It Took Too Much Time to escape from the shackles of the corner I swore I'd uphold. By the light of the day there fell the best leaf formed before thine eyes only to dry out and fade in the faultless salt winds of West Coast tides, To become again that endless strength unwritten, A force to bend time plasticity and remedy all the wrongfully accused shot down dead, For holding up existence in our hands is to the ant mound under the child's thumb.
Purpose to find that everlasting place of thy before the last clash of lightenings devine rapturous cant! Spectacle laughter overlooked the clown in expensive gutters, Passing rhythm of cries from the bodies established foundation; Helping, helping, helping hands.
Why not smoke the cigarette if lit by a walking whore, Full of course with a camber galore, Brought about in design by the Gods themselves in heavens' brothels in favor of production of no communicating love, Has it always been like this or are we just killing each other for the fun of it by now? Either way the captain is running out of knowing ideas and gun powder snuff stuff.
Burning neon signs that make up the directions back home through thorough alleyways a borrower of a life wrote here. A door there to discover truth, a latch with key flipped on its side mounted in constrained gears to explore falsity; Pick if ever in doubt the one way You have reserved all along.
This here is a manufactured vessel now, whatever this grail is meant
to be, This is a shout encased in a cell to threaten and trudge it's
way into the embryo of the future where my place in whatever capacity
and social adherence is created for me, All for the better.
Remind thyself of the path once observed in an act of foreseeing the light, Unremitting advises strung together while walking under hidden moonlight behind hotels and motels and banks and apartments and all high rise stretching from the sidewalk to the foggy skies.
Destiny a mere phantom archetype conjured up by ill advised voices and vices; But do not be intimidated by this, Do not be hindered by the wax shackles of a myriad of words in cheap symbology in constant developing; I say do not, but you do with it whatever you want, Start over again you hearty boys and girls if you must! This is an evolutionary revolution in fluctuation through springtime bringing forth new death and birth and wind and art and dirt and bird songs and love songs and hate in shadows allowing for calming peace at long last.
Remind thyself of the path once observed in an act of foreseeing the light, Unremitting advises strung together while walking under hidden moonlight behind hotels and motels and banks and apartments and all high rise stretching from the sidewalk to the foggy skies.
Destiny a mere phantom archetype conjured up by ill advised voices and vices; But do not be intimidated by this, Do not be hindered by the wax shackles of a myriad of words in cheap symbology in constant developing; I say do not, but you do with it whatever you want, Start over again you hearty boys and girls if you must! This is an evolutionary revolution in fluctuation through springtime bringing forth new death and birth and wind and art and dirt and bird songs and love songs and hate in shadows allowing for calming peace at long last.
This is a moment of being;
This is for the drinking dreamer;
Awe, wonderful,
All illustrious life!
