Just another one of those times
Can\'t sleep
Far from awake
Alert, however, as always
I need to stop fucking up so blatantly
I\'m in this reckless limbo
Can\'t even hook up with anyone who is not a sex-crazed tweaker bimbo
This is just not at all correct
Nope, not even a little bit
Every move that I attempt to make is dissected, throwing me into a fit of rage that ends up being taken out on everyone else but me
I tend to usually claim that I see everything but I know inside just how absurd the truth in that would actually be
That could only be a task that God could foresee
I see the things that I need to see and then some
I could swear that I have been wrong, at least a time or two
But, yeah, usually I am shown clearly what I need to do
I am seeing it all exactly as I am seeing it
I have journeyed through that ole looking glass just like Alice and I am still unsure why the bitch was so Hell bent to return home
Even the sound of the word seems somewhat dismal- h o m e
Ok, I guess it can also sound soothing sometimes
I suppose that it all depends upon what angle you position yourself along the vastness of the grid
I\'m still that same kid I have always been
Behaving like a rambunctious, naive, spoiled child
Running along on all fours with all of the wolves that govern the wild
Howling up at the full temptress that is the Moon
Soon, it will all be over..
Leaving me blood-soaked, gnawing on an upper leg bone
My kindred have tried to disown me
They have failed in every attempt
Filing \"exempt\" on my tax forms this year
I can hear them all applauding now
How it is that I am even still alive and breathing is a wonder all on its own
Stepped down from an empty throne at the moment of my birth
You cannot put monetary worth upon a Light Warrior\'s ancient soul
That goal was met years and years ago by most of us
Having such an honorable position is in itself a sacred vow
Breeding ghost activity all around the cranium that holds so dear to it the brain
Insanity means nothing
It is just a piss-poor excuse to attach chains to an invalids ankles so that they will be forced to drag them along behind their asses forever
Slowing them down so that they cannot surpass a certain level of mental latitude which must range somewhere lower than where their little white cloud of lies floats along aimlessly
Shamelessly
Brutality does not know how it is supposed to learn how to care because it never was given an inkling to want to learn
It only gives them some imaginary sort of merit to stand, arms crossed, watching all of the witches burning upon their stakes
Man-made earthquakes breeding tidal waves, reaching out to slap the Rio Grande River with the Great Salt Lake
She just had to trust that fucking snake way back when in story number one
The fun was just then starting
Soon thereafter came the parting of the Red Sea
This place can certainly be a crazy one at times
Crimes are committed just because they had to call them crimes
Times are changing like they always have been and always will
Just wait until you all see what the next plane has for you in store
With no reason ever to have to live in what has already happened before
The door to it all has been unlocked for quite some time now....
11/26/2012