ST155 ... lost in the middle...
watch what you do, watch what you say.
He had it all……. so many ways
the pure pleasure of her touch
that undying stretch over his heart
he was given so much so many times
he lost it all
threw it all away
’here i am, aging
no home, few belongings
almost free
no mortgage, no furniture
no garden, no broken responsibilities
i don't know who i am, where i am going
what am i going to be’
it’s an open road
he can almost see the great waters
there, over the horizon
waiting, the great swim
the great leaving
the great end beginning
it has been like nothing other
this trail of rewards and defeats
’i am whole, broken and clear’
he feels that strange love, near.
we are on the brink of horrible war. we have been here before. many will die, many have suffered. what is one to do from here in our padded homes. padded with media everywhere, updates, down-takes. solutions screaming across the heads of protestors, bully orders wavering behind walls of big deceit. articulated language exposing that to this, one side against another, conclusions drowning in the feces of relief.
We are kissing the winds with happy thoughts, lest we get depressed. Drugs await our every move, sugar, fentanyl, alcohol, weed - supplements….. We are in the know, we are on the move, we are feeling bad for the distorted views… screening on the walls of indoctrination. We are the perfect specie. We will survive, we must, we were made in the likeness of god. We know so much, reason has been gifted to our brains, our minds are full of truth, love, beauty, our hearts are perfect vessels to relate to the mystery and relocate.
Oh yea, the drum is full of water, the past is just an alibi, three riders are killing the horse, the whole system is rigged by impostors.
Mrs. Mr is devising the medicine for the gang. The break down is shattering the regime. It won't be long before the people revolt, with guns and knives, hammers and shovels - bows and arrows.
They stole the rainbows straight from the road
wow, they even got the saviors to do what they're told
the whole damned world has gone astray
watch what you do, watch what you say.
The sun is coming up over the hill
from this view against this window sill
thought entangled lingering outback
one last trail to attack.
. . . . . he and i and you
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