A simple stream of words ran for a moment never to return, or be heard again. Though voices come and go, How was I to know without a sound you'd be gone
If I had two rats I'd give you one Painted Turtle colored sand hills underwater are my home. Worlds connected. Magnet winds blow to the sky I raise
You and I are lost and fed up Sometimes enough's enough Somewhere there's a lost and found box full of lost love. That's where it's at More than one
High around 85 given this seasons best and though it seems I've been past by I got the time to get there yet Your drawn in to this day I'm painted next
Somewhere in the darkness if you look intently You'll se my open heart glowing like a fool Revealing a pleasure saved for all time. A hidden treasure
I've come to speak my truth and maybe you'll believe it It's just a reflection of what I strive to become Take it or leave it When you mention me as
Devil May Care, But I Don't Maybe I Will, Maybe I Won't And I Hear A Sound Comin' My Way On Saturday Night When Somebody Said Go On Downtown, everbody
Captured And Sold In A World That's Bought To Waste. You Weren't Born A Soul Without A Guide For Dreams Unfold To Save Your Mind From Barrenness You
"The Green Manalishi (with the two pronged crown)" (Peter Green) Now when the day goes to sleep And the full moon looks The night is so black, darkness
nothing breeds more contempt for this world than memories now formed every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds for the trials
Nothing fucking worked no matter how hard I tried wanted all to be perfect, wanted it to be right all knowing force what is this worth? all knowing forced
You make the right moves, I beg to differ Rather be a fool and see things clearer You found a quick way to fill your pocket That's the way in a world
Brainwave Latching onto the crowd They never ever did it that way Guided by a brainwave Follow the light, shunned by the herd All the postures being
A Plan For Power Moves To Oppress Excludes Poverty Sports Success Obliterates Obstinance Ignore Any Ugliness Maintain War Mind Readiness Propagate Loyalty
Why should I devalue my position? Do I need to be a part of the fold? Don't need any sort of reason I'll just go and follow my own path Take note of
Waiting impatiently to put together the facts Wishing for the best to move slightly against the grain Upwards, onwards, I hope, that I can rebound and
Pick up the broken pieces Pick up the broken peace Tell you something clearly Tell you something real But you tell me nothing You never do nothing real
Put me right through the ringer Run around with eyes on whatever Cut me down to half of a member Mended back given no hope Scheming minds new intentions
