at first it not such a bad thing
but im running out of things to do
theres only so much that can be done with little or no funds
and there is that constant looming worry of how to pay your bills
dont get me wrong
i love not having anthing to do
but i think ill have to look for work

there are these attachments to comfort

that we all have

these self indulging influences

are the hands that hold back progression

for the public there is no gain

only if there need be an admitance to weakness

but if there is only one stran of honesty left in anyone

we should all be willing and able to point out what is there  

 

it that feeling that you get when you've slept but can't keep your ass off every low surface maybe its some mental block confusion for the sake of confusion. streamline ideas blocked by standard needs /food shit shower sex .or self maid hand jobs in strange places .//// its not that there is such a big need for sexual tenderness .// but it is nice to feel and be felt.///////////////////////////////////////really we can do without alot of what we have .....but while im close the smallest amount of movement can make me stand up,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.the thing that we where trying to say is that some need food some studder without sleep,]some can jump and create great peices .others are pounding out the same shit they ate years ago and maybe i am to .maybe there is no point in our lazy times it could just be an edge .we have no will ....................................................................you'll still choke yourself after hours of talk and convincing of how bad it is for you ...............................................fingers end up the same .......forget it..................there is no movement left to start we're all pushed to far and tied in to the cash ...........forget your rights we're all being payed off

my head is cloudy and unsure

ive run out of meds

not mind benders

it for my glans

you wouldnt think that they could effect the mind

but i cant stay awake eather

its not the drinking but that has to go

hitting hard for 11 years

smoking in all ways is just old

makes me look old quick

tired and cranky

more than that kind of pissed

but very soon ill have to change it all up

but you 'll probly see me with drink in hand

how many times have i we any of us said the same things right

or thought about for a while

thinking is good enough

at the least im aware of my faults

thats a good  self observation

good morning and i hope you're happy

is the world still slapping you

do you still choke on the past or have you found some way to live with it

its good to be breathing

its good to wake up and look over at you

we reserve the right to retane peace and longstanding love in our lives

we sing though everything is still spinning

 

 

 

so now im sure that we are caught
not that we werent before
im held tight
for good reason
theres no one raising there voice
do we see it all to clear
and do we choose what is best
or willing to make work
id bust my nuckles for this
and hope we can shine

if you could pay me for this i'd be much happier

but try to define joy and i think you'll find yourself in a drift

not just an ordinary pile

but a mass to big for reasoning

these large forms have been set up all around us

harder to see them with age

could be that it's just getting easyer to ignore

my attention has degressed to about 2.8 seconds

and you have gone far past that

so remember , im not really feeling up to it

so stop with the banter and leave me in the dark

wake up

is this my own voice i hear

i think we're all tired of seeing each other sliping the way we have for years

or maybe your'e  fine with this feeling

i can only twist my arm so much

snap

another bone just some tool for attention

what do i know i can barely spell

the last time you caught yourself in this rope you hung for days

thats not enough there's something still whispering

i hear nothing only sounds of steel

metal

its clanging

without ring

no tones to discribe

no real pitch

forget that i brought this up

it only makes me remember

and if you aproach it im sure you'll have no tact

it's funny that i can stare and be blank

im looking at you

you move with such grace

and you crumble like every strong tower

there is no room for reason

we left these feelings and ideas of greatness in the laps of thoughs still in threads

well i don't know if you can stich well enough to put it together

theres always tape

a quick fix for the oldest wound

some things don't go away

we just try to forget

i know that someday we will stumble into progress

all these years and i still remember your lifeless face

and i still miss  the harmony  you sang

 

we cant forget what we've come out of

but we must remember that we choose how it shapes us

there are no mistakes , only stools for a better veiw

be aware of your stance if in loose footing

some places seem solid

but its only because we havent dug in

its funny the things we find when not looking

now we can only stare

but if at any time ive found that you are without

and if there is something there

i hope that you will at least give me a smile

and rest