So now I'm alone again,
Wishing we were more than friends.
You made me feel wanted,
With you I was home.
Now I'm begging you please,
Don't go.
I'm not good on my own.

This blindside,
It's knocked me off my feet.
You feel guilty,
I feel dead.
I never should have showed you,
What goes on in my head.
Dear god what's wrong with me?

What is it,
That makes everyone leave?
Is it the way that I look?
Do I talk in my sleep?
You say it's not me,
But I'm the one you're leaving.
We're crying in my room,
My cries have turned to screams.

So now I'm alone again,
Wishing this would end.
Torn between running back,
And never seeing you again.
How do you take back,
All those things you said?
You feel guilty,
I feel dead.

This is what's inside my head.
You feel guilty,
I feel dead.

My body aches
My mind is tired
I wonder if this amount of work
Will let me
Reap what I sow?

I put my time in but now I expect it back
I've given you my time
Quality time
But what have you given me?
Just enough to get by
And survive?

Life isn't fair
But I expect respect
I only have so much patience
And you are trying it
Really, you are

If you disrespect me one more time
I'm gonna hit you so hard
Your own mother won't recognize you

I will put you in your place

I will talk down to you like the little man you are

Not that I expect you to learn anything
Or change your selfish ways
But it will make me feel better

If Karma's a *****
Then she's on my side this time
You've got it coming
It will be from the blindside

A knave to hold a soft core;
Schist, basalt, limestone!
A cross, kaleidescoping until it's square then into a passkey.

Solids, Solipsis, a patterned plane was your gift, almost as cruel as mine.
Given me, as due, for my recognition of your soul.
Your belief is a gaes, almost as burdensome as your mistrust.

A blindside for a blindside.

Whoa,
you totally caught me by surprise,
there I was speeding in the Fast Lane,
racing through life when you hit my blindside,

it’s amazing how one person,
can affect another person so much,
see I’d forgotten what love was,
out of touch with other people’s touch,

and I’m fighting,
every instinct to rush,
because I want to take my time with you,
so I back up,

still I can’t help but think what would happen if we hook up,
what an unstoppable team we’d make,
racing down the freeway under the star light,
with both the risks and the opportunities we’d take,

and I usually stay single,
because I’m just not the committed type,
but when it comes to you the truth is,
I’d be honored to call you my wife,

whoa,
that last line totally caught me by surprise,
and I mean I know you have a beautiful body,
but really what got me was those eyes,

those crystal blue hues,
as magnificent and deep as the ocean,
I swear my soul could swim in them,
without air I wouldn’t even need to come up oxygen,

you could make this player an honest man,
and I remember you saying how easily you could fall in love,
and I remember me saying you could go ahead,
because there’s probably not a better man out there below or above,

haven’t felt this sort of feelings in a long time,
maybe in forever my God it feels so different,
as the light of the Himalayan salt crystal glows,
we let it all go and operate off instinct,

I asked you to move in with me,
and you said you might,
because we both live our days like this could be our last night,
knowing all to well that life goes on then all of a sudden we die,

whoa,
don’t want to die nor do I want to think about it too much,
but if I did die right now I’ll tell you what,
I’d be happy as Hell in your arms surrounded by your touch,

fck,
what more can I say,
I’m in love with you,
and I’m not ashamed,

no reason to not get lost in each other,
I mean sometimes you have to get lost to get found,
want to shut off the rest of the world for a moment,
where our heart beats are the only sounds,

want to explore as well,
maybe travel the globe,
I’m ready if you’re ready,
all you have to say is “Let’s go.”,

let go of all that passed past,
be here for this moment before it’s passed,
because it all goes by way to fast
and we both know nothing good ever really lasts,

whoa.

∆ LaLux ∆

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The years, they have come and gone so
fast, nothing seemed to last, like the loves
that have come and gone and when
we are young and wish the time didn't
pass so slow, as we get older, we wish
things didn't move so fast, and that the
nice things would last just a little longer.

In  65  I was seventeen, somewhere
between mean and lean and I didn't
know much, but most don't when they
are only a teen and my first love, dear
Anne  was so young
and sweet,and she never missed
a beat, so soft and tender, a real
credit to her gender, and one day
she just disappeared and I can't
remember if I even got to say goodbye.

In 69, I was twenty-one and made my
living with a gun, in a no - win situation
called Vietnam and life was no fun.

Surviving 13 months of daily combat
I give thanks that I was trained by the
best -  the ( Marine Corp ) but the battles
in my head would never  let me rest when
I returned home.

The decorations they came, but I would
never be the same. coming home to a very
mean and angry Country that was fighting
an unpopular War and didn't seem to care
any more about their returning warriors
and just closed the door.

In  77   I was twenty - nine, aging like a
fine wine but waking up in a Hospital room
in Joplin one day from an automobile
accident not knowing what to say,except
"what happened to me ? ","where am I, and
"who am I ?"

"You can't walk" the nurse said and the
pain so great, I felt that I would be better
off dead and I was discarded as a crippled
by my wife and I was forced to begin a
new life which would be filled with strife.

Learning everything again that I already
knew like walking, talking and being a
human being was no fun at 29 but it had
to be done, because I had no where to run.

In 1980 I was recovered and strong
after rebuilding my body and I was
on my way to embark on a new way
of  life and I had something to prove to
myself and not to anybody else.

In 1990, moving to another State,
with the idea that it was not too late
for a new start, and this time I would
have a new part to play.

I learned what the War had done to me,
and that our  freedom never comes free,
and that I needed help in my head,
or I would end up up dead.

In 2010 I am  sixty - one  and wonder
what I have done with my life. Where
did the years go, gone like a vapor
in the air and all you can do is simply
stare in the mirror asking yourself
"is that really me ?"

Then this Angel came out of nowhere,
this beautiful lady who needed me I
thought as much as I needed her.

It took 61 years to find her and we
were together for two years in a union
that I thought would last forever, but
for her the truth was never.

She lied to me for two years about her
past and her intentions so she could use
me and keep herself amused.

I couldn't see what she was doing
because my love for her was so strong
and she just wasn't equipped to handle
so much love and it didn't take her long
to find someone else that could keep
her amused.

When I found her,I thought that real
love was unstoppable and that it would
always find you and that you could not hide.

Instead I got taken for one big ride by this
Kansas Queen who also turned out to be
very mean and who thought that she could
get away with it clean.

Together I thought that we faced the World
with our hearts in each others hands and I
thought that we knew that the others love
was true.

But upon discovering her lies she only
made me blue because her lies were so cool
and so very cruel it made me think I should
go back to school.

With her lies she professed her love for me
and I smiled because she made me happy
and she let me know if I made her mad or
made her sad.

But she appeared much to my surprise
to be glad when I opened the door for her
to leave and I was even more surprised
at how fast that she hit the door running.

Was it to another man who was waiting and
knew she was coming but that's all right
because it really doesn't matter because I was
glad and fortunate to see her scatter.

So we must be prepared for changes that
come at us so fast often leaving you to wonder,
"how long can I last?" and leaving you
wondering "how did I last this long," when
so many times you thought you were gone.

She told me everyday for two years
that she loved me and that that she
would never leave me saying to me that
I was the "one" that had been sent to her
by Jesus, and in the end I was just numb
and must have looked pretty dumb
because I believed all of her lies which
resulted in so many cries.

Life will blindside you when you least
expect it so we have to learn to expect the
unexpected and learn to love and not hate.

In the beginning she showed me that I
could love, taking away my hate but in
the end she took away that love
and brought back so much hate.

Because of her lies I will never be the
same because it was all just her game
that I lost but I will never play that
way again and I will never lose like
that again.

I will survive and live to see another day
and another love will come my way. 

Just do what you have to do to survive
while you are on this crazy ride................                  
Jon York        wrote 2010,    edited 2012

Combinations, badly put
Assume dimension, found afoot,
The very stuff of human kind's
Ability to see ... whilst blind.

For instance, take the last four years
Where insanity drove dulcet fears,
Keelhauling reason's rationale
Beyond the realm, beyond the pale.

Consider this, Sir, if you will,
Fascination's trough of swill
Where every man beneath the sun,
Under the pillow, keeps a gun?

Intriguing how, across the globe,
Despite sophistication's robe,
Pandemic rages forth, unchecked,
To foolishness's disrespect.

Futility of righteous flame
In seeking absolution's claim
By whispering in hallowed ear
Thy Catholic sins in shades of fear.

East / West drowning in distrust,
Wall Street terrified of bust,
California's deep disdain
Of climate change's promised flame.

Some you win, some you lose
Wisdom depicts those who choose
Sink or swim, the game decrees,
Observing mankind on his knees.

Combinations, badly put
Assume dimension, found afoot,
The very stuff of human kind's
Ability to see ... when blind.

M.
Foxglove, Taranaki NZ
12 July 2021

If experience has taught me anything (an unlikely assumption)
it is that if a woman ever tells you
-straight up-
that she’s a *****
she is not lying.
this advice is not at all useful.
at least; it hasn’t been for me
since every single time it happens
I insist that she’s just got low self esteem
or she’s  joking
or she’s just had one of those days.
But a few months to a year later,
I find myself on the blindside of the road
bags barely packed
rushed out with the trash
in shock and agreement.
But see,
at least for me,
It’s hard to believe someone
when you’re in love -
which is not unlike losing your glasses
and sort of seeing blurs of people
not nearly as clear as you would with sober eyes.
I don’t expect anyone to heed my warning
I believe it even less than you do
to be honest.
I’m just a little drunk
and in a funk
and thinking way too much,
as I’m prone to do from time to time
in bars like this.
So, don’t pay me any mind
or do
I don’t care, really
how’d we get on this topic, anyway?

Above all logic are your ideals
Beyond reality are your philosophies
Your mind yearns for what is not
Only the surreal is what you see
When will you forsake this guilelessness?

The serpents bite you blatantly
As if the flocculence of the flowers
Did not contrast with their suspicious scales
How are you such a walking tragedy?

Blindside after blindside has been dealt you
And still impending affliction awaits you
Because your feet tread where angels would not dare
The light of wisdom points your way
But you falter sightless in the mystic darkness
That is the cloud of fog wherein your head is suspended

Day dreams of knights armored in shining amour
Riding in to save your battered bleeding heart
Might not unfold my dear
Remember that the knight may be another pillager
And his slick armor just another Trojan horse


Nellie Nkosi

So busy wrapped up in the way that the stars were glowing
that I couldn't possibly foresee the dark path before me.

Touched what I've never touched before, seen what I've never seen before.

So busy searching for a shooting star that I would never see
that I paid no attention to my blindside.
Naive to my inner demons
"Lolli gagging" through a field of dreams
blocking my bright eyes from my realities.
Dancing through  life as if I had nine lives.

Kept my mind angled in a way that could keep my fears at a far distance
Ears open but never listening.
So I soon became distracted with the way the moon seemed to call my name from a near distance.

Touched what I've never touched before seen what I've never seen before.

Snapped, crackled, and cringed into the real world.
Like a baby exiting the womb frightened by new sounds and new air.

Stay over me
I feel you on the water
You converge with my faces
We have no space between

Work your way over my chestplate
Earn me with your stressed delay
Trust me when I keep you safe
I hold you here and dear when you're awake

Leave me to rest
Then you come back along to sing
With my body, you make the world scream
And I rewrite myself in you

So don't use me with the limelight
Like everyone has found in hindsight
I don't need another blindside
I need reanimating twilight

(starlight) to be aligned with you
(streetlights) to be aligned with you
(lifelines) to die inside with you
(hold on) to grow side by side with you

Who will be the one to claim me?
Who will be the one to slay me?
Will the music that I make end up making me?
When will there be lucidity for me?

how do you justify a head spun so spun from a virtual verbiage virtually vindicating a long lost ideal supposedly lost in the war, practically lives ago.  closed eyes like picture frames for a face so quickly etched into their very own new and nervous neurons.   novel indeed but hardly new, reminders and reminiscence of made mistakes recovering from the back burner blindside.  yesterdays regrets dont matter much in this dream and a refusal to awaken is the only option.  it's only what you've been waiting for if you recognize it when it passes you by on the boulevard.  Numerous enough are my days for me to understand the importance of open eyes for blinking is risky with this vision.  ice ages have taken hold and regressed since the last time that friendly chemicals werent responsible for such an onslaught of smirks.  the concept of "we", of "us" something subsurface unseen yet present with a strong presence presenting preconceptions upturned and made moot.  you frighten me in the best way.  the best kiss my lips never received, from the pacific with love.  from the sea itself.

Tea with the drifters
lifting lids on the kids there and
they're all on the skids there,
the dossers and tossers,the pikeys
and grifters,
all with the same name and
sidelined,
blindside of the game,
and with nothing
to choose between see or be seen
we don't see.

We don't see the lean one,the tall one,
the
skinny and the short one,the young or
the old one,
the one with the dream gone but
we all see the hands out,
all fear the question,
(could that be me?)
'spare any change guv for a hot cup of tea?'

On a Sunday for some when we pray and give thanks,
there are some that work hard in the local food banks.
It is to them we should pray and not to some God of the day
who disappears at will.
And I'm sure God will forgive me for saying this system is *****,
it ain't right,
someone's skimming the cream
someone's stealing the dream and
all we'll have left is
the night.

You fall asleep, phone in hand
the light of your game shines over you
in a slumber far-off and away

Tuck you in tonight
and in nights past
the way I wished to be

I am your blindside

I must turn away
or it will be the end of me

I must climb the stairs, go to bed,
I must face away from the door

No longer to lend from my voids;
consuming me inside to out

No lock will stop
what wanders these halls

For tomorrow, we will talk again
scathing speech still to cut
profoundly

still to pull myself apart
to attempt a reach once more.

Ever tell someone you love them?
Holding it in not wanting to rush the thought
Let the word appear on its own
Enjoy what you have

Ever hear that they don't think it's going to work out?
You never saw it coming. A blindside.
They've been feeling this way for some time.
And you never even noticed

If you could shed a bit of light
A glimmer of hope
You tell her
"I love you."

Ever have someone cry because you said that?
Gasping for breath
Her voice echoing against the walls
Her sobs reach into you even through the phone.

I know what eternity feels like
When the one you love doesn't want you to love them.
When they break down, upset over letting this happen.
Her cry echos in my head to this day.

your critique mimics
the chills down my spinal chord.
I've had an ache for weeks now-
seems there's not enough stretching myself thin
to rid of the pain in my neck now.  
your lips form lashes around my tongue
and it seems I have acid sores
encompassing my lips
because everything you say to me is so toxic.
Your mouth is a battery,
you won't stop running it-
seems it recharges itself.
Seems I cannot throw it away-
it would harm too many others.

Standing in front of you I feel weak,
a version of myself I do not recognize.
Seems I was never strong enough to stand up to you-
so I backed down.
Time and time again
hiding how I feel for your benefit.

It's a shame whenever someone comes around
I wince, afraid you will use your acid tongue
to weather them down
and form rust stains out of their smile.
Most days, I clench my fists
ready to be a shield in their wake.
Most days, that's a mistake.

The high horse
you build your house upon
has grown higher-
you built it that way.
You look down at everything
and bask in the glory of your accomplishments.
The materialistic glow of your youth
shines down upon my face-
but you are not looking at me in awe.
You do not consider me something worthy
of your appreciation.
It seems you think you owe it to yourself
to be nothing less than egotistical,
you grew yourself this way.
Built it from the ground up
so treat it as you wish.

Your way is the only value.
My words are meek inside your muddy waters-
your mindset is clouded again.
I am the rain upon your parade.

Addiction runs in your blood
without something
you fall apart.
All I ever wanted
was for you to be better-
you can never give me that.
You give me a complex instead.

Read this back again,
come back to it and realize
that us women always marry our fathers.
and I can't decide which this poem is about-
I think it's my Father,
but it could also be
every man I have ever loved.

I'm still trying to find love
in between the lines I write
but I only find the past-
the one where love didn't exist
seems it's not enough anyway.
I can't find love
when you show it to my blindside
you don't even care to move in the right direction.
Let me get over-
you.

Good morning Sunshine, it's almost 8
Pass you the bowl for a proper wake and bake
Today's a clean slate, get up and participate
Gotta give out love for it to reciprocate

Circle of life, we're responsible for our fate
Outside we fly into magic beyond the gate
One with our surroundings,
Growing when we meditate
Show the world your shine,
Let go and radiate~

Is this a daydream or hallucination
Steady lost in fascination
Climb the steps of preparation
Build bonds while staying patient
Live a life of experimentation
Illuminate in exotic sensations
Learn how to decipher manipulation
& how to speak with articulation

Exhale to ensure preservation,
Notice every indiviidual in every situation,
and choose who to keep in your rotation

Life

..Is what you make it
Dreams manifest, when you chase 'em
Runner's high, when ya face 'em
Guided by, Intuition
Down a long road on a constant mission

Perspective paves way for all envisioned,
To be in the right position for fruition
nnnnnow's the time to dance, you're free!
No need to worry, just be!
If you're ever hurtin', just breathe
If ya need someone to talk to, call me

Come together have fun and releaseee

I Believe..

Drastic changes happen in an instance
I am you, more than just a witness
Cross another item off your wishlist
Open your mind with no resistance

I've lived a life, as a misfit
To show you the truth, behind the fine print
We are actors creating al that's scripted,
but most is unconscious 'til we see we're gifted.
We work for more than entertanment
Satisfaction from passion comes as payment

Let's plan a map of action aboard my groovy spaceship
Coordinates locked in, but can we make it?
The vessels under attack, they're trying to break it
Stuck in the ego basement
They failed while trying to fake it
But we've been conditioned to take hits

And blindside opponents using our wits.

We have more force than when an atom splits

The difference lies in what you choose to do with it.

This is our time, we don't need a patent.
Inventing our lives, through all that's happened
I'll still smile, as the moments are passing
Because Eye am made of a kind of love that's everlasting

*Water the seeds to feel replenished
Still won't be finished after my body's diminished
This is a new age, a space with no limits
Forever together, making music for existence~

A slight chill runs through my veins like venom,
dread filled my body as I realize what I have to do.
I stutter as I try to find the right words,
I knew I would blindside you.
After three **** years of sitting quietly
I let it bottle all up,
it was time to stop the flood inside.
The words came out
like ***** after a drunken night.
the tears roll down but I feel a weight lift.
I will always love you,
but it's time to move on,
be free and live, for once in my life,
for myself.

Love is a myth
A story passed down from
Generation to generation
Parent to child
The one emotion
With no proof of a reality

There’s some proof of
Every other emotion
When you’re happy
Your lips spread wide and you
Flash your teeth to whoever’s looking
When you’re sad unwanted
Tears roll down your face
When you’re embarrassed your
Cheeks flush bright red rose

Love is a fairytale
One that may or may not
Begin with a
Once upon a time
Rarely ever really ends up
Happily ever after

Love is a drug
Try it once you
Get hooked
Love makes you a
Happy kind of high
Oblivious to reality
When you breakup
Reality crashes you like a
Steamroller
Instead of going down
You can always take another hit





Love is every girls dream
Their vision of their future
It starts at a young age
Even  when boys have cooties
Then they grow older,
Scribble hearts with their
Initials in their notebook
Stare at their crush when he
Supposedly isn’t looking

As they grow older
Girls version of love
Starts with a perfect boyfriend
Probably during the high school or college years
Graduating high school
Going on to college
Getting their dream down, then
Finally settling down
Ends in a perfect marriage
They’ve dreamed out their whole life

In the end
Love is a letdown
Ultimately made to
Blindside you
Break your into a million pieces

Somehow people make love out to
Sound like the perfect escape
From a past of fear and loneliness
Yet not so great when you find it’s
Virtually impossible to find a
Guy who’s ready to
Get down on one knee
Ask to spend the rest of forever with you
One who isn’t afraid to commit

Yet people still
Have hope to find this
Elusive magic potion that
Claims to make your fear go away
Make you stronger
Claims the effects will last forever

Maybe one day this
Crazy theory of love
Will be proven
So we know we’re not all
Chasing a hopeless dream

Until then play love’s game
Who knows
Maybe you’ll be the one to hit the jackpot

Latest fad still running
the circuit,
Flashing constant, tried by
      feeding fresh focus
Campaigns on dog walk trials
      And bourgeois coffee *** plots
   hear the snap playing through
       The high-rise
Smokepipes bleed deathly ill into disease
      streets, childheight shortsight
blindside approach to fireburn beast stack
       clean cleared broken
       plumbing catastrophe, own
       beliefs meshed with glass
and law heaps searching
in skip doors for all keyboards
      without the letters S A F E
       private life amongst pirate
       foxes hunt or ignore, the make-up
  Moonlight Pigeons, gauling talking
       heads propping up state, not
       noticing me, you, we, on the seti crying
Quietly
     into purple slumber.

Our love...  
you say we once loved each other
and this is true
and you say maybe there is no fixing us
and before you say anything else
let me remind you of this
our love is buried in a casket
you built with the hands of your betrayal
and the white lies painted on your teeth
that you use to spit out half hearted apologies
that only mean you need something temporary
a place to play pretend while you search
yet again for someone better
but you’re having trouble
finding someone to blindside
as your past keeps crashing
into your present
and that makes it harder to be manipulative
as your lies are bleeding through your massacre
and the color of your eyes
are heavily saturated with desperation
and don’t mistake this for hatred
and I wish you no ill will or harm
but there is no us
as you walked away from that
of your own free will and choice
time and time again
after I forgave you time and time again
only to find the same dagger
leaving new scars in the heart
that was still at that time
beating for you
and it took time
months and months
and years and years and years
before I realized the only thing
you could give me was false hope
that turned quickly back to misery
and that enough was enough
so I placed my still heart and our love
in the casket you painstakingly built
and let you bury it
and you buried it so deep into the ground
that it fell through the earth
and is now a satellite circling the earth
high above china
and much like you it shines in the night sky
as pretty as a star
but completely artificial

RECORD: MIRROR IN THE BATHROOM
FROGMAN: BELLERUCHE

Wear Ingktrofsplection.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
ingktrofsplection would be I.T.
the long-term truths of ingktrofsplection
have been pontified by cause and effect,
whereas the rest of my data
has no basis MORE reliable
than my own
pweandering
Ingktrofsplective
experience.

I will dispense this data now:

Enjoy the power and B-E-A-uty of your myouth.
oh, never mind.
you will not understand the power and beauty of your myouth
until they've faded.
but trust me,
in ninetbeen years, you'll look back at thoughts of your selfse and recall,
in a way you can't grasp now,
how much pontifibility lay before you and how wubulous you really thunk.

You are not as crazy as you imagine.

don't tarry about the future.
or tarry,
but know that tarrying is as effective as trying to solve a self equation
threw hewed lying gums.

the real lies in your mind
are apt to be stings that never stung your tarried mind,
the chimes that blindside you at four A.B. on some idle Highday.

do one sting All-Ways,
even if it tears you.

LAUGH.

don't be reckless with other people's minds.
don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

PLAY.

"Don't waste time!" on jealousy fish.
sometimes you're a head,
sometimes you're beehived.
The Race is long and,
in the end,
it's only with your selfse.

remember leissons you receive.
forget the stings.
If you succeed in doing this,
tell me how.

Keep your old love let'rs.
Throw away your own stank hatements.

STRRREEEETCH!

don't feel unguided
if you don't know what you want to do with your body and mind.
the most interesting Johnnys and Suzys I know
didn't know at ninetbeen what they wanted to do with their thoughts.
Some of the most interesting fourty-two year olds I know
still don't.

get plenty of curiosity and adventure.
be kind to your mind.
you'll miss it when it’s gone.

maybe you'll tarry,
maybe you won't.
maybe you'll have wild stings,
maybe you won't.

maybe you'll dinvfoirce at 42,
maybe you'll dance the funny kick'n on your 69th forget-a-versary.
whatever you do,
don't pontificate your selfse too much,
or belay your selfse either.

your choices are flip-of-a-coin.
Read DeadHeads or Blue Tails.
So are every body else's.

ENJOY YOUR MIND AND BODY.

use them every way you can.
don't be afraid of them
or of what other minds and bodies think of them.
they are THE GREATEST instruments you'll ever own.

fae DANCE,

even if you have nowhere to do it
but your own THING-KING RooUmNE.
-- Mary Schmich, Frogman

Johnny's: So too fell the Static Living!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

When times get tough, and tensions should ride high;
When one’s hands are lashed and frustration’s sound,
I take a ride through the morning country.

Like a sweet raspberry cream filled fruit pie,
I savor the pleasure that gets around.
The morningside country beckons to me.

The city’s too busy; crowded and fried.
I wish to kiss the winds with a resound!
I take a ride through the the morning country.

I wake up, and the sun is in my eye.
She's there with me as my feet hit the ground,
The morningside country beckons to me.

This woman I love, she knows how to try,
She knows where my sincere heart can be found.
We take a ride through the morning country.

There are those days that certainly blindside.
What I do often for sorrow to drown--
I take a ride through the morning country,
The morningside country beckons to me.

Porcelain
Oh how your skin beckons me
Eyes awake pouring liquid crystal onto silk
Embroidery of affliction
I've seen what they do to you
And what you do to yourself
Unknown beauty queen
You never believe their compliments
You discourage boys who endeavor to idolize you
Girls, girls, girls
An open wardrobe
No hiding your sexuality my dear
Years
It takes years to gain your trust and appeal
Exclusive you are
People take advantage of you
They catch you off guard
Blindside you
Mesmerize
And hypnotize you
If you could give me the chance I will be patient and kind
Tell you I love you on a prayer
Spill every drop of blood in my body for you
Fall to my knees and cry for you
Shelter you from men who treat you like ****
And set you free on demand
And,
Against my will,
I will leave on demand
But only if you mean it

Pieces of eight
Pieces of eight
Polly's a parrot
Squawk.

Diamond Dip was the name of his ship
and it boasted sixteen guns
eighty five tonne and two tots of ***
for the rabble who dabbled in death.

Pieces of eight
and the skipper was late, caught
a broadside from his
blindside,
got carried in deep to where
the crew now sleep.

Polly squawked once
and died.

Sunrise.

Another fretful and sudden surprise.
Caught me on my bruised black blindside.
Never thought I'd see the day or this kind
Of feeling falling on the horizon of my mind.

Sunset.

Down again and overwhelmed by upset.
Turned around, and before I knew it, I let
Myself lose. Forever on the **** end of a bad bet.
Lets just see how much worse this can get.

My first thought on seeing him
Was "wow, you look dead inside"
But then I remembered
I looked like I'd just been hit blindside

I love that blindside you to be a part for me to know that I am not sure if I can find it in you and what you used to do that **** and I will be in the morning to see up to date with my **** between you and me or and I if you are looking for a bit of a headache and a few days to ago I and I was wearing a black shirt with you for two days now but I have to get my **** on your way to your office to help me out with the braid wants me back with a new job.