Dec 22 2003


The pattern holds me folds me
reminiscent of a day
patterned life a mystery
our history laid in the graves
a triangle
give it to me and I give it back
through my kids,
my generations

I GIVE IT BACK
I give it back.

I give to you the things I realize,
the dreams I carry
thoughts often savvy
provoking lyrics in the nary wary void
of night
I seek to trance that void
of emotion
seeking a gloat
floating in hope
a ship with no rudder
50 feet beneath the shore, not much more.

I am the one you can settle the score with.
the page to turn on the ancient behemoth

a lack of sanity I miss you,
reality I want to bless you.
to all the times I thought I had
memories reminiscent of a day
lay a beat for me
seat with me
prying beat caress me
bet me
come and nest in me
Viagra everyday
have a kick
have a stay
valium and heroin
seek the truth
look within
searching ever searching
finding relief in the surge
family pressing
dreading,
threatening the historic moment

the lack of sensitivity is what i miss
the trying near miss
I taste the bliss

future holds a secret
Its something we have but not known
for a secret you and I aren’t shown.
laying eggs daily hourly you and i and EVERYONE

care
we care
we care

we incubate the thought
the idea
the instant impression of what we see
we plant the seed for generations to come
run over us,
lay into dirt thoughts and cum

we become all that we see,
what affects you influences me
i am the vision for you to see
i am the words for the thoughts,
lay your fears to naught
we together see shit
we be it
we are
the future that the companies prevent
we seal the deal
1$ steal

make it public
I aint gonna doubt it
like with Enron, a corporate scheme
a parliamentary play to quiet the game


gasp for sanity,
please it aint all by me
scapegoat railed,
trailed years of life
spoiled
roiled
boiled
on the spit
life turned to shit

framed
maimed
nothing but to
gain fame in the roles
gain fame in the ranks
it stinks
the bodies smell like perfume
shit you hear of on the TV never bought me
I live without its aiming at me

the deal seals the meal
50 cent on the $ is a steal
future holds in the youth
a missing link
a chink
a clink
locked on a brink
resting in the netherworld it escapes the rude.