Scrambling for the next gigs
trucking toward a new place
boogying at things unknown
This is my life every moment
compelled by speed and light
a truth lying here now within
Poems
You put the dips in dipsticks
you're what's stuck in the oil
thinking of you reminds me,
of pinpricked pusses in boils
You're not going to make it right are you
you're stuck like a mouse in a sticky trap
your worthless ego took the stinking bait
leading you in hurried scurry to oblivious
Dead like those open-eyed, still life mice
sad as the tears of self-pity and remorse
unable to break free, stillborn to mercies
no forgiveness gone away without asking
Albus,
Lolly said something earlier about
most of us being ultimately imperfect,
but even if we make mistakes,
done terrible things,
we can try to make things right,
and that's what matters.
Try.
Say you're sorry, get on your knees
come from a place of pure humility
You'll feel better in a brighter world
where unconditional love flourishes
Man, it's so darn easy to be kind
just too damn hard to be mean,
yet your cruelty used against us
becomes the worst it's ever been
Her shining truth hath slayed you,
your twistedness here spotlighted
The one truly alone is quite evident
who's the happiest man now? I am!
Take my criticism like a man
throw yours right back at me
just please no deletions dude
I've some worthy writing here
and I desire to keep on with it
Don't take your balls and run
not one now needs cowardice
ne'er tails between our legs sir
songs of one another are mute
let us face the musical head on
He's vicious, like a rabid dog
attacks without provocation
going straight for the jugular
Bites even his closest family
rips and tears their emotions
crazy with self-righteousness
Oh I'm a cuckoo bird, yes I'm a nut off the block
and you'll know it's true when you hear me talk
My prattlings on are like delusions of grandeur
a vision of reality in a haze of pipe dreams blur
The emotional stability of mice beneath chairs
comes to minds as my drama's to much to bear
This wont ever heal, and a change shall never be
for we're stuck with all this until death set it free
I ran away because of fear, my doubts in high regards
you asked my why I didn't know, how intellect retards
We went to sunset, 22, sat upon a Mission Beach wall
I couldn't relax, I went away, you were quite appalled
Mitch knows my truth; he sees a blindness inside me
all development sunken long ago, lost in stormy seas
When I'm dead I won't be looking down upon anyone
and I certainly won't be watching from some heaven
because the atoms, molecules, and cells making up
my sight sense organs will be destroyed, they won't
function anymore, so I won't be able to see anything
and if I'm dying of cancer I'm not going to beat it, no,
I'm going to join it, and ride life's amazing death wave
for long as my soon to be un-surfable materials allow
