Some days are a real blow off. I mean nothing goes
right from the first eye opening moment that the day
greet you with,Then this shit (Self analyzing moment, but I digress)
and calls it a good day.
Just rambling out wise ass crack about how the day was
and repeat over and over to yourself, MEH!
Gods its only Monday and I want it to be Friday again.
How do I put such over rated feeling on things (Mass consumerism Mentality)?
I love you I hate you. The world in this moment
can go to hell!
If there was a comic evil spot that I could somehow do somethings
bad and be jailed there.
Reach out for nothing good
take in nothing bad or good.
Walk straight and talk
Don't slouch.
Thank you world can I have another wag of your disapproving
offer we call life.. . .
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
What Use Is It To Tell You
What Use Is It To Tell You
2/24/11
What use is it to tell you that I love?
when these words you've surely heard before.
Why is it you that I would open up to you?
When I am me and you are you,
and push has come to shove.
That you would give me any portion of
your heart that I could not in turn restore,
is ludicrous to me, and even more;
since I am just a glimpse of you
can it be enough...
I will stand yearning on the edge of a dream
and wait for a touch you'll never feel
and time is inclined to pass as it alway will.
And it always seems that every longing
moment is unreal.
If worthiness gave hope of life redeemed,
then I could say the words I now conceal.
2/24/11
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Sky
The sky,
The last salvation that Corporate society haven't gotten a hold of.
The deep blue, the golden rays,
The white fluffy clouds, they change there shape at a whim.
The sky,
Where birds dance, and lovers lay in the tall grass dazzled by by the simplistic time in there life.
We love you in the morning,
We greet you at every waking moment,
We soak up the day and relish the time before you set.
Every inch is savored,
Every golden touch warming the moment.
As you set the horizon dances on fire until it sleeps, and dreams of.
The sky.
Feb. 10/11
The last salvation that Corporate society haven't gotten a hold of.
The deep blue, the golden rays,
The white fluffy clouds, they change there shape at a whim.
The sky,
Where birds dance, and lovers lay in the tall grass dazzled by by the simplistic time in there life.
We love you in the morning,
We greet you at every waking moment,
We soak up the day and relish the time before you set.
Every inch is savored,
Every golden touch warming the moment.
As you set the horizon dances on fire until it sleeps, and dreams of.
The sky.
Feb. 10/11
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