Sedated For Repair

It is the procrastination of people in my independent state that brings on the hesitation of feelings to vacate, and it leads to a situation tha is making me break; broken down complication of relations is more than I can take.

I can't drink water that's already dried out. I've tried, it disappears and the smoke soon clears and I can finally hear a sound, musically, given to me, a prophecy, leading my democracy, the same as Socrates. You see this aristocratic hate state we live in today, yet I don't participate, it's worthless, like dreams without a purpose, which happens to be America's surplus.

Alone on my own, I keep singing on. Why did I put up with it for so long? Don'’t worry I'm gone. I was an innocent man with big plans. You were my America but now you're covered with tainted lands.

I am waiting perched above the ground, looking down at this God forsaken town. It is time to let go, you already know, just once again being told that individuality brings out the soul, and spirituality will grow old if equality stays cold, making reality remain a show.

It is true this place a dump, so what, my aunt died a drunk, I am still a punk. And like a sinking ship, my dreams soon sunk. I gues I was too slow to realize all those hypocritical lies, at her own demise. To late now the devil came and laid waist, don’t bother pursuing the chase. She got away again, time to begin to fend. She is out of sight, out of mind still trying to wrong all the rights.

But there is not enough time, so live your life and keep up the fight, unlike me, just a link in the chain. Sorry, we are not all the same. No one is to blame this constant, it'’s like the rain. And I am left with eyes wide shut rolling around in a perpetuating rut, just a fool to conclude your own interlude. It's thee American dream you did it with ease, now leave me be.

Someday

Blending in with scenes which leave me no reasons to start, contemplating dreams that never seem to make the means. I am just left burning the bridges over troubled waters, it’s the price we pay to live a little, like lambs to the slaughter.

But the universe is planted deep within me, digging for seeds. Still people take me and other things for granted, like a king, and we are all bound by change, it is adjacent to you and time, so I continue to climb, it’s a struggle in the back of my mind.

If I stick around long enough I am going to break resistance. I need help to explain my existence, the feeling is persistent. Lasting effects that make the trek that I have walked, the road less taken and I let my trade mark hit the ground. It fell from a cloud, the gift was too profound, so I put it back down.

It comes full circle you know, a perfect one at best, always putting me to the test. I can see you pushing towards the boiling point try to anoint yourself, just to disappoint me? That’s ok, some day I will go astray, because you let the communication decay, maybe you are better off this way.

Looking In

I am…
Self-eluding
Self-destructing
Self-indulging
Selfish
Self-proclaiming
Self-disturbing
Self-inducing

I am also…
Self-giving
Self-trusting
Self-caring
Selfless
Self-sacrificing
Self-assuring
Self-promising

…and most importantly, I am
Myself

Tears from the Moon

The day shuns the night away.
We become depraved.
Atoned for my past judgment.
For something I condoned.
Based on a fact from the present.
The future is only a second.
It was a second gone bye & bye.
One that tells no lies.
So let the truth set you free.
Start begging on your knees.
For what our dreams may become.
The feeling turns numb.
Watch my soul to fit the mold.
Let the story to be told.
I give and then give a little more.
I'm so mentally sore.
We can sit here trying to find bliss.
Fuck it, I just need your kiss.
Caress me please, molest me with ease.
Put the pain to rest.
She still wonders why I'm so insecure.
And my intentions remain pure.