In the end of the life cycle some people may hop in
Your grave to steal away your gold and your jewels.
Human nature is quite a beast really.
But they can never take a soul away
And a loved soul is a happy soul
And those experiences you had in this life are
All that count when you're ass is passing.
So get busy loving
What is centred at the real
Heart of the matter...
When the show meets
The hour of its reality
Things may go sour, or,
Perhaps you'll gain some power.
I used to fall for a good show.
The moment I realized how many hours spent
Wasted on a show full of costumes and make-up.
The less it was worth;
The mask that hides the beast.
I broke my wing
Working to tame the darkness of loss
To retrieve the lost flights.
But every dog has its day,
We're all beasts sometimes.
Roll the dice to see who's turn it is.
Stab the knife quickly between my fingers
But don't cut me or you're considered a loser.
Impossible situations are fed to the Wolves. When an angel is stuck on the side of the road. An angel shall never lose everything.
After the fall, they have two choices...
They may rise above the shiny stars
Opening their broken wings wide to heal,
Moving on to fly up and away to a brighter phase.
Should the Angel be unready to fly,
Her knight awaits beneath the tower.
He is there to take the Heroin Angel
To her next destination,
Beyond your wildest dreams.
Situations involving due diligence,
Often have her victoriously riding away
Off to a new residence.
A place to learn,
A place to love,
And personalities to kill.
You wanna fly hard?
You won't kill me even if I ask you to.
Why not? Because I am here to save you.
That is why I am so hard to kill.
You cannot hurt me.
Nothing will wake me.
I am happy in my dream.
Where we can dance with the unicorns ,
And the wolves are happy .
Together, we are out in the night seas.
In the warmth of the water,
When the world surrounding you
Becomes vast and weightless.
Mimicking the trees
Our existence should breathe
Health back into the world.
Oxygen is authentic.
Without it, one shan't last long.
I wear a mask that is made of nothing,
Nothing more than a plastic shaped half face
A white bunny half face with vertical ears.
Chase me down the bunny hole now.
So far you ran, and fell into my trap,
Deep into the endless black;
Swimming up won’t get you back.
Get Dabs or Get Drabs.
Let your mind be a Play-Ground
Or better yet Pro-Found.
Any Miss-Sound from Miss Universe,
Is simply for she is trying to rehearse.
For the next state of being; She is foreseeing.
Eyes tell no lies; should you learn to read them.
If so, proceed then; Being blind
You may lead the to the grind.
Rare shall the day come,
When a person who truly looks inside
Decides they no longer have a sense to depend on.
In time you will find, all you were meant to find.
How long depends on you, and how you move.
Heir go’, Whoever wishes
To stake claim, may make fame.
I’m the guy at table twelve
You’re here for me,
And I’m here for you.
I’m here everyday
I rock a white quaff,
I’m a nice guy
I’ll tip you with a reefer.
If you know me,
You’ll know I’m always on point.
If you stand to the left
I’ll stand to the right
And I’ll pass you a joint.
When your life sucks
I’ll tell you a story.
About a blast from my past,
And turn that frown
I’m a creature of habit,
A man of my word.
Near the door is where I like to sit,
By the exit, so I can get out quick.
Reeling and dealing,
The game of life
Is the game I play best.
Forget the guys who
Like to play chess.
in loving memory of my best friend wally waller r.i.p.
“Where have you been all year?” they ask.
“Why, I’ve been living on the dark side of the moon.” I say
Spending lots of time in my room
Halfway to death;
I try to inch away
Fight to stay conditioned
Keep polishing the system.
Poison inches its way closer and closer
Bringing me so very near to my last breath.
It travels quickly throughout; I must think fast.
As time moves on and I’m still breathing,
It comes to my realization that
This is not my death, but it is in fact The Rebirth,
Death before life.
I die to live again.
Kickstart my heart when it stops beating,
Bargain with my mind to stick around for just a little longer.
It wants to leave; it wants to retire
It is afraid and is too tired to carry on.
Oh, brain, please don’t leave,
I don’t know what I’d do without you…
When my brain stops, my heart will surely follow suit,
And then the rest is history.
No matter how hard it gets, and it gets hard,
My will to live must carry me through now.
The will is stronger than the human.
It hangs on for dear life,
When all else is starting to shut down.
It’s closing time
And my spirit is the bartender
The one who cleans up after the party ends.
She is the one stuck cleaning up what nobody else wants to look at,
Making it inviting for another day open for business.
And because of that, we live.
Hell, or high water.
We know we’re going to make it.
Last night I had a vivid dream of the Aliens again. They were trying to steal me away, abduct me from my bed in my room where I lay to sleep. I was screaming out in sleep paralysis "Help me! Help me! Let me go! Help!" Trying so hard to break free as they were shooting me with their laser beams trying to beam me up to their ship. I try to scream again while they were getting closer, the light was shinning down from the ship and it was so bright in my eyes, I didn't think my screaming was working... "Help me!" I tried, and I was still frozen. Then all of a sudden I felt another hand clasp my hand, and it instantly pulled me out of the dream... It was my lover boy, and he just saved me from the alien abduction. Now I lay with him safe in my bed in my home. I told him: "the aliens are after me again...." And then I faded back to dream world.
ANALYZE YOUR DREAMS.....
Time spent moving backwards,
To undo what has been done.
The road forwards isn't always clear.
Sometimes you have to take two steps back,
Before you can move your marker ahead.
In the end, checkmate.
I play to win, life.
Most importantly I learned to listen to myself first,
I am the one with all the answers after all.
The others lead you astray
Silently not wanting you to succeed
They prefer to watch you bleed.
But my heart has stopped bleeding
My inner voice has grown
I don't need to be shown.
I like to keep the mind juices flowing free, while logging whatever flows through in waves, coming ever so naturally.
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