     even though its starts feeling
         good after a while.

How far is too far?
  Sometimes it's just an inch,
   Any thought of movement
     could cause a little twitch.

How far is too far?
  I will never really know,
    because within uncharted
      territories is where I
          long to go.

Attuned.

Those whose thoughts have not sprung
from the cadence of waves
will never know songs that were ancient
when all the now agéd were young.

Those whose respect the vast ocean
accepts speak its tongue, sense
vagaries known only to weathered
faces turned to catch tidal motion.

Those whose minds are ocean-attuned,
gather storm-ebb's precocious
mood as ****'s mineral wealth floats
in with extras like fresh crab food.

Those whose living has grown safer
with knowing sea-swell pictures
wave behaviour hear vague whispers
of sound-change in rising breakers.

Those who receive news of bad gales
before skies turn black have read
wisdom's past signs and hear sea-bed
rhythms not heard by strangers.

They tell you about
boundaries, lines, grids
All of that,
except the gray area's
truthfully a fib
its what you see
its what you believe
but only after staring deeply,
can it really be perceived.

Eyes water, begin to gleam
Anything is possible, even your wildest dreams.

If you give it a chance,
you begin to trance;
that is when your whole world may change.

what once was night and day,
transform into a thousand different shades of gray.

I don't know,
I don't care,
about the reasons
why they stare.

They see our flare,
more than a spark.
Doesn't everyone like playing with fire
within the cover of the dark?

This may seem stark,
but I don't care
I'll give my *****
to the shooting star.
We'll be a world afar,
while you sit in your car,
go on, give me a glare,
because I am, my devious self
and i don't really care.