Lord knows it is really cool,
to b e l fool lost,
the flying from the mountain tops,
to scream in the streets.
Of where nightmares and ambitions meet.

Then there is a mucky slide,
a friendly course for the dirt,
to swirl, have a go,
let it go, but damn.
that philosophy,
because it justify doing nothing.
or something, all too often.

The best of it,
is the the worst of it,
the what it takes,
the nearly killing you,
part of it,
is where the worth is,
the value of working things out.

Rubble of people at the mountain side,
past t.v.'s and dog houses.
last reminiscences of a micky mouse,
before his face is morphed,
to the architecture of the family living
room. Where all is watched,
n clandestine white,
why prayers quiet the yells.

And dons the best the hat can offer,
the man escapes one offer after
another. Goes by more wreckages,
and jumps in his jeep to keep,
the mud of his feet,
and not cement him in misery,
busier than a trickster of pumkin piper.

The unkown are supposed to help the settled,
not explained by the absecen,
of a hero is no good reason,
to hide under self made rubbish,
cubbish tendencies erased,
misplaced to infinty, and a step beyond,
on, hold, mud slides gone by.

Gold, God, glory, not to be had,
yet, pursued, the standard,
just isn't in the world today,
in which is lived anyone,
save sages and soothsayers,
proclaiming doom, and not wanting to
apply to bloom to Party's views.
so just say bye already!


Witch crafted apparatus,
the dramatist of a new world view,
called, Believe it or go,
there is the door,
So I left the Church of Being Sorry,
of scarry door nails and bells ringing,
warning!!! for longs hours boring,
Nothing needs contained like that.

Never to again go,
to the point of needing a never statement
to use one day, and not the
Next. Best thing to eat,
and indigestion plagues,
all the better saids,
of doing better next time.

Sometimes, dark and cold,
is the way,
I am not an I
in my dreams,
so seemingly, gold colored heart,
shouldn't be locked away,
But i think I could spoil it.

Limits, of self-imposed,
impossible lifestyles, of misguided,
helpless feelings,
thwart any potential, withdrawal of petals,
to settle on the bottom of a still pond,
die, drawn in involvement,
disolvement, gift of killing fluid, I drink.

And hopefully, I am past,
puking in the sink out of spunk,
damn, I was a punk,
BUT hell, he had it coming,
only now it is me alone,
or everybody,
which expands back to become me alone again

Sin, breakneck waste, of not living,
and not of god,
or some wise saying
a philosophical draw,
of the shortest straw,
the least effort,
to suck the fun out of life.
such is a waiting divorce.

Time gone, a week of nutrient dense thoughts,
but damn stupid stomach fillings,
leave green bil, in overproduction stints,
ending with a recession,
until the veggies enter again,
and then, cold cuts,
are still out, but not pead gout.

So no, goad to receive, but the
next time, I won't have to say next time
I hope.
And don't pray,
because that has never gotten me,
laid by any grace or excitement,
about life and what I had to do.

Company in life,
makes it set aright,
night boo, and turn out the lights,
he doesn't love me,
she doesn't care,
But I don't want her to,
want anything but her not to.

tricky reverse psychology,
****s with my mind too much,
So I just ignore anything that is
borderline a disorder,
which is half the women
in this country,
hiding antidepressants in their purses.

Damn curses, I wish I could,
make the place you stay,
rain sweet flowers,
but I have to make it realize,
it stinks bad,
so that it wants to flower,
and scent nice.

So I don't care about vice,
the do-good philosophy is bunked,
because it deprives, suppresses,
a full on engagement
of energies, a oneness,
not with life,
but whatever ******** is thrown your way.

Sometimes it is nicely dressed,
but that should excite ditress,
because, not because,
but just, that I think,
I don't know,
and to cover it any other way,
is snow on my eternal summer.

Make sense in the school days,
grow up a slob, snob,
bike riding wisdom inherited?
not a chance,
a fat slice of cake,
of life,
is a better educator that the majority given to the human race.

Smell sweet before I go.
Before you welt,
and all my care melts.
Which could happen,
If I sign off here.
But I gotta go,
sincerely nowhere....