Just because the ****** aren't whistling out in the streets,
doesn't mean they don't exist behind the walls,
gratifying the lonely sweaty old men with bad breath and office jobs.
And the junkies, the homosexuals, the drunks, the degenerates, the runaways, the infidels of society, who all live discreetly behind the curtains, perfecting there arts and habits,
perfecting them away from the law who once promised to show empathy,
away from the law who once spoiled and anointed them with patriotic flirtations.
Just because the ****** aren't tap dancing outside your window,
doesn't mean they can't be found.
Because you are who you are in this world, and it's a blessing to cherish, chisel your path with all integrity,
despite where the path may lead you at times.
Reject whats spread out for you on the surface,
it will only offer you banality and false promises,
you'll be thrown in a haze with obeyers and the shadows ,
the ones with out a grain of inquiry to give the now and tomorrows,
It will only make you weak, it will only let you down.
Just because they linger behind the veil,
doesn't mean they don't exist with a lot to give,
because we are who we are in this world, and to not take pride would be such a foolish act.
So lets gather around to re-ignite the campfires, the banging of the drums and the howling,
lets contemplate the art of ****** and philosophical inquiry,
lets become our own gods and prophets by our own brushes,
because this is an art, a sacred art, a religion like no other ,
to get loaded, intoxicated and deteriorate the concept of time,
to dance under the moonlight with the tribes,
to wipe ***** off our faces in mosh-pits of anarchy,
to let the wind pierce through our nostrils on the back of a truck off to nowhere,
and to love!
to love, to love , to love, with out a shred of fear of rejection or shame.
Because we are who we are in this world, and the boundaries they force upon us are not real,
there just as obscure as they have ever been, and forever will be.
we are, who we are.
