Limbo

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