In Knowing Whats Best

A Tree Without It’s Leaves

They contaminate the pond, but there I skipped stones. The stream dead hault it used to flow east. And I stand on the south here grazing the north, homemade boats far long to float. Wet paper mâché when loose leaf soaked. Poison in the water drank by the sons & daughters, till organs are but slaughtered, can you define the order? But what a sight to see, the wind blowing but a breeze, getting caught between the trees and inhaled by only me, taste the salt but there’s no sea, just a hive with no bees, and a pond with floating leaves, just dead fish,unfinished deeds, a song without its leads, a tree without its leaves, a boy lay on his knees, a man chasing his dreams, the world and what but seems, sprout a plant with no seeds, wove the way with no weaves, a pond infected but it still breathes, flow along though I still bleed. Comfort being my antidote, remove the cross but keep the oath, a fire burning in my soul, climb out of this infested moat, in which once I sailed a boat, though collapsed it kept afloat, and opened to a dear note, and in reading for itself it spoke, oxidized but the grains and oats, solidified by the truth it spoke.

The kingdoms burned down and the family is scattered, depression leads to scripts, the blue pills keep you plastered. Almost forgot what really matters, I must of slid in a game of shoots & ladders. I just need deep sleep cause I’ve been up all night, the fog clouds my site, even blankets the night, flashbacks of a home burning brite, emergency land but I just took flight. Gimmie your hand, I can guide you thru night. I fend for myself cause I earn my stripes, so the fruit is ripe and it tastes just right.

I’ve never been one to fold or back down, & when things get tough I turn it around & create something beautiful. I’m finding the answers. I have a plan. Oh, I have a plan.

Warrant

Lay her on my chest so she can’t see my tears, words these breathless gasps she can hear my darkest fears, laid on my chest my shirt soaks her tears, my breathing sentences in her ears.

This system doesn’t work it’ll let you down to lay, then muzzle the words they neglect you to say, skies are blue,to colour blind there gray, notice in the mail I need to vacate a warrant from a ticket 2 years old do I deserve the Orange. Do I deserve a jumpsuit or another Fucking lawsuit, take my lump sums of loot, till I’m broke and in cahoots.

Depression really hurts makes me question my worth till the self disperts. Hold yourself together cause the pain is not forever, let the mind ensamble clever, don’t ever say never.

Congress Spreads The Cancer

The staxs of Grummans been spewing out smoke, till even pesticides can’t hesitate a choke, Sleeping dragons once again awoke, but reporters tounge twist already curved hoax, what’s really going on will you ever know? Just fog blanketing dusks breathless glow, seperate state lines leaves no where to go, now all I can hear is the wind and a crow, and spirits haunt but shadows of wherever we go, democracys a joke & I hope that you know, they try to dismiss our souls like our presidential votes, & the church is a lie with a Nazi for a pope, Obamas campaign disregarded the “hope”, the system failed us with a greed elopes, give the sheep to the wolves & the highest bidder sold,congress spreads the cancer so we won’t die old, process our dinner in cell spores of mold, tell me whose the criminal? Whose the wicked & cold, let’s see SOPA censor this truth being told, should I write this all in bold or give in and just fold, bought by material yet diamond’s fade to gold, & evaporate to coal, yeah you can’t buy a soul, but you can tax a toll, and tumble off a roll, & half mass at a pole, but my heart they never stole, and my brain was made to stroll, you’ll never stop me no, no you’ll never stop us no.

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Unexpose.

Please remind me what’s freedom cause it was sworn out of republic, democracy the fraud, majority rule justice, secrets unenposed like a junkie & a substance. Banks printing paper pocketing to a summit, federal reserve the ponzi they’ve been running, the middle class crash to the tax there plunging as the jobs bungee, & the line snaps in the middle of lunging,this has gotta stop, change is a must be something.

Get the Fuck up now, what are you doing? Lighting the fuse of what’s already brewing, closing the lung of the minds been spewing. Don’t let rock erode, to this cold ice age weather. But I’m not a stone, though I can’t feel pleasure, or my emotions, but its getting better, cause ill not back down no never, see I follow this route, just clever just harsh waters on a great endeavor, & sometimes no lie walk thru lucid terror. What have I shown, that I’m hurting my own, and there’s miles ahead from the miles I’ve flown, stop hurt to yourself, cause of pain that you own, its never gonna leave but to them grow prone, basements the foundation for a renovating home, like looseleaf for a word witty poem, & building a machine while paying off the loan. Blood bleeds under flesh, my skin is not stone, not stainless steel nor Chrome, I’m flesh blood muscle mind & bone. Not a jagged stone, or was was known, changed from then, from then I’ve grown, gotta vibe the motion & get back into zone, start building main level from a foundated home, No more retraction, turn the gears into action, no amnesia to a fraction, live as if it never happend, applaud corrects & fix what’s lacking, no side effects are keeping you lacking.only your could out yourself blacking. Pick youself up & just breath in life, & bring out whats behind my eyes. Earth waking up to days sunrise, night laid to rest to the other side, now wake up don’t curl to subside, or combust to the pressure that’s harshly applied, finding loopholes but yet still abide, look in a mirror cause no longer you hide, just a stained shirt just needs a little tide, just show yourself integrity & feed yourself pride.

Road that we Drew

oh I no the truth & no what to do I no the secrets kept to me from you, see irration when angry it loves to spew, thermometers peaking a 103 type flu, at moments you play me like I don’t have a clue, & moments I considered you listed us thru, cause I forgot my way on a road that we drew. So whered it all go did myself just come out clean, or was it what you said had half a means, & maybe I’m just blowin off steam, just calling the facts that’s not what they seem. Shades of yellow mixed blue & green.

Hallucinate a Heaven

To close my eyes & dream, perfection coming clean, nightmares blow off steam, awake to a means. I wanna see the earth in its raw like giving birth, her chest without a shirt, & her thighs without a skirt, & passions all that has worth. Dreams turning black to a days end, waking to the earth beginning again, nightmares coming out to a motionless corpse, till under the skin flamed to a torch, extinguished by the rain sitting on the porch 3rd degree burns and the pain is scorched. Nightmares wake me out dead sleeps, from the corner a demon peaks, and through the air a spirit speaks, rattles my bones till there misshaped & weak, a worm stuck between a crows fierce beak, nightmares a trip that has not reached a peak. Hallucinate a heaven slapped in the face with hell, & the spirit of the church starts to Que the bells, throwing more than pennies right down a wishing well, never heard a splash I wonder where they fell, & the brain starts to swell, but heaven is right here so don’t start to melt, the hand has been dealt, don’t second touch what was felt, your steps ahead of hell, though present doesn’t tell, still steps ahead of hell, though the temperature has fell, still years away from hell.

Gravitational Matter

Laughter after the mind gravitates matter, Asked her answer is love just plastered? I cant feel my face in 6 shots of liquor, seeing stars not much a wisher, but not the man who badly bickers, scouting checkmate like bobby fisher. I can’t feel my face shots of sobriety, stare at myself insist apology, brain feeling like just sod to me, & pray though there’s no god to me. Still hold for an answer mind probably. Probably not but what do you got, though its not a lot, I have those right here I tide with a knot, weather I no or not, suffocating the brain with blood clots, till mind drops the plot, but soul just trots. But coward I am not. That’s never what its been, that’s never who I’ve been, cause life took a breath unfolding to begin.

Time & Time again (venting)

The world is cold in bundled up clothes, time just grows but never gets old, souls mite loath but do not mold. Metaphorical speaking the heart just beating to the rhythm of the leading, away from those teething. Years ago we all started teething, & rocked to sleep after breast feeding, products of spermed egg seeding, the first meeting, the first greeting. Minds morphing into gems each different from them, created from when, & times & times again. The mind is a muscle unlike no other, like sex with your one & only lover, or the black & whites between you & your brother, though both from the same mother, but different spectrums similar hunger, wake from slumber, & chase a thunder, but set a summer, back bone by none but a drummer. Bolts fly before the rumble, stratosphere settle the mood becomes humble.

Fist Fire with a Friend.

Firing a fist, direct hits still miss, my head sinks to abyss, the words slur to a lisp. Throw a punch at a friend, bones don’t break but bend, thoughts can comprehend, so swing yet again. Turn me to an animal, feed a content mood some adderal, till fumes raise high its ladderal, recoil strikes collateral, the taste of blood, cannibal. I wear the blood but not my own, to fight not him but just a clone, to shut his eye & break a bone, Back down no, I hold my own. Though I tried my best to stop this, I slurred the words are you still concious? God gives the strength to the cold but honest, my back not turned, you astonished? Monster no, the hurt comes out, and hell comes north, from the flames of south, till he spits up blood right from his mouth, & my heart is turned inside out. Puking lungs from the screams I shout, pain turns into moraless doubt. Swolen hands I swear it must be fractured, but a heart still beats from this here bastard, yet god has a plan & it is master, just words from a soul at the moment he’s plastered, adreniline fuses till my pulse goes faster, voicing opinion till the throat grows rasper. Yet I am still here, I hope I made it clear, I am still near, I am not instilled with fear, though I’m streaming but a tear, & fog breaks out clear, stating I am here, & the mind dawns to clear.

Fist Fire with a Friend.

Firing a fist, direct hits still miss, my head sinks to abyss, the words slur to a lisp. Throw a punch at a friend, bones don’t break but bend, thoughts can comprehend, so swing yet again. Turn me to an animal, feed a content mood some adderal, till fumes raise high its ladderal, recoil strikes collateral, the taste of blood, cannibal. I wear the blood but not my own, to fight not him but just a clone, to shut his eye & break a bone, Back down no, I hold my own. Though I tried my best to stop this, I slurred the words are you still concious? God gives the strength to the cold but honest, my back not turned, you astonished? Monster no, the hurt comes out, and hell comes north, from the flames of south, till he spits up blood right from his mouth, & my heart is turned inside out. Puking lungs from the screams I shout, pain turns into moraless doubt. Swolen hands I swear it must be fractured, but a heart still beats from this here bastard, yet god has a plan & it is master, just words from a soul at the moment he’s plastered, adreniline fuses till my pulse goes faster, voicing opinion till the throat grows rasper. Yet I am still here, I hope I made it clear, I am still near, I am not instilled with fear, though I’m streaming but a tear, & fog breaks out clear, stating I am here, & the mind dawns to clear.

Scriptures

Words are ammo my throat is the weapon, verbal attacks under god against them. Yes don’t you know I’ve been coughing up lounges till more than words take off from tounge, A war that’s brewed since I was still young, and come with armies take on this one, cause I won’t stop until I’ve won. Stuck on couches no more, not bolted to a floor, hurricanes hail won’t keep me indoors, or from the shore, stuck out in an ocean floating on a board, remnants of a ship, tidal waves still hit, close an open cut with nothing but a stitch, song of sirens densly pitched, sharks stay baiting, but the bites just a pinch, enough to make me flinch, headed up north parallel to a finch, does it make you cringe, like falling in a binge, waking up to a fire so droplets can singe, warming up to a grin, & her wakin next to him, but him’s me drownin in gin, to chances bein slim, but motion is a lover waiting to begin, though being circled by a couple dorsal fins. Timelines scroll on, life is writing a dear scripture, did I paint a coloured picture unlike the story Giver, and watch the evil sliver, away from their dinner, holy poison deeps their liver, and a serpant withers thinner, demons then grow dimmer, now just drink from the river, negative shall hinder, in a race there’s no winner,