An attempt to tempt temptation we're facing The entire nation is wasting While the time clock is racing Sitting idle I dwell Don't know what to do A bottomless well filled with good intentions That I forgot to mention while men's sons climb the walls Fingers bleed so I choose to run Pain outweighed only by guilt An attempt to hide so no one would see Added my hand by not lending a hand The inevitable entropy
Criticize the critter's size This infiltration among us A monstrous demon indeed in need of expatriation The daily battle uphill An upheaval, this weasel An endless war of soldiers who sold their souls Signed their mark on the dotted line Became a mere dot left in time Sand in the glass we know will not last Last train leaves the station Can not stay Have been shunned
Should have listened when told On an endless list now too old The souls that time has forgotten A swirl in the whirlpool for getting into this mess A choice we did not choose Being lost made us lose A loser with nothing to lose Loose with our lips Quick with the fists A tunnel with no light The endless darkness in sight Filled with fear, we do not fright For what is wrong feels so right Take the plunge I just might Endlessly spinning in time while getting so high Spinning out of control This way I live, this way I die
And through the hills and down to the valley to find a place to nest the warblers, the songbirds, and the wrens alike. Feathered avians here and there with a song they’ve known since childhood. They chirp and they flutter, but I shriek and sputter. They tweet and call, but I cackle and fall. When face to face with flocks of gorgeous birds and their equally breathtaking tunes, I’m often left to wonder why I turned out so grim. Was it the way I was born? The nest I grew up in? Or was I never supposed to be the agile, effortless creature everyone wished me to be?
I am an ****, revolting, thing and that explains why nobody loves me. How could anyone love a beast like me?
Yet I Am Ready Watching the waves eat away the castles made of sand Staring at the way wind is churning at infrastructure land like a big bad wolf who found the fear and lean foundation of a brick house I am ready for her hand
I am all ready Traversing fields filled with fruitless wonders burning tundras rolling thunders A Man attempting to put out its grand made funeral pyre with nothing but a Jack and Jill bucket filled with reverse osmosis electrolyte infused hydrogen oxygen expired prayers I am Ready for no man land
I have a radio already Listening to Nokia raven chirps and bubble bee gyrations. Evergreens whispers as wild blooms break concrete and asphalt and building plans giving smiles to homeless man and woman dreamers flowering in the night lights that were supposed to replace stars
I am ready for the woods to takeover the hoods for bear feets to take over the streets for napkins to become extinct to write with my god-given red ink so that my being will dye into stone and dirt To leave my DNA on my mothers belly and hear her cry As she covers my mouth closes her eyes tearful from radioactive winds let her know that I loved her and hugged her every chance I could I am ready to give up me for we have not given back enough We have devoured the essence and forgotten how to seed and harvest the nothing has become us which is why Earths flesh is colored rust like blood mixed with scratching dust we have bruised the body and wonder if we can blame something someone else but US Every time the finger points the object of our deflection disappears Rearrange the letters she was trying to help us HEARt Rearrange the letters EARth is trying to make us Heart I'm trying to make us Ear
These MTHFCKRS are among US. We have bred them with our love **** still unaware that they a fungus These MTHRFCKRS have become US they save a life to **** it from us. they manufacture fakes to stunt us These MTHRFCKRS have become US Ideas devoid of what we need to come up She must go now and rip it from us We must shed our blood just to fund us Cause these MTHRFCKRS have out done US
What have we become? I have not given up this is not about surrender it is about sacrifice. What are you willing to sacrifice for a Better way and Better World a Better Future... or are you just another DMN MTHR FCKR
In the midst of all the: Falling Crashing Crawling Smashing Willing Trying Killing and Dying We find ourselves staring into an endless expanse of space within and around our minds Falling to keep in the boundaries of time Crashing the walls that keep those in line Crawling between this ever increasing length seems tragic Smashing for all those who think thoughts without magic Willing for the chance to win before losing Trying before life begins to be bruising Killing is not what is believed to be brutal Because Dying is the truth that hides behind real Still But in the midst of all the Falling Crashing Crawling Smashing Willing Trying Killing and Dying We must learn to live within the truth among lying
Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at One another. Heaping piles of human soup. Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined. Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams. Streamers above a long rooting movement.
Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman, Legs pressed tightly to the chest, Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat. Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue.
Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar. To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth. We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living.
As we earn our pageantry to take Stride on this Earth, and string a Great bow of eager success among all of us, You, me, them. While I continue to Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a Cup of tea instead.