middle of the road
not particularly memorable
& not all that interesting either
Oh, that’s familiar.
minor background character in everyone else’s lives
try chewing the scenery! improvise! go off the script!
the secret’s out. there’s no script.
the main conflict in the main story line in at least several different stories at a time
Best make your own script
‘less you want to get stuck in someone else’s shit
shit-dick from butt-bumping the ground, Le Grind
a place you ain’t meant to fit
purple holly, so legit
you’ve got my mind so whipped
that my hips just dip
and whip up a fury in the sea
get right to the point
right when the moment is the most crucial
I just fade to grey…
I guess I’m just neutral.
via Daily Prompt: Tender
where is the cure?
that’ll make you see me as pure
that’ll take all my ugliness
& plunge it into space
maybe it’s because I’m the wrong race
maybe there’s too many imperfections on my face
perhaps my very being is a disgrace
forget about the past, I’m done with that place
but now I can’t seem to hit the right notes
what key am I even in?
it’s anyone’s guess
when did it all turn into such a huge stinking mess?
it became such a charade
a fantastical shit show parade
may as well make a toast with expired strawberry lemonade
where is the cure?
to stop the tears from my eyes
from falling upon what was once a daily beautiful surprise
but turned out to be merely a guise
tears, turning the Earth’s dirt into mud
caked under the crevices of your black Adidas
with a final, sickening thud
I don’t appreciate how They indoctrinate
Not trying to spark a debate
But resources are sewn slower than
the Children of The Sun can participate
Perhaps it’s time to repopulate
Don’t interfere as the hired goons operate
Oh funky congregation,
this is more than just a case of a smeared reputation
gurgled regurgitation of bullshit
that should have never left incubation….
Don’t Say I Didnt Warn Ya
Since you are your own worst enemy
Other people are your defense
Gather as many troops as you can
It’s fucking War
as quoted from a Great Divine
“change your mind & you change your relation to time”
admittedly a big pill to swallow
yesterday’s dreams lurking about like a
freak accident from Dr. Frankenstein
the shallow meaning of the word ‘tomorrow’
verving singularities brush the mush of my brain’s mane
Rated R? Ha!
this is comparatively tame
square biz. the real shiz.
enough to drive you insane
too many realities intertwined
where’s my damn moonshine?
I am a lonely sinner
some may say i’m not okay
as i live in my box,
a box full of scribbled & ignored music notation paper
holding a pen with no ink
some same say only the Holy know what to say
when living in a box all alone
a single tear drops in my nappy garden
& wets the paper with splotches
dots. notes. sprinkle on, starkid, like the purple rain drops of yesteryear
that sing a melody that reminds me of you somehow
maybe i’ll let it play as i pour another drink
i went looking & found something
something i’d been looking for
oh, something that’s been on my mind
today, yesterday & so many days before
i found what i was looking for
for no other reason than to seek validation
towards a concept i deplore
i can’t feign the funk, its always been there
no sense in being enthralled by a faux chaotic figment of lust
still i can’t ignore the thoughts of you
that float by my eyes every time a dove cries
they always take me by surprise
sets me afloat to who knows where
a place far off in the future….or before
i’m not counting the days anymore
wherefore art thou, bloomage?