I've seen where those images
Take root
Trying to till them
New flowers need to grow

an angry argument thrown at an opponent as arrows shoot across the battlefield over an expensive bottle of Cabernet.

walls and borders mapped out in thick pencil lines, they hastily marked their territory before it all drowned in earthy blood-red.

Fresh pepper, sir?

W o r k  
   S l e e p  

W o r k  
   S l e e p

ATE TOO MUCH                       DRANK TOO MUCH
Never smoke enough.                Never wake me up.

Tip me with MONEY not love.
And please, someone tell that
phone to s h u t   t h e   *******   u p .

serve em, & serve em.
Carrying plate after plate.
Waiting tables is my life -
anxious to meet the right
person see my awesome light.

put my pretty smile on tv,
my strong message on the radio,

With each laugh I create
I start servin smiles instead of plates.
each word I say,
I'll act as if I'm on S T A G E .
a new day is the day I am swept away!

At the beginning, when lighting this fire,
I thought I was just playing with matches
until I realized that when my plan hatches
I've got it under control.
Fire fighters can control fire,
but they can't control desire
and now I have lived in my human pyre,
the feeling of hell on razor wheels
down in the pit of my stomach.
The feeling that keeps you up
and makes you write til your numbers up,
and I couldn't stop it even if I wanted,
this task is my final gauntlet,
so I go crazy not to squander it.
It only happens once in a life time,
and it ends whenever the clock chimes,
so I fight to keep that minute hand
from going one measure further,
but I can't fight a time marked brand,
so in the end I will be the server
of all who fight until the end
of the struggle, to help those after me
so I'll cry for others to hear my plea
to treat others right until the world can see
what they've done so well.

I'm amused with the way
you act as if everything
should be handed to you.
As if you are greater
than everyone else;
as if you've somehow earned
a silver platter
severed to you.
-JRM