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Demon of complacency Yours is the face I see I never wanted to look back I knew my life was on the track. For far too long I had thought I had the whole world caught. I should have been afraid Thinking that I had it made. Excuses and ruses, I had them Emotional accounts, I padded them. I ignored all my past mistakes. I figured they were just the breaks. And now it is my time to shine. I knew for sure I would be fine. I could go back to my bad ways I would have nothing but sunny days. The bad things that happened to me All came about quite accidentally. I am so much older and smarter. I know so many tricks of the trade. I have this race made in the shade. Crashing and burning a non-starter. I could whip any monsters in the room. I was sweeping with a brand new broom. Demon of complacency Yours is the face I see I never wanted to look back I knew my life was on the track. For far too long I had thought I had the whole world caught. I should have been afraid Thinking that I had it made. I was sure I could run around With the gang I had always found The drinkers and smokers of **** I have all the protection I need. There is no reason for me to be Locked up in a kind of high security. I can take a drink or a tiny hit Now that I know when to quit. I miss my friends and fun and dancing. Besides you need it when romancing. I would be some kind of wimpy pain If I didn’t offer a bit of champagne. So, I know I can make it. I’m strong. If someone is worried, they’re wrong. A person can drink a few times a week. I’ve outgrown all the worry, so to speak. Demon of complacency Yours is the face I see I never wanted to look back I knew my life was on the track. For far too long I had thought I had the whole world caught. I should have been afraid Thinking that I had it made. Brent Kincaid 4/11/2015
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
brent-kincaid
DEMON OF COMPLACENCY
Demon of complacency Yours is the face I see I never wanted to look back I knew my life was on the track. For far too long I had thought I had the whole world caught. I should have been afraid Thinking that I had it made. Excuses and ruses, I had them Emotional accounts, I padded them. I ignored all my past mistakes. I figured they were just the breaks. And now it is my time to shine. I knew for sure I would be fine. I could go back to my bad ways I would have nothing but sunny days. The bad things that happened to me All came about quite accidentally. I am so much older and smarter. I know so many tricks of the trade. I have this race made in the shade. Crashing and burning a non-starter. I could whip any monsters in the room. I was sweeping with a brand new broom. Demon of complacency Yours is the face I see I never wanted to look back I knew my life was on the track. For far too long I had thought I had the whole world caught. I should have been afraid Thinking that I had it made. I was sure I could run around With the gang I had always found The drinkers and smokers of **** I have all the protection I need. There is no reason for me to be Locked up in a kind of high security. I can take a drink or a tiny hit Now that I know when to quit. I miss my friends and fun and dancing. Besides you need it when romancing. I would be some kind of wimpy pain If I didn’t offer a bit of champagne. So, I know I can make it. I’m strong. If someone is worried, they’re wrong. A person can drink a few times a week. I’ve outgrown all the worry, so to speak. Demon of complacency Yours is the face I see I never wanted to look back I knew my life was on the track. For far too long I had thought I had the whole world caught. I should have been afraid Thinking that I had it made. Brent Kincaid 4/11/2015
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[ground floor] not enough to "tell the stones we're gonna make a building", they need your assistance, your calloused brain, cratered hands, made keeping pace with rehearsal wakes and misspelled bands on their own they preach to that choir of dust. [first floor] your job, should you deign to move, is carrying them to the site, to draw blueprints void of red flags, to throw away the riches and make peace with the rags to put down the pitchers and escape from the lust. [second floor] help should not, can not, will not, be on its way you will twist and knot your spine until it feels okay; a tangled web of limbs but what can i say? the march here is long and gladly unjust. [third floor] but the stones have done their job, fit together like trying to reach God in the clouds, this is the part where you wave your baton proud, and enter the home built from the stones that you trust. [top floor] here's a wide open space; many outs, many ins, and they're armed with indifference and your steady heart - it ends right here, back where you started, limp on the ground, without reason or rhyme. [ground floor] especially not rhyme.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
achillesontheroof
Saw a Terrible Crash (and I couldn't help but laugh)
[ground floor] not enough to "tell the stones we're gonna make a building", they need your assistance, your calloused brain, cratered hands, made keeping pace with rehearsal wakes and misspelled bands on their own they preach to that choir of dust. [first floor] your job, should you deign to move, is carrying them to the site, to draw blueprints void of red flags, to throw away the riches and make peace with the rags to put down the pitchers and escape from the lust. [second floor] help should not, can not, will not, be on its way you will twist and knot your spine until it feels okay; a tangled web of limbs but what can i say? the march here is long and gladly unjust. [third floor] but the stones have done their job, fit together like trying to reach God in the clouds, this is the part where you wave your baton proud, and enter the home built from the stones that you trust. [top floor] here's a wide open space; many outs, many ins, and they're armed with indifference and your steady heart - it ends right here, back where you started, limp on the ground, without reason or rhyme. [ground floor] especially not rhyme.
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