Intentional randomness
like
shuffling
intentionally causing random order
that's some loopy shit
loopy like
my mother set clocks ten minutes ahead
well
she used to before she lost her mind
i wonder if being early
all the goddamn time
drove her crazy
You never know me 'cause I won't let you in
That's all I am is on the surface
Always concealing what is lying within
Ain't feelin' guilt when there's no purpose
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
Obvious truths are for the dumb and the weak
Go on pretending in your fake world
Bring your insanity but don't ever speak
Your fucking life is like a circus
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
It's your fate today
You're weaving sorrow
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
It's your fate today
You're weaving sorrow - LACHMAN, PATRICK/HALFORD, ROB/BAXTER, JOHN http://youtu.be/9shGGStdELk
hanging, myself and you dragging me coming where you are gnawing while that sits on your shelf cornered, within inches high stocking as you would carve me, carve me heave it in the river oceans not to be as novel as you are your best, in your best friend's skin silk disposing
my poetry has been on hold
seems connections aren't fulfilled
it is kinda like being lost & found all at once
but being blind, deaf, and extremely hyperactive all at once
while my legs each weigh as if ships anchors
and my arms
my arms hot air balloons lifting with the moon
basically renting my life
fading away
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Hand-out, no.
uh
WOW
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
like
shuffling
intentionally causing random order
that's some loopy shit
loopy like
my mother set clocks ten minutes ahead
well
she used to before she lost her mind
i wonder if being early
all the goddamn time
drove her crazy
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
is my instant thought
You never know me 'cause I won't let you in
That's all I am is on the surface
Always concealing what is lying within
Ain't feelin' guilt when there's no purpose
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
Obvious truths are for the dumb and the weak
Go on pretending in your fake world
Bring your insanity but don't ever speak
Your fucking life is like a circus
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
It's your fate today
You're weaving sorrow
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
It's your fate today
You're weaving sorrow - LACHMAN, PATRICK/HALFORD, ROB/BAXTER, JOHN
http://youtu.be/9shGGStdELk
i want the live version
"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
lived to 86
and yesterday
I was half her age
yes, yestserday
I was half her age
Hope it was a sweet for you.
well
happy fucking birthday girl
the day after i turned 45 i told my dad, i'm closer to 50 than 40 now
he informed me i was closer to 50 than 40 the day after i turned 40
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
I hope you had a happy birthday.
"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'm fuckin' it up
I'm fuckin' it up
I'm fuckin' it up.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
then step back and breathe.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I try, but then there seems to be no air.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Happy.
around and within
twice blessed
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
the sobbing that echoes in the cavern that was my heart
I am so lost
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I wish you comfort love streanth and understanding my friend.
Jeff.
seems connections aren't fulfilled
it is kinda like being lost & found all at once
but being blind, deaf, and extremely hyperactive all at once
while my legs each weigh as if ships anchors
and my arms
my arms hot air balloons lifting with the moon
basically renting my life
fading away
"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
(know how that term came to be? "around the bend"?)
somedays I just throw it away!