Coming down that mountain
Coming down that high
Looking at the doom clouds in the sky,
They look like ufo’s flying by…
Come walk with me,
Come walk with me through the slum,
Just another fun, fun, day
Talking to all the bums.
Listening to the funy thing they say.
I am on my way,
Going to get paid on Friday,
Going to meet the men in the sky.
I’ll be climbing that mountain,
Chasing that high,
Looking for ufo’s flying by…
Take me way far away
To another world where I may stay
Awhile and conume your guile,
Consume your smile.
Conume, consume, conume
out of what little mind I have left.
with what little time I have left.
This is no life;
one day to the next.
I wan to live.
I want to feel;
feel something real.
No more people placebos,
No more of everyone I know.
I’m tired of assumptions,
tired of the masses making asses of themselves.
Too tired to listen to anyone
Who doesn’t already see me for who I am.
I couldn’t care less.
I really don’t give a damn.
So go ahead and curse me!
Go ahead and finally be dead… to me.
The end of yourself
is the beginning of understanding.
Under stand :
It is not hard to see you;
when your world is so small.
One day it wont be like this.
There will be no more men in the walls.
I’ll be free to be myself;
actually learn who that is!
What is the point little eye?
Beep beep! life support go.
All that I have failed in the first attempt!
There will be success one day.
Today is just not that day.
I got to remember – no one taught me normal.
Guess I like learning the hard way.
At least – in the end – I will have my story.
I will share my journey – maybe Ill save someone
I liked the subtle silence
that preludes the conversation to come
Mind’s over tired.
Driving through the city.
I sneak glimpses
of her smile
that drop tow lines,
into my soul.
If this the death of me,
let it come.
Come wittiness me die.
All who wish to see;
You shall see me fall,
and burn .
Your justice served!
Your mind at ease.
He’s just another mans ashes
scattered to the breeze.
Nothing no more;
and yet nothing no less.
nothing expected from nothing-ness
nothing more no – yet nothing no less.
For you think I’m a mortal man just made of flesh;
lost and spiritless.
Yes. I am a man, made of flesh
a man of mortal sin!
I have died a thousand deaths!
I’ve been reborn a thousand times!
And I will die yet again!
and once again I will rise!
And once again be reborn!
Better than you ever Knew me…
To say it simple;
You don’t know me.
You’ve never known me;
And as a phoenix rises from the ashes
I will do you one better!
And rise like an eagle;
floating on the breath of God;
beneath my wings.
To your demise you will realize
I am last;
Flesh-less and spirit filled;
unbound by flesh – by my words I stand!
I am timeless.
I’d normally not do this.
I’d normally shrug this off.
I’d think little of it.
I honestly tried to tell myself
there is nothing here for me.
Yet I here I am,
wondering if I’ve made a friend,
or an acquaintance – just passing by.
To say the least,
you revived me.
To say what I wanted to say originally,
you unknowingly pulled me from myself
with your originality;
So please always be that overzealous happy – go lucky –
’cause the world does not have enough of it.
Those who say otherwise can go fuck themselves
for even trying to hint –
to cause doubt –
in you –
to ever think
you’re too much.
You are amiable.
I like you;
Just the way you are.
Rambling gibberish to humming wishes,
A symphony of frogs prepare a vile dish.
Hell paints it’s self-pink with girlie glitter,
To torture a quitter who believed he was fitter.
Fairy tales are pure evil and breed badness.
For evil is innocence and ignorance, making madness.
Slow cooked, honey-ginger ribs make a lovely meal.
Since when does smacking on bone and flesh not appeal?
Humming wishes to rambling gibberish,
A vile dish presents a symphony of frogs