acrossOceans is no liar
Like me, we speak freely
Of drugs, abuse and poetry
With time we will see the strengths
and weaknesses of such a strategy
For truth can heal
Truth can kill
By the truth we can be freed
So, hey brother
Can I get a hit of your weed?
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Percodan flowers
rush brisk enthusiasm up veins
now its time to rock
get the wine barrel and the midget
Bring me the record player
stacks of records
Henry
I need Henry badly
Henry knows these songs
he knows these pharmaceuticals better than a triple beam squirming between mirrored lakes under the direction of blinking
and trying to see what’s going down the well
Somehow it’s a mistake
I held the wrong grapes
However,
I do know
that I smoked the right stuff
no, no Henry
this is the correct pill
these are the right grapes
it is the soil that was different
and off by a few inches
it was damp
yes, Henry
damp as pacific northwest soil often tends to be
and it did have decaying trees & ferns in it
it is cold
Sometimes Orcas swim by
Henry
sometimes killer whales bleed
and sometimes fog horns weep for them
Percodan flowers
rush brisk enthusiasm up veins
now its time to rock
get the wine barrel and the midget
Bring me the record player
stacks of records
Henry
I need Henry badly
Henry knows these songs
he knows these pharmaceuticals better than a triple beam squirming between mirrored lakes under the direction of blinking
and trying to see what’s going down the well
Somehow it’s a mistake
I held the wrong grapes
However,
I do know
that I smoked the right stuff
no, no Henry
this is the correct pill
these are the right grapes
it is the soil that was different
and off by a few inches
it was damp
yes, Henry
damp as pacific northwest soil often tends to be
and it did have decaying trees & ferns in it
it is cold
Sometimes Orcas swim by
Henry
sometimes killer whales bleed
and sometimes fog horns weep for them
Hey Henry
do you see the ocean?
Hey Henry
Fuck me. Quite a read for 8am! Class, pure class
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Send my credentials to the house of detention
I used to wake and bake
Breakfast, lunch and tea
And every time I asked
My friends said it was good for me.
When the walls started warping
Good for me
When the strangers started stalking
Good for me
When the people closest were conspiring
No problem
Smoking the mind into a dark tunnel
Blinkered
Oblivion
Non addictive yet no sleep
Without a hit
Hearty and healthy, natural
Yet unnatural fears were oozing out of the smoke.
'Just paranoia' they said
Like it was normal
I guess it is normal, when you're high
Everyone knows this
Even the doubters
It's not rocket science
They all know this
Loving the haze, touching the craze
But staying within range
Of sanity, sobriety, normality, reality
Me, I left the porch
'It's good for you, no problems'
Is how they helped
So it was left to me to sort this shit out
Me and the straight ones who had the backbone
to put their shoulder to the task
All my friends, well they were weak willed and lazy
and liked to giggle
And it was a threat
A threat to admit
You could smoke yourself off the edge
Denial, I call it. Plain and simple
Good for you, good for you
Until the hazy blinkered tunnel drops into a pit
'No problems, good for you'
That's what they will say,
Your friends
And that's when you realise
You are on your own.
I pity them really
Because they are so hazed they couldn't even feel it
Never gonna touch it
Never want to face it.
The ones that did, we're off it
And roam around pacing outside the wall
Just waiting for the next one to fall off.
And guess who's gonna be there to pick them up
Dust them off?
Not you guys. You didn't give a shit
Didn't give me even an inch of help
I hope you fucking choke on it.
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
acrossOceans is no liar
Like me, we speak freely
Of drugs, abuse and poetry
With time we will see the strengths
and weaknesses of such a strategy
For truth can heal
Truth can kill
By the truth we can be freed
So, hey brother
Can I get a hit of your weed?
Percodan flowers
rush brisk enthusiasm up veins
now its time to rock
get the wine barrel and the midget
Bring me the record player
stacks of records
Henry
I need Henry badly
Henry knows these songs
he knows these pharmaceuticals better than a triple beam squirming between mirrored lakes under the direction of blinking
and trying to see what’s going down the well
Somehow it’s a mistake
I held the wrong grapes
However,
I do know
that I smoked the right stuff
no, no Henry
this is the correct pill
these are the right grapes
it is the soil that was different
and off by a few inches
it was damp
yes, Henry
damp as pacific northwest soil often tends to be
and it did have decaying trees & ferns in it
it is cold
Sometimes Orcas swim by
Henry
sometimes killer whales bleed
and sometimes fog horns weep for them
Hey Henry
do you see the ocean?
Hey Henry
shit henry makes me think of harry.. tho i don't think he's anythin like harry
i wish you a happy breakfast tomorrow chad.... i know i'm closer to tomorrow than you are but it's on its way...
you gotta start doin a bit of cinnamon in your coffee man...you must... after all the pills drugs and wine, gettin up and just smellin the coffee and the cinnamon in it... and tasting it... while lookin outside ...with the song playin... helps... i think...
after a bit... I kill the waffles and coffee.... in your case i believe it'll be the eggs ... kill that shit chad...in a good way i mean
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high
Hire
Send my credentials to the house of detention
no liar
Like me, we speak freely
Of drugs, abuse and poetry
With time we will see the strengths
and weaknesses of such a strategy
For truth can heal
Truth can kill
By the truth we can be freed
So, hey brother
Can I get a hit of your weed?
Send my credentials to the house of detention
rush brisk enthusiasm up veins
now its time to rock
get the wine barrel and the midget
Bring me the record player
stacks of records
Henry
I need Henry badly
Henry knows these songs
he knows these pharmaceuticals better than a triple beam squirming between mirrored lakes under the direction of blinking
and trying to see what’s going down the well
Somehow it’s a mistake
I held the wrong grapes
However,
I do know
that I smoked the right stuff
no, no Henry
this is the correct pill
these are the right grapes
it is the soil that was different
and off by a few inches
it was damp
yes, Henry
damp as pacific northwest soil often tends to be
and it did have decaying trees & ferns in it
it is cold
Sometimes Orcas swim by
Henry
sometimes killer whales bleed
and sometimes fog horns weep for them
Hey Henry
do you see the ocean?
Hey Henry
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Fuck me. Quite a read for 8am! Class, pure class
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Breakfast, lunch and tea
And every time I asked
My friends said it was good for me.
When the walls started warping
Good for me
When the strangers started stalking
Good for me
When the people closest were conspiring
No problem
Smoking the mind into a dark tunnel
Blinkered
Oblivion
Non addictive yet no sleep
Without a hit
Hearty and healthy, natural
Yet unnatural fears were oozing out of the smoke.
'Just paranoia' they said
Like it was normal
I guess it is normal, when you're high
Everyone knows this
Even the doubters
It's not rocket science
They all know this
Loving the haze, touching the craze
But staying within range
Of sanity, sobriety, normality, reality
Me, I left the porch
'It's good for you, no problems'
Is how they helped
So it was left to me to sort this shit out
Me and the straight ones who had the backbone
to put their shoulder to the task
All my friends, well they were weak willed and lazy
and liked to giggle
And it was a threat
A threat to admit
You could smoke yourself off the edge
Denial, I call it. Plain and simple
Good for you, good for you
Until the hazy blinkered tunnel drops into a pit
'No problems, good for you'
That's what they will say,
Your friends
And that's when you realise
You are on your own.
I pity them really
Because they are so hazed they couldn't even feel it
Never gonna touch it
Never want to face it.
The ones that did, we're off it
And roam around pacing outside the wall
Just waiting for the next one to fall off.
And guess who's gonna be there to pick them up
Dust them off?
Not you guys. You didn't give a shit
Didn't give me even an inch of help
I hope you fucking choke on it.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
what's my hit is yours
shit henry makes me think of harry.. tho i don't think he's anythin like harry
i know am to myself
feel it
say it
i am sorry
i fuck up constantly
is it because i am sorry
is it that i forgive my own-ness
are self’s apologies
to much repeated behavior
from knowing outcomes beforehand
so i’ll steer clear of wine
before it bites
when later tonight
a drunken sorry mess
what i’ll do is eat more pills
being sorry
i am so sorry
always addicted
always on
always
swimming or joints
going down laps
or glass pipes holding breath underwater or bubbling smoke on the...
so just eat more pharmaceuticals
ache with your bones
because i do not care
i am sorry
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
i know am to myself
feel it
say it
i am sorry
i fuck up constantly
is it because i am sorry
is it that i forgive my own-ness
are self apologies
to much repeated behavior
from knowing outcomes beforehand
and the collision
so i’ll steer clear of wine
before it bites later tonight
a drunken sorry mess
what i’ll do is eat more pills
being sorry
i am so sorry
always addicted
always on
always
swimming or joints
going down laps
or glass pipes holding breath underwater or bubbling smoke on the
so just eat more pharmaceuticals
and ache with your bones
because i do not care
i am sorry
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
We love you man
Send my credentials to the house of detention
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
this makes me sad. i know what you mean.
hang in there sir chad.
together,.. we'll rise.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
very
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Hang in there Chad, take it one day at a time....
and lots of patience.
you gotta start doin a bit of cinnamon in your coffee man...you must... after all the pills drugs and wine, gettin up and just smellin the coffee and the cinnamon in it... and tasting it... while lookin outside ...with the song playin... helps... i think...
after a bit... I kill the waffles and coffee.... in your case i believe it'll be the eggs ... kill that shit chad...in a good way i mean
here's to better moments : )
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Celebrate away. The only rule in here is eloquence!
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Shit
Or at least aspiring towards it!
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aint no one in here tryin to get clean pendejo... that shit's overrated...gettin dirty ... that's the way to go
Friday Night Delight
Train Warrior
Start with some Rum
Add a Beer for Fun
Magical Mix
Count Down Begins
Four more Hours
sigh
I can do that.
Pretty good! Everybody has to make the leap into poetry sometime - but you only have to do it once!
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this train's a killer... and I'm a pansy
Well done for taking the plunge. Writing poetry in whatever format can be good for the heart, head and soul I think - you didn't sound illiterate!!
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