"humanbeings" poems
It isn't easy.
Once you've grown
wise enough to realize
that the little ones are the only good humanbeings .
Your back is already worn out like
well read paper back.
And your heart ,your hearts
been hardened by too many cigarettes and too many
pretty faces who always came and went a bit too soon.
You got to hit your rhythm right before you reach the apex .
Then Like that first time we tried DMT
just sit back and enjoy the ride.
You gotta barrel through it all .
The burdens of society.
The addictions
The struggle between what you
want to do and what makes you
enough to keep her happy.
We're cursed with such a narrow perspective.
Unlike the bare butterfly who
lives out their time in all Realities.
If you dont listen to Frusciante
you might not understand me today.
Learn how to survive with the least
amount of your abilities
and call this progress.
Decay always begins once growth ends.
And there ll be plenty of dreams to **** tomorrow .
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
knowing who is real and who is not
knowing who is great and who is not
there are so many that don't care
and saints that do care
but most are unfeeling
filled with the ******** of their lies
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC