Elisa
My Portuguese singing goddess from Santa Fe
Belting out her thoughts that induced her lyricism into the face that houses my ears
About to go meet up with my attorney like clockwork
Only, this clock goes from twelve to twelve about once every year or so
I am stuck somewhere unknown, foreign
Just waiting around for all of the dust to clear
I took it way too far by abandoning my city
It was not because I was afraid, per say
It was more because everything around me was not one bit pretty
I was numb from my toes up to my head
Fed up with the senseless struggle against the part of nature that welcomes envy and malice
Everything had gone from perfect to beyond shitty in such a brief period of time that I was dumbfounded, to say the least
I couldn\'t even find a tabernacle that held within it an honest priest to which I could confess my many sins
When even the law is against your right to breathe, it doesn\'t really matter who loses or who wins
It is given too much power created by having a tad too much pride
Once you have stepped over the \"fill to\" line, your motor has already up and died
It leaves you to sit and wonder how you may be able to siphon out some of the excess residue that you have allowed to build up inside like the foolish faggots you all are
People tend to pause and backtrack their steps when they hear one talking mad shit about them- and that is because it is quite more than obvious what is going on in the real
Covering up
Closing down
Dancing in circles like circus clowns with Downs Syndrome
Attention seekers who get it rarely
Usually they are attempting to take the heart of the matter off of \'blast\" in any way that they can find
Lying along their lonely little unpaved roads
The cops were doing just about the same thing back then, almost two years ago
It is all even more surreal to me now
Including the possibility of having to wait even longer to be compensated correctly
Just to be able to carry on about my life without visions of rotting sugar plums doing the fucking mamba or cha-cha while making terrible banging noises in the forever part of my brain
Its like the Moon above my head has taken 24 months to wax, become full, and has not yet begun to wane
Another year of this may just put me over that thin red line
Finally, society, and its many moronic matrons will have the grounds to brand me \"insane\"
Folks, I got some news for you all- If I were insane, as you all long to make factual, every last one of you would be shredded and your body fragments would be scattered in so many directions, your entire identity would cease to exist!
Wow, I had better stop talking about that, because its turning me on
What a pretty place this would be if all of your chaotic dimness was over and gone
Why, I could even safely be a mere pawn again upon my repositioning on the board
No, forget that...I would just be taken quickly
Never spoken of
Ignored
This time around, I must become an object of royalty, which then, of course, I would be Queen
Mean-spirited
Money hungry
Self-centered
Raw
Perhaps I could be Quenda, The Good Queen of the North, or some shit..
That would be tight to travel around in a bubble
But, I would want the windows tinted on mine- not to mention, I would want more than one, so it must come in a variety of colors
I think that, basically, I have decided that it is now again the time to be all about me
Acknowledgement of all the others has always just taken me back right here to the jump, when I should be far passed the finish line
I only hope that before I take my next step that my opponents don\'t call out \"check-mate\" to send me sailing back into the sublime
There is no game
If they think that they have won something, I will just stuff all of the shit they have given me right back up into them
Take myself back from every fucking cracker jack I have ever had to know...
4/03/2013