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unknown Oct 2014
On some real **** ***** ******* you talk real but you not true this is our world its just us two but you down me like gravity.is it because i dont sag
my pants or i dont act tough,well thats me and you know me and i know you dont front dog because if you do dont run to me dont come to me dont look to me
if they jail you.sometimes i think was we ever meant to be cool because you put on acts for audiances while im in the backround fixing screws,but that same
***** thats fixing screws his job is to watch out for you but while the show of life is going on you cant talk and the handy man will ruin you,but thats not
the case he just lookin out because did it ever occur to you that your standing in a bad spot where the curtains will close on you,but as you look up its to
late and the fate of your life has glued you your audiance will not care its only one boy that can save you,but as that boy becomes a man and he looks into his hands
he knows that if he saves you,he'll have to do it again so the curtain closes and your down the handy man comes around he tugs you and he pulls you,but to you he
talks and never makes a sound.only time will tell whether or not he will realise that the audiance was never there for him in the first place and that the curtain
that fell on him is just a curtain that he can move with ease or whether he can Just take his feet from the glued down ***** blooded sneakers and find new clean sneakers to stand up and walk in ,and that the whole time your friend the handy man was always there in looking out for when you will need him most.

by a young person who knew to much for his own good
only some will relate,most will not get it.
I'm so full of nervous energy
but I haven't got air to shout.
I'm scratching at understanding
with no clue what it's all about.
I'm six hours of sleep away from
another triple shift and I've slid
from past to present on the
slideshow of stupid **** I did.
The one that plays in my head
when all I want is anything else instead
the voice that tells me
better off dead
than loosed and unhappy
mean and angry and underfed
I'm so tired of talking to myself
about myself, I know you didn't ask
apologies sent but unrecieved
Still, I'm not undertaking the task
I complain out loud
to an audiance of me about how
I still don't got **** figured out.
I've heard so many answers
but none of 'em make any sense.
If I learn to love myself how
does that repair the fence
That I put up to keep all of them away
so I don't have to deal with
what all of 'em have got to say
I think we've learned talking doesn't work
and if I can't get a few hours sleep
I'll be another day running empty
How do I make me feel better?
What's the cheat code or the trick
to getting over all this *******
I've reached the breakdown
where it all falls apart
and I'm lost again
still not knowing where to start.
Michael John Sep 12
i
i

between a lion and a camel
i woke in the night
with the roar of the jungle
(i set off for italy but..)

they were my role model
(i mean small cage rights)
freedom can be hell
they said, alright-

you know the knell-
timeĀ“s a sweet blight
clowns and artists fell
from the earth height

to only a cheap sell-
the audiance tight
arrived one two well!
all together,right..

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