I feel the Eclipse on my fingertips
A full moon illuminated through hits
Living to abide, it’s time to quit
Smoking these sticks dipped in tar pits
Forever realizing how it goes so quick
Uncanny thoughts in my mind
Make it hard to forget
Battered like a Vietnam Vet
Somethings become delicate
Cause I don’t want to get sick
Sick of it all, I’m scared I might fall
That shit fucking hurts
Open wounds covered in dirt
I think I might regurgIquake
If my body starts to break
I no longer feel deranged
Astray or strange, no more distain
I’ve begun to overcome the pain
Quite simple and plain
One woman’s trash is another woman’s Treasure, somehow forbidden pleasure
Buried in words as a way to measure
The temperature in a heart
Sparks the attack
Cardiac effected by the smacks
This time it needs to relax
Pushed to the maxImumovable
I couldn’t find a lower decimal
Wicked tricks I’ve aquired in my Reticule, I’ve got a helluva view
What I see, it’s starting to resemble
You in your heavenly ensemble.
I want to get away.
No I need to get away.
You’re getting in the way.
I’m too tired,
I don’t want to play today.
But damn, I need to get paid.
So a couple hours of shut eye,
Then I roll my dice for the next day.
Then along comes a man.
He may be old,
But I’ll listen to what he has to say.
Progressive ideals held firm,
Since back in the day.
A light house,
Illuminating gorillas in the mist.
Maybe it’ll be nice out,
After the fights out.
Today’s a big day.
So go out and vote I say.
What do you do?
When another makes you feel stupid.
Do you blame it all on cupid,
Or do you sit sad and blue?
Cause I’m tired of being,
Shot down, put down, and dissed.
I wanna be picked up,
Held tight and missed.
Things like that fail to happen.
For the life I’ve set in front of me.
I never asked much,
Just to be shown your feelings.
Through the power of your touch,
I’m loosing my clutch.
I guess I may be a bit much.
But you’ve known that from the cusp.
I’m growing done with trying,
And these strange feelings of crying.
I don’t know what to do,
So I choke on my smoke.
It helps to numb the pain.
Cause when I sit and think about it,
Thoughts get crowded,
Eyes get clouded.
So imma sit right here,
And wait for you to talk about it..
Every time I feel a vibration , I make the motion to search for your mention. All to be let down. I sit with a frown, feeling like a disregarded clown. Far from you in another part of town. I lie and drown how many times must I try to you leaving me unnoticed. Just once I wish to bear witness to your words I’m full effect. Affected and neglected I feel by your regection of my feelings of affection. I try and I try as time goes by Flys by off the grid ever so sly. I fried I tripped I drunk and I stunk. All by your side always trying to abide and decide how to make you happy. The way you get while laughing it’s so distracting. I loose grasp of reality while I’m observing you mentally. Is it really so much to ask for you to show me how you feel about me. Face to face bass to bass. I know if we come together we can make it through any weather. But in order to change the weather, you’ve got to change the climate. And it’s too cold for my liking. You just bail, I feel ready for another jail.
I may not be the smartest man.
But my ignorance has helped me devise a plan.
I may not be wealthy with materials a plenty.
But for your love I’ll drink the oceans empty.
I may go unheard if my appearance is absurd.
But with a elephant reiterating a psalm, I think I can sing my song.
I may not get far on the road that I choose.
But with you by my side I know I can’t loose.
I may smoke a little here, and well a lot over there.
But where ever you may be, you’ll never find a man as sweet as me.
I may do anything to make you smile, right up to a mile.
But little lady, if all you say is maybe.
I may end up in somebody else’s gravy. But I promise I won’t join the navy.
I spend a lot of my time Interacting with people. Whether it be behind a register or in front of a pizza oven. Trying to call their orders. We don’t charge extra, no need for your quarters. Some can’t read a sign, put there by design, to keep them abreast. We all try to do our best.
There is a large percentage among the rest, that really puts our limits to the test. That guy on his cellphone waving his hand at you, shouting orders. The morbidly obese and their trademark “with everything”. The people who have no idea what they’re doing in life who tell you, “you choose for me” and then tell you no I don’t want that or that. Mother fucker you said choose for you, I chose, bon appetite. When did we forget that manners are what makes the shitty pay and the horrid hours bearable. The gluten frees and their “alergies”. It’s called two generations of being subliminally fed whatever makes the cigar smoking, war mongering, CEO’s pockets bursting. You wanna know what the best part is?
We all voted for it, and swallowed it dry.
Hey Mr. Comboverman
With your outstretched right hand.
Standing up there on the bandstand.
Sparking the fire,
Your breed of hate demands.
I’m sorry to throw a wrench,
In your plans.
But the people will not stand,
By your demands.
Demands of separation and segregation.
While you stand,
A nation divides in the sand.
The “Moral Majority” with their guns,
And their racist puns.
Trying to take away all the fun and,
All the freedom.
Build a wall below us.
May aswell kill them all,
So your true selves will be shown.
All covers will be blown.
The people then will see,
What some have known all along.
They shall come together and as one,
They shall be strong.
And on that fateful day,
When the results are displayed.
We will all see the true colors,
Of triumph or dismay.
Can you withstand,
Like a roaring tsunami,
Can I go too far?
Yes I can.
I don’t really like drinking,
Or sweet and chocolaty
I’m not a fan of people,
Under a steeple.
I believe in climate change,
And warming globally.
Although to some people,
It goes almost unnoticeably.
They say we drive too many cars.
And that CO2 is the main cause.
Our cars are bad,
And yes that is true.
But to eat meat,
Much more is held to you.
For the agrobusiness industry.
Is a business of misery.
Living creatures as a
Just to run an economy.
And the amount of pollution, out into the sea.
Things have gotten so bad
It’s killing off the bees.
So I beg of you,
Mr. Politician man please,
Do something about their tyrannical greed.
A prince died today
In music history
He shall forever lay
A title with no need to defend
For what he has lent
To generations to come again
Message of self
And a person
Can make you
Just with the use
My mind never sleeps,
My body only creaks,
Under those sheets.
Every night on repeat.
I can’t figure out how to delete,
That part of me that wants to retreat.
It’s too early,
For me to admit defeat.
I’m not meek.
I’m just another everyday freak.
The ones you only meet,
Out there in the streets.
Sometimes I wonder,
What is it that keeps me,
From going under?
Is it that bottled fury.
With the power of thunder.
That I’ve hidden away down under?
All I know.
Is that I comes awake,
When I slumber.