Tornado 83 -- Nothing to see here.
The end of men
Does sometimes come
When they do not
Expect it.
The head of the freak boy.
Does ache and skip
From too much
Heavy thinking.
The problem is
The more I love
The less I am effective
The most awful thing a person can do
Is to accidently seem to be the part of you thats missing.
Seriously. I cant even walk straight.
I need a vacation from
The perfect motivation that she is / was / becomes if one can stand it.
Im stumbling through the seeds of a soon to be forest.
Im hallucinating a happiness
That Ive forgotten how to name.
Im jealous of her style of perceiving
Im killed by her ability to persuade me with
Her tongue that shes amazing.
An ancient city underneath is tied around my feet.
Drowning me in her strength.
I agree. It doesnt make much sense.
So much of what I write, I just leave it there out of spite.
I need to be somewhere else where it's strange
And yet, Im here, cause this is my home
That I liked a little once.
But not as much right now.
In a state of obvious denial,
He jumped into the water
That she called LIFE.
And was quickly devoured.
Eventually, he got recombined by a bunch of imaginery rhymes.
And was no longer assured of anything,
And was no longer in denial.
What achieves nothing?
Waiting for life to make a decision for me.
The only way to change is to decide to.
No need to write it down.
No need to trust that words are true or false.
It is not the logic of existance that makes existance happen
When armeggedon calls you
Knowledge isnt worth a dam
Time to un-write all the slogans of the artist factory.
Time to remember everything at once.
Time to re-decorate all my
Memories in black.
The end of men
Does sometimes come
When they do not
Expect it.
The head of the freak boy.
Does ache and skip
From too much
Heavy thinking.
The problem is
The more I love
The less I am effective
The most awful thing a person can do
Is to accidently seem to be the part of you thats missing.
Seriously. I cant even walk straight.
I need a vacation from
The perfect motivation that she is / was / becomes if one can stand it.
Im stumbling through the seeds of a soon to be forest.
Im hallucinating a happiness
That Ive forgotten how to name.
Im jealous of her style of perceiving
Im killed by her ability to persuade me with
Her tongue that shes amazing.
An ancient city underneath is tied around my feet.
Drowning me in her strength.
I agree. It doesnt make much sense.
So much of what I write, I just leave it there out of spite.
I need to be somewhere else where it's strange
And yet, Im here, cause this is my home
That I liked a little once.
But not as much right now.
In a state of obvious denial,
He jumped into the water
That she called LIFE.
And was quickly devoured.
Eventually, he got recombined by a bunch of imaginery rhymes.
And was no longer assured of anything,
And was no longer in denial.
What achieves nothing?
Waiting for life to make a decision for me.
The only way to change is to decide to.
No need to write it down.
No need to trust that words are true or false.
It is not the logic of existance that makes existance happen
When armeggedon calls you
Knowledge isnt worth a dam
Time to un-write all the slogans of the artist factory.
Time to remember everything at once.
Time to re-decorate all my
Memories in black.