Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Dusty Summer Poem 2

and i don't even know where the hell i'm gonna go
i hear this 2012 shits gonna bring a lot snow
but maybe not lemme tell you the worlds not gonna end
there may be more disasters but we'll wind up with more friends
stick together and come chill underneath my dry umbrella
hey there fella, why you think its about bein a hero?

fuck your ego its only about not feelin fear-no
thing is going to bring peace so just sing.
let the truth spill out. thats the only thing that matters
watch it open up your eyes while all the lies just shatter
make a batter for a cake cause were about to bake,
the pastry of the century but right now i gotta wait.

collecting my thoughts for the next fudgy the whale
your either on my page or not, there's no time to bail
i grab the mail,
and just see who will be joinin me
on this free trip to the future.
only thing left behind is needless pain and rusty sutures

whats the point of this meaning less existence
i try and try but nothing happens like for instance
2 months in school and that heroin came around
never thought id see that shit creepin in my town
so i frown people think that im a clown
cause im just not cool enough to get down

shit is evil leaves your soul an fuckin empty shell
my reality is heaven while theirs quickley becomes hell

and i can tell when im tryin to get my message through
that theres plenty of better things in life that you can always do
tand ive learned they just dont care
let them occupy themselves with anxiety scares

cannot even remeber who you were just last september
you were into books now the crack you cook
and the people you hang out with are a buncha crooks

whatever your worthless why do i waste my time
its this choice of free will that will kill half of mankind
take thosse glasses off son and take a look for your self
see the worlds massive depression thats been sittin' on the shelf
this topics been doin nothin but collecting dust and webs
people like to pretend its all ok but i seek the truth instead

what i seek is inspiration, not too difficult a task
but there's none inside this nation, what you see is just a mask
every goveneors got a flask and visions what they lack.
grow the fuck up learn how to live the dream
its not all about you if you know what i mean

2 comments:

  1. damn boy you raagin.

    now this is what i call poetry. projectile passion.

    hating the world ftw.

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  2. haha thanks. im suprised i still had this.

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