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A fresh start...

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posted on Feb, 9 2010 @ 05:39 PM
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

No Rules huh?

That city of ideas
that Dylan once had
in mind, has faded,
like LA, from car
exhaust and from
the filthiness of
those that call

"don't call us,
we'll call you"
that fatassed
receptionist said.
She thinks I'm a
phony fairy jew,
communist spy for
Satan. A depraved
malcontent from the
Whiskey Lobby.

Yeah, and you...
in your inner office,
swapping stories with
soul salesmen, while I
sit out here
getting old.

I'll try to be pure
in my functional
insanity and die
the American dream,
of lies, self-parody,
bad sex, junk art,
and twisted dreams.

posted on Feb, 9 2010 @ 10:02 PM
We went to Jillian's
For a company function
An excuse to get cocked
A good place to get cocked
I had no desire to drink
When I saw the messy morons
I was once a messy moron
That was a long time ago
I understand for now
That that is the past
That that doesn't fit my life today

If my wife dies before me
I will kill myself with booze or some other way

But not today...

posted on Feb, 10 2010 @ 02:21 AM
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

but not today,
maybe tomorrow..
or in a year or two
stumbling in my mind
like a sad and lonely fool..

Just give it up I say..
Living my life
your way...
If I don't drown in
booze today..
I'll still walk around
Head hanging in shame.

posted on Feb, 13 2010 @ 07:50 AM
If I had a hammer
I'd get hammered in the morning
I'd get hammered in the evening
All over this land

I'd get hammered for murder
I'd get hammered for cruelty
I'd get hammered for the hate between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

posted on Feb, 23 2010 @ 05:57 PM
If I had Godly scissors
I would cut away at the scum and the filth
And everyone that caused it to be

But then I'd be playing God
Why doesn't He do it Himself ?
Human beings come in all kinds and all minds

God made us human
Most of us are not very good at it at all
He made it this way for a reason

We have free will
Therefore we can create
God made us human...we did the rest

posted on Feb, 23 2010 @ 06:49 PM
I fail at being human
But so do the rest of you
That's the point of being human...
Don't let it get the best of you

It's not that great, it's really not awful
It is what it is

You deal with it, you take it in stride
Don't go nuts and die over foolish pride
For 'tis the land where fools with pride commit a foolish homocide
I try to thrive and not survive but inevitably we all die
Again, that's the point of being human, there is no life without death,
and would you value either if the other didn't exist?

I think not but I don't know.

I don't know a damn thing, I just have alot of thoughts.

those are my thoughts, wrong or right, I don't know.

That's the point of being human.

If you knew you were right or wrong would there even be a point to having thoughts?

Sometimes we have thoughts we wouldn't dream of exposing, but they will eventually expose themselves regardless.

Such is the illusion of secrecy, everything will once be cast upon the light.

We can hide nothing, we are not powerful, we are strong amongst each other but outside of that we are weak and powerless. We couldn't stop a flood, we can only prolong the inevitable. We can't control nature, we can only adjust around it and adapt as any other animal species would. We can't control the weather, we can only spray the sky and hope we get what we want.

We are powerless, we are useless.

Such is the point of being human.

posted on Feb, 24 2010 @ 06:19 PM
God made us human
We decided what to do with it
Some poeple are just mentally ill
The body sick...the brain housing a sick mind
If God made us so we couldn't get sick
Then we wouldn't be human

A person can have a sick mind
And yet have a good soul
I don't believe in sick souls anyway
Some just occupy sick hosts until death brings freedom

Martin Luther King Jr. understood freedom
He knew his would come from the trigger of a gun
The Promised Land cannot be ruined by humans
The Earth is being ruined by humans
God bless us all...

posted on Feb, 24 2010 @ 07:33 PM
In the heart of darkness, where things aren't what they seem..
Have the audacity to dream a dream
A wonderful dream of things to come
Of miles of moon and aisles of sun
And so the king shall have it done
For he's the king of all and none

posted on Feb, 25 2010 @ 06:15 PM
He came into a meeting years ago
I was maybe 2 years sober
He was yellow...jaundiced
He was almost dead
And he was scared
He didn't want to stop drinking
And he didn't want to die
But he chose the booze
It's that powerful

About a month later his wife and daughter came to the meeting
To let us know he died

I will never forget the yellow man
I hope I never forget the yellow man...

posted on Feb, 25 2010 @ 06:32 PM
Not black
Not White
Not in between
Not somewhere in the middle
Not both
Not mulatto
Not biracial
Not multi-racial
Not full breed
Not half breed

All of the above.

posted on Feb, 25 2010 @ 06:36 PM
You'd better get out of here, you're going to get into trouble.
This is not the place for you
This is not the place for your ideas
You are not welcome here
You are not a civilian represented in this alliance
You are not socially acceptable
You must either conform or conform to not conforming
You must not be here until you are labeled
You are doing nothing here but creating chaos
You have no right to be here
I represent supreme authority

Goodbye, your line is now being transferred.

posted on Feb, 26 2010 @ 06:19 PM
I remember another meeting
Where an ex-girlfriend was standing outside
About seven months pregnant and smoking a cigarette
Some think it's just about the drinking
It's also about getting your head on straight
So you can turn your life around
So you can smarten up
I said something about it to her
She said it was no big deal
She smoked when she was pregnant with Kevin, her first
She should make amends
Apologize to Kevin for smoking while she was carrying him
Instead she just does it again
Guilt is a good excuse to drink by the way

Booze sucks!

[edit on 26-2-2010 by The Motorcycle Boy]

posted on Mar, 1 2010 @ 05:30 PM
I remember all kinds of stories
The guy who left the house to pick up a turkey for Thanksgiving
And came home like 6 hours later with just a box of Christmas lights
Turns out he bought the turkey around 11:00 in the morning
Then hit his favorite watering hole
Proceeded to drink for 6 hours or so
Then got in the wrong car and somehow dropped the turkey
And then picked up what he thought was the turkey
Back in his car he headed home with the turkey
He thought...
He got home and his wife said, "Where's the turkey?"
He grabbed the Christmas lights and said, "Right here!"
Only then did he realize he had Christmas lights
His wife went to the bar to trade the lights back for the turkey

Funny and pathetic at the same time...

[edit on 2-3-2010 by The Motorcycle Boy]

posted on Mar, 3 2010 @ 07:49 PM
Drifting in and out
One day white and the next day black
One night sleep and the next night panic
Panic in the streets and between the sheets

Mocking bird singing in the middle of the day
Take your broken wings and learn to walk
All your life we were only waiting
For you to shut up

Back and forth
Sweaty one minute and dry the next
Sweating like a con man writing a check
Going to pass out or black out or check out

All your life you were only waiting for this moment
To be free jailbird fly into the light of a new day
Stare into the face of the universe
Be with Him

[edit on 3-3-2010 by The Motorcycle Boy]

posted on Mar, 4 2010 @ 05:36 PM
Where's my turkey pot pie ?
What do you get in your house
When oil drips in the driveway ?
You get a beating at mine

Where's the remote control ?
My hate is here you see
Nothing remote about it
I thought I felt you doubt it

Don't make me do something
I wouldn't make me angry
Don't talk...get me that pie
Maybe I won't black that eye


[edit on 4-3-2010 by The Motorcycle Boy]

posted on Mar, 5 2010 @ 06:37 PM
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

Don't make me do
something because
I never saw any
point to life.
I suffered all the time
but now that
I'm happy
or bored
for whole days
without pain.
I regret my past.
Oh, I could do
nothing else.

posted on Mar, 8 2010 @ 11:48 PM
to see
the moon
at three
look for
for three
so slept
at three
on a
of rude

posted on Mar, 9 2010 @ 12:18 AM
A host of sorts is shameful
for ignorance
of thoughts and mindlessness
now coming full circle
confronting illusion with delusion
forever bent on hell
now received
blatantly forging new territory
through tall grass
with no scythe
resentment binding, grinding at hope
sand becomes us

posted on Mar, 12 2010 @ 01:30 PM
all loss
blackest sound
waits on then
then wanders
into falling

sighs lie
in shadow
the music
of small

bitter flight
from pore
or seam
quit selves

our own

posted on Mar, 12 2010 @ 01:57 PM
reply to post by Spiramirabilis

Making the music
I hear the applause
of thieves, skilled
Seeking to kill with
the purist's hatred of
the strange, and the need
to feed
on wire and wood.

At forty my faith
ran out but I took up
the spiritual hobbies
of God, cheap whiskey,
money, threapy and
stolen moments.

I don't care
about that anymore.
I see spring on
the Horizion and
Love on the carpet,
with an angel.

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