huh

 we know

not to act

normal

around you's

as a a way

to get by....

is folly by sin

why hassle

when you can tassel

through the beads of

non-committal

nonchalance

hi ho

do you act

out of your own will

cheerio

mercutio never had

a sharper tongue

then the speakers of the truth

in this day and age.

a young lover of freedom

lost on the way towards hope

came and gave me a long stare

i saw in their soul

the desire for what I had

for what I had to give

so of course i have to stick around

true desire is rare

rare, oh so rare, indeed.

bottle up and deny your needs

when its full?

break it

take yourself

wrap yourself in tinfoil

rearrange gasoline to fit your body

put yourself in the fetal position

think of a time when you felt your own worth

and pull the flame out of the lighter's smoke

//

PSHAH PSHAH

PSHAH PSHAH

i dont get u bro

but imma extend this pretended understanding

across the table over to you

and hope u buy it

theres no denying

that all of the lost souls 

are lost on purpose

of their own will

and to divine accord

walking down the street

seeing grown men tussling with

apathy and despair

unknown to but those whose ignorance

manufactured, but always present,

and yet, somehow

i know that they know more than me.....

these bums on the street

some are more friendly than others,

perched together in intense phrases

expressions as grotesque as gargoyles

scaring away all of the bad spirits

others are dazed and confused

with no hope in sight

possessors of cthulu's dream,

they lay landscaped and slain

engorgently indulging into their inner worlds through medicines composed with the intent to slowly kill,

slumped over langorously,

anguish languid over their semi-lucid faces

background to paintings of that one great 

Spainiard of the Sur

Real, Dali.

body parts flopped together, twitching,

shaving skin, transmogrifying

constant state of change

thoughts laying there all to bear

like the boorish soul of man, betrayed by Bosch,

coming together in small bunches

flea like swarming

of energetic freneticism

they all have their scavenged parts

shunned to the world, these bums,

but any somewhat conscientious being

with a brain between their bulges

could surmise, that, deep in their been-can

friars of holy solipsisms,

true kingdom and sovreignty has been met

think about it

while i am typing away,trying to paint a picture

of the existence i oh so admire about them,

they are out there

living

talking

fucking

exchanging experiences

getting hiiiggggggggggggh

and actually being 

they are undomesticated

human to the core

Never am i

To look in the eye

Of 

A Bum

With

Shame

Anymore

//

who needs attention?

the world does

but not me

im made of sterner stuff

im not one of these

virgins to life

prancing about and

expecting every little thing

to both look and go their way

no,

i am me,

HARRRDCORRR

a gristled veteran

to this one game we call life

Ive gotten my fair share of nuts off

Ive been the Daedalus

Ive been The Minos

Ive been Helios

Ive been Jason

ive been there

ive done it

im just here

because

ive never won it

what is living in life?

hmmmm, quite simple

living in life is being aware that you are living life

and 

the other part is

being free

free simply means

outside of one's influence

or control

i am free to you because i am uncontrollable

how?

there are only three functions of the human being

thinking, creating, feeling

if you can let go of how to feel

and accept how you think

then you are free to create

anything

you are free

//