Today

March 31, 2013

Talk about the weather, talk about the skies, talk about forever, do you have the time, talk about the seasons, talk about the life, talk about this evenin’, talk about tonight, and whoa o o o,
I can talk about your eyes, o,o,o,o talk about your rise
Thought I had forever, partnered in crime, send me away for the rest of my life, gave up on heaven, they say everything shall die, is there an adage that love can defy?
Store your eggs in seperate places, and don’t ever cry, earn every penny, the limit’s the sky, you’re wishes may come true, a lame horse should die, twice I’m a fool, and try try try, and everything must die

Or sing and swim and fly!!!! and take your good sweet time!!!! so everything won’t die

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Endangered List…

March 29, 2013

Endangered List 🙂

“Im a clockadial”  

“Im an orhinosaurus”

“Operation Condor!” 

Adjoining the Boring

March 28, 2013

Adjoining the boring, to bring an end to the story, to take you back to the source, that makes you wake in the morning, to try and live on the other side you mothers created, so we could really be really be relatively related, I mean I’m baron and mage, from cradle to stage, hearkens back to the life before the pen and the page, transcending anger and rage, and feelings of pain, to know your love in the center, in real life rearranged, its like molecular physics, microscopic experiments, really nothing new is it, you go to school everyday, and in the rhythms of wisdoms, the wealth, money and gain, I’m still here bringing a deep, known warmth to my veins.

So say Ho!, can’t stop me, say Dro, can’t stop me, say bro, blow, slow, mo, owe, can’t stop me, say tan, can’t stop me, no fan, can’t stop me, k-o, x-o, say Yo! can’t stop me, Let it go!, can’t stop me, On hold, can’t stop me, wait a day, week, month, year, fear, can’t stop me, No sleep, can’t stop me, no jeep, can’t stop me, we’ll be runnin round town yellin Peace!, can’t stop me

ON MOUNTAINS

March 22, 2013

To be silent in the face of adversity is a steeping conquest, born of mountains to craggy to contest.  Humility is the waning moon, presenting only a bargaining piece to tithe.  Your mind must refute without distraction, while in this place a plea is unworthy. 

Inside there is knowing, understanding this steep façade.  The trouble lies in the continual rise of such a thing, while the mirage is yet minimal to your own feat, and your feet have no true pains.  

How great are you?  Your accomplishments are least compared to those who point to the clouded ceiling you’re not capable of reaching alone.  There you have to close to merchandise among the crafts and tolls.  Forever bargain, or steep? 

The only true knowledge you possess, to be reverent, is three steps down.  Should you share your instability?  Just a little bit farther, perhaps!?  Does the blanket of night really have an adverse affect?  Good tidings of great joy are found in every rest, it is only the foolish who would portend the sad sorrow of having to choose.

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