tossed and turned

jamitjamit Posts: 49
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
low and tired
tossed and turned
spins this chizzle
kneels next to his father's toom

high and wired
ignored and weak
walks towards anticipation
hangs his moon on a twittering ledge

beginning the control
starting to grasp
but losing his grip
wisps and knots his rope

one smooth motion
like a whale at sea
finds his demise
fucks his destiny

destroying all hope
dwindling like the skys
flying towards jupiter
freeing his mind

learns and forgets
forgets and learns
like a converse not a shoe
winds and twists back up again

likes the taste
loves the burning
thrives on sensation
tossed and turning

the pillow of sufication
crys on his montain top
hides the secrets
revealing what has shattered

society plucks and wires
twists and destroys
me a fire
you a small branch

oh boy, another child
mega bass exploding
feeding his escape
starving his reality

possible he's not coming back
possible he's not coming back
oh no, never
oh no, fuckit

Rolls and waves
tossed and turned
flutters by
dying butterfly

OH no, another child
finds her wake
exploding into temptation
devolping what she never believed

possible she's not coming back
possible she's not coming back
oh no,... never
oh no,... fuckit

a dream, not reality
throw it away
bring back the sanity
tossed and turned

staring, but no longer awake
the eyes seem long and narrow
a hallway without doors
digging to get out

the shovel i burried
uncovered by the storm
cleaned by the tears
of those that adorn

a piece of paper
crumpled and torn
treated like a pest
shouldn't have been born?

planned destruction
thought and perfected
no one will stop it
no one will ever LEARN!!

a gun, made by man
a child, made by god
a finger, evolved overtime
pulls the trigger killing mine
YOU ARE..FAITHFULL, but no TREMOR CHRIST, and there's a DEAD MAN..GIVEN TO FLY

"I feel the same way about disco as I do herpes" -Hunter S. Thompson
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