Apple seeds, next to the river quivers, above the canyon, adjacent to the main boulevard.. Beneath the maple tree.. find it, under the roots..
It's there hmm, serenity everywhere..
As i sit by the sea and feel the breeze and see the trees, i feel free. free at the beach, feet in the water, i try and reach for the sun.. the part of the sun that causes me to close my eyes when i look up... because the truth lies.. right above.. above and under, under my nose.. i know what i must do to get through to you, but i don't .. and i won't.... my pride and strive and drive to survive has a great power of force, in which i have, no control.... no remorse....
Feeling the breeze brush through my hair and tickle my skin, i win.....
I've won the miraculously apathy i actually seek to cringe.. and all i can sit here and say is wow. Wow for so many things... to begin with....
Its may, may of two thousand and ten and when.. exactly, did we get here? Why did it arrive so fast, but at last.....
Eternity of serenity.. guilty, of happiness... surrounding me.. and my family..
although they're not aware of all the hairs lifted from my skin, cause i've got these goose bumps ticklin... ticklin me, me and my conscious....
My consciousness repents and sends out telepathic repetitious subtle subliminal messages.. hoping that these are just phases.. phases one goes through, when shit felt right and was white but like everything else old and cold, turned, blue....
and, I've got the blues... blues over you.. and I can send you all these clues but with due time i find, you can't seek 'em, or just dont feel em, like before.....
but which ever it is i think, you... should fill me in... cause honestly baby from within, im content and filled with attributions I have for this earth, this world, this piece of shit home... its true, everything here is old so i gotta bring in some funk.... just like pierre, the skunk. ha..
This world sucks though and lacks individuality and originality not to mention visionaries with contributions .... we as humans need to be vivid and make a change for this sanctuary, cause this... is insanity....
Take me back in the days when loving was golden, commitment existed and shit wasn't rotten....
This rotten apple i bit is fit to be thrown out, on the ground and trampled on and squashed, and devoured from this round.....
cause this, this round is mine and like Ali I will take it.. and intertwine my thoughts iv'e fought to believe and i will achieve the glee, i am entitled to flee.
Its may... Wednesday and today like every other night and day, im high.. really, really fckin high, I actually just wanna sleep, but cant... I can't cause this beep-ing sound just keeps ringing in my ear and bugging and triggers my tears.... then I start investigating and finding shit i dont feel.... is this f'real?
It's almost as if i can't really pinpoint what part of the globe is exactly spinning ya see, and just when i'm able to tackle reality head on and realize, he's not everything, i start to think....
i mean seriously think.. and seriously, I've got so much shit to do, many accomplishments to fulfill, and oh many people I need to make proud, including myself....
but then, Damn... I can't comprehend just why i walk around, 85 percent of the time, looking down.. Am i ashamed of the lame feeling of neglect within hoping for enough time to pass for some time to heal, i swear i feel like... i don't know anyone here....
These wolves, they guide me ...
but with my blank stare, I am always aware of my surroundings and belongings and you.. my prince froggy, belong to me.. you blessing in disguise open your deceitful shut eyes and see.....
but, Damn.. fuck this shit.. in the face, on the nape and FUCK, that fate!
I'm not even wasting thoughts on this anymore...
but, Damn... just who am i tryin' to fool, i aint cool and feelin; this nor adaptin to this scrutiny we are fuelin' just Why.... Why do i even dwell or care, cause yo, i swear... he gave me fair warning; beware...
but i cared for that bear, with that eeyore stare.. cared so hard i closed my eyes and dared....
Dared to enter that winter cold splendor and believed every single word-phrase-cliche he surrendered.. oooooh so tender...
When will i take responsibility and put this curiously foggy brain to a halt.. not a halt as in take my own life .. Na, a halt as in, experience a much needed necessary epiphany..
a sudden realization of what really exists and who really emits something worth while to increase the burial of my frustration ... my warmest condolences...
On a higher note, let this float around your mind...
These damn politicians who want recognition after wrecking this economy.... but we needed that new substitution to get this fusion bomb cookin' ... but yo, f'real tho y'all better cool it cause aint much Obama can do, in just two .. or not even, one.. mothafckin year. Cant you feel and realize the lies this big ass BUSH fed us?
He destroyed and left our earth with no form and void... lacking any legal or binding force.
The finding; i am here with my stampede of horses and were all fighting back to get this lacking piece of shit 3rd planet from the sun, up and runnin again..
units of energy.. joules or ergs.. vigorous activity, unity, captivity, anything interesting reels us back in to reality.... right there, where these mortals lie in wait, lie in ambush, behave in sneaky and secretive manners rather than.... calling on their higher upper power for guidance... Jesus, Buddha, Mary... Jane, ha.. whoever you may...
ya catch my fish? ... or is it my drift? which ever it is, on this ship, my very own yaght I sail.....
Sailing alone in my comfort zone, where i used to go all the time, each time.. before committing this crime ..
The crime of falling out and in in and out.. falling in and out of desirable, suitable, chokable, LOVE..
Damn this love, damn the fifth of each month, and damn.....
damn you!
Damn these voices in my head, blue and red, the good and the bad.. circulating my cranium.. thoughts scattered all over, so I maneuver myself, inhaling and exhaling, breathing techniques really help my weak ass self....
Life is so tough and rough and for whaat? to get cash fast and smash niggas dicks with these pussy lips between my hips...
live life fast with this huge ass and for whaat?
at the end of my living years just die and disappear.. then reappear in the shape and form of a deer....
running through the forest eating through the harvest ... saplings, grass, bushes, plants i digest it all ... and roam through the woodland, swamps, mountains and open land...
Damn...
what a plan........
V
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