Friday, July 11, 2014
Yeah, life's a beach, the ocean of thought, approaching a drop with tear drops are only magnified by the boats, while they watch my inner emotions unlock..
A trickling daze of misery sank with whim as he sinks in a page...
the smell of whiskey, liquor enraged, thinking he'd been drinking for days..
Yeah, life's a beach, the ocean of thought, approaching a drop
with tear drops are only magnified by the boats, while they watch my inner emotions unlock..
No grain to be against, when I expose the reefs of life, n' see the fence.
The candid camera perspective, seeing the freedom, locked into meaning, less..
To the point you can't see the lens, to the point drifts into bliss
imagination, and we pretend... scared to follow the truth
But all of it's proof.... From the Garden of Eden, to the particle leaving
Adam's racing heart as it's beating hard, acknowledging the fruit of desire..
We've since fed the musical ire, to its attire
created businesses, and incubated the room to require the movement, those were doomed to aspire..
Yeah... my own game, it's unknown flames
blown from broken propane tanks like Hank Hill, tho.
F'real though... the essence of matter, pressed into messages gathered
from woven sentences, shatter the fallacy of what psychoanalysts have studied for ages..
Period points, pussy bloodying pages.
But he's frowned upon, because of his face... different ethnicity. It's a tradition, we..
Moved from Pangaea. Spawned Europe.
Been a benefactor for killing ourselves since year one.
Became of product of man, the man's product is the Prodigal ban..
The lavish desecration of God and his plan, brought the comets to land...
Washed out with a flood... An arc on the tail of the sea, you see em', down in the mud..
Bruised by consequence and defeat, much too proud to look up..