Stood on a corner waiting for the “right” ride ? How long did you wait ?
Personalities are a lot like rocks. The wind and rain and sand and snow erode away all we we’re born with except what we are too tough and stubborn to give up. The sun and moon and loving care smooth the edges.
If I was standing over there and you came over to join me and I left there would be nothing to worry about because it would be juxtapose !
Confusion and turmoil
Truths and lies
the concepts of righteousness
the realities of life
The knowledge of facts
The knowing of theory
Insanity quietly rips them to pieces
Shadows block the incoming light
the dimness of sight
and spoken words
than what has been written
insane realities sink in
A new way of life
When quiet confusion
embraces tattered thoughts.
If we could even begin to comprehend eternity could we not then imagine an explosion lasting a few billion years ?
When i hear the cries of hungry souls
the noise rips into my heart and leaves these great big holes
that i cannot fill with comfort or food
I can only wonder why the balance is so askew
when So many feel a sense of entitlement
To more than they can need or use
Why are some so overly fed
when others could use a bit of that bread
Just enough to not wake up dead
Folks are fine to have around I suppose,
but I have no use for them while I compose
I have no need for thoughtless questions
No Patience with the small talk or nuzzlin
Only need my keyboard and me and my imagination.
Nothing at all to break the flow
The stream brooks no accompaniment
The gentle rhythym of the keys is really all I want or need
The dream like state and the thoughts all ready to go
So please just leave me completely alone
When you see me trying to compose