you are the best thing
with all you do
I've never had
anything that compares to you.
The lies
that are
slung
the tails
that are
woven
The spirals
unfolding
the third eye
and all
it's showing.
Once,
it was only you
and you alone
there was no other,
other then you
As the days turn
and unfold
and the worlds
you know
turns cold
by my last dying breaths
the horror and the deaths
It is you
It is you
it is you
it is you
The spirit in the sky
the permanent vacation
show me
the ocean state
The tar that proofs
you're luv
it's how
you stuck to me
and above
sticky, gritty
and oh so hot
run over
forever blunt
I'm stained
chipped and diveted
dipped and raised
always being worked on
but never fixed
or repaired
always battered
and beaten
oil and rubber
one and the same
the modern horse/hoarse
and it's fearful owner
who rides on the fumes
of an ancient time
moving toward
the future
praising the
newest item of demise
the past is looking for
a scapegoat
to feed
a bit
of fruit
it's looking
for the future
not for love
but for revenge
the past is dead
and wishes
at the present
that in the end
it will join it.
It lives
only to
watch the facts:
It hates to be alone
the future only cares
that the past
can be used
like a stepping stone
yet
it misses the current
fashion and faze
ac/dc
tactical team
The past is setting the future up
you can count on it
or tag it
and or
bag it.
Don't you use
those words?
Unbelievable
how terrible
the entire truth
whispering lies
Ones own deluded self interest.
This is all for you
you are the best
this is a dream
come true
for you
for me;
To be only a guest!?
In the present
state of affairs
the checked
box
is not
a cover up
but
a new
historic spot.
Rock on
don't let
the beat
drop
Y
MC
A
got your fire
burning
and your lower back
all hot
x mark
and the spot
Fire
with in
fire
spun out
Fans of
emotions
ripple
through
The day
ends
and it's always
never with you.
The past
The Present
The future
goes nowhere.
Your left
and right
end up
typing
out the
last few
snorting lines
of thoughts
about
how it was
and how it was
not
The wind
sounds
like a train
and all I feel
is the rain
the vain
and the pain
The window is shut
the key
is unlocked
The time is now
Myself I forgot!
