The sit of wait.

I sit

I wait

I plummet the earth we take.

I want to believe you,

I sit

I wait

I await the news you take.

My desires come confused,

Like a mad man on the loose,

Like the water beneath me,

Or the sea that carries me.

I await the things you say.

Apart of you

The stupids rule
like sheep follow
the stupid swallow-
leaving those to waist in the world that hates
it's discrimination at it's best if you can relate,
it's a plan to hold a man down to show ignorance,
a plan to rape the village in order to preserve the colony,
a plan to kill the innocent in order to save the rich.

So why else kill?
Spill the sounds of horror or tears of laughter,
but the tears are from a hullicenagean, a narcotic, a spell you are under,
and I am under this spell as well, as I cannot seperate myself from you.

The one's I want so badly to blame, I know Im wrong.

Wrong like those who claim knowledge,
wrong like those who claim justice,
wrong like those seek revenge,
limiting ourselves in order to achieve...well,
the jokes on you my friend, I sit to spin the word,
but the word is not accepted by you - so just spew your shit
in order to save your ass in hopes for that "better tommorrow",
as long as you abide, a senile man will attemp the same; like that broken record.

Now the tangent is long and annoying,
annoyed at the people who can't hear the silence, don't know silence,
and continue to blame each other for this lack of silence.

I, too, am to blame. As Im am not seperate from you,
but apart of you.

A Stones Throw Away

And where is this one?
this 'supposed to be the one'
the last person who will ever last
or so they say, and some fail, and some collapse.
And how just one?
with so many shapes, colors and sizes
like snowflakes, seperate from each other, but not really,
they are all the same at first glance, and it's all the same now.
Time after time, she is there and then gone again,
I will call her, 'the impossible one'
this 'supposed to be a one', if one were ever so,
I can't believe it because I can't even see it
so again I let it go.

Medecine Bag

The aroma lingers,
drifting my way,
a smell sniffels,
bringing up attention,
memory cells awake,
shifting the urge,
bothering you again,
sending a message,
remembering you again,
not saying anything really,
so I hit 'send',
because you inspired him.

My question to you

I can feel the wants and will
all at will with womens wishes
I can feel the pull of desire
and all the things associated
I can feel the push of exposure
and all things exploding

I want to feel
like a human being
I want to be at ease
with mistakes I make
I want to be free
with every moment unseen
with every person obscene
with every girl I like
to be normal as me
to be able to love herself
because if you can't
then how can you love me?

Hollow complaints

When I feel at worse, I can always feel better
I cry about fast food, when countries are starving their poor
when I cry about bills and rent, living in a house and not a tent
Bitching about the things I do, Im reminded how clean my water is
how clean my streets and yards are with bright green grass, life challenging everywhere;
I cannot continue to blindly walk forward, I must be free and live as such
because things can always be greener on the other side.

Quicksand

I stare in the mirror for hours
wondering who I might have been.
Reflections of something familiar,
distant visions, I'm sure are real.
If this stress don't kill me
I know this harsh cold air will,
electrifying everything I touch
sometimes the mistakes are just too much.
Nothing seems right to me,
this weight of reality is too much for me.
I see in the distance
an unmistakable image
of something I wanted to be
and someone I wanted to see.
I am again
at an end,
making me mad
makes me sad.