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theres one too many mornings of gloom and aptitude
adjusting attitudes to make up for the past and the latitude
spewing facts like rat traps lining a mad scientests labryinth
scattered musings,veiwings wakes and funerals
the only conclusions we conclude are quaaludes and preludes
so we seclude ourselves in foxholes filled with sailor jerrys and haybales of haikus...you will know us by the trail of dead and our non shalant substance abuse
spread the word,this outlandish nerd is going to dance on verbs for the enjoyment
of the peturbed,perverted and award the best dressed for the whores category
giving sperm as a grand prize...and after the thighs are covered
back to the lab for some gin and toaster strudles
was she speaking in code words...or was I just drunk?
long nights lead to short mornings,
loud snoring and some vomit on the counter
couter punchs,sacked lunches and powder all over my trousers
somebodys couch was gonna get soaked in gasoline and ive got a switch
so long stares lead to measues took,
followed up by central booking and the whos
who
screws loose,so bad,I had to reecoop
the only problem was I wasnt sure how to
so off in a cab with an odd future intact

the overcast morning

to a man ive never met
I wish the best to you in heaven
as someday I hope to live like you
old and wise,unfiltering those thoughts to the public
more so,I hope I can be as instrumental in one persons as you were to manys.
rest peacefully
gently
to a mentor ive never seen
your dedication is inspirational,your journey to this point is a WICKED good story
how I sat paitently for my next "life with gramps" animated shorts
how your love reminded me so of my dear grandfather.
all those times I wished I had been older,a better helper to the hardest worker ive ever known,
but he died peacefully in his sleep as well,
hell there hasent been a day gone by where I didnt miss his wisdom or war tales
but so it was restored,in the tones of my words,the valor of my soul
I have become a new age version of my shepard
he has taken my hand threw the world.
so ive never stopped talking with him

Ur my destiny //

Your suppose to live on your knees,
I'm going die on my feet
no small feats,
treat this country like a playground for the meek
underpriveleged ghosts of a distant reality
the only formality is a tip of the hat,a blown kiss from a balchoney
bliss is the morning,the afternoon & the evening I treat like alchemy
comfort is the feeling im blessed with,those suddle reminders your chest dances
a normal person simpy is a recreation of for instances,
frightened of resentment...still wishing it was yesterday and dreading the woes of this galaxys infancy...
there are beautiful women in every part of the earth and theyll break your gentle heart into perfectly calculated refinancing
but to never try is to accept losing
somthing in which I cannot do
destiny rides on the lips of my smile,quite righteous acclimations of self in what is considered a down time in the eyes of the young bastards behind the years in my life,
quite unimaginable how the thought of suicide is even of mind
but I understand,quite well,how a heart gathers fire
how mind dances a high wire
how get rich quick skeems breed passionite lies and deceiteful smiles
oh good greif son,

FREE YOUR MIND

and remember the golden rule

SILENCE.

ssd

this past years a blur,words are so fleeting its birthed new meanings to the intrigue of the underworld.submerged in the mergeing of cultures,and egotisitcal pathways,I find myself at rest,away from the highways and interstates.I got kids working on the chain gang,and Ill be god damned if i end up that way. Strange,I barely keep a paper trail to keep sane,my eyes have eyes and there watching out like dogs,I feel like william faulkner...as I lay dying,I keep trying to get up....I write because I always want to talk. Small knots are my weapon of choice,I keep neuces in stash boxes in spots if in ever need of a desperate way off,but its not the way I came up,raised by a bunch of narcs from the great state of tejas. It not that I dont love em,I love all,I just dont trust em,so I keep my distance and never answer their calls. Right ways,wrong ways,long nights,fast days...heads full of class & fluff and the only way I got what i deserved on the come up was from keepin my cum to myself and my feet on the asphalt.Bummin,spangin,rearrangeing my days to make way for the nights bombs,and for her love,but she dosent call...and neither do I so ill meet her down lifes long road.even this throat is sore,sorted by the cannibus I donate my pay scales too,IM glad she thinks like i do...savage and beautiful.screw it all,ill break the locks and bust out the truth...there not much more to be said in a whirlwind of beauty

Loose fitting funeral tuX

there is no room for my error
yet in an era of shattered roles, I've assumed a regalia
the smell of vagina is in the air,and I have no more spare failures
careless,truthfull and a machine gun mouth loaded with parables
fair is fair in a world full of failure
Ive scaled most intertates in search of thearapy
charity is the aforementioned in vails
most stories written in fractiles and paradoys
insideous trips with life altering theology

but they mean well.
the kids out there in hell.

jails a sonofabitch,I can only imagine the department of correction.
bail.post it.skip town.roast it...your brain that is
collect kids like pokemon cards in your traviling caravan of bad decisions
revalations never happen at the begining
the universe spares for extreme moments of unclarity.
spare me the questions of longevity,my moral structure is true
blue prints of a revolution haunt me like a sore tooth

yet

her energy rests in my chest,and I feel thats the greatest taboo. You can have it all,but will it have you..

#)#

Summer comes,
summer goes
yet my heart still clings to colorado
not the people as much as the slopes,besides hatred is just another form of love
though my passion stems for all,not just one..
months spent relfecting on the absent minded days of before points to
butofcourse
drug abuse coupled with a sense of entitlement and pre conceived enlightenment
stemming from death and the aforementioned struggles of ones life.
I am not humble,
never have been
never could be,my brain leads me much like napoleans did
destined for death and glory,while dining on minds and stories
please forgive me,oh society,
I adore scraping your under belly
I know with a few tutors and less equity,
I could have my doctrine in 365 weeks and a mountain of debt
but that is for the bold,much like the slums is for the cold
the roll I've assumed has never been done to this extent before.
More and more I realize my destiny,I manifest well,
hell,
It suprises me
I dig along the borders of my humility,putting up a fortress for all to see
bleed with me,along these lines,outside or in a jail
poetry is but a tool for the mind
this spine bleeds and contours to the world,so why wont you take your bruises
and not say a word.
I was for warned about the future in a dream,the worst part is
its all up to you and me
across the seas and under the clouds,is where youll find the realm we devour
detours to make sure the sun and the moon form once every half an hour
eclipsing the myth that all time is predetermined
that all logic is based in chaos
...and still we wonder...
how does the world come to you...
for I see it with no colors...though even more so its as beautiful as
yours.

XoxOx

I wish to not be destroyed yet
im employed and I have a steady pay check
time spent slaving for the man is better spent then time scraping my knucles
I need gucci,nike and 72 inch screens for football

I wish to never be emploed
for it will destroy me
I bum across state lines,telling lies to win this lottery
time spent living out of tents on heads full of fluff in cross country debauchery

RELENTLESS

I wish to never say a word
to get entranced in my own little universe
the charecters I create in here,are more than I could ever be out there in the
real world
the mouse clicks,bliss is TIME artificially spent

I NEED good grades
If not so I may lay waste to this face
double barrel buck shot to get back at proffessor...oh whatever his name is
if I fail in here,I fail out there,the real world...which comes on at ten right after the season finalie of...

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