My Mind is like an explosion.. going a million different directions.. Encircling you.. overpowering you.. pushing you away with great force... - A. Howard

Time is my enemy.. it slips through my hands like water or wine over my lips..
is tangles in your hair, and drips from your fingertips over my parted lips..
skiddales past the shades, drops rains and never complains of your scented hips..
Little known secrets, best known stories of moans and sheets
lost but found, above ground still trying to be pro-found.
Slip inside and rinse and repeateb, come over for you to be eaten.
Slip and slide on the cosmic love line to the skyline in north caroline.
Cloudy morning, happy afternoons, never having to worry about it ending too soon.
To die there happy.. that would be paradise..
end up with my feet up, someplace nice..
yeah.. that's the ticket.
I'd stamp it and lick it.
Mail it off to my friends..
Wish you were here.. is how that postcard ends...


Yeah, looking around.. I feel drained.. of life, love and inspiration..
only when I break the rules.. or get shit on do I seem to be inspired anymore..
I wish it was as easy as knowing what your supposed to do with your life..
My mind is like an explosion.. a milltion different thoughts, wrapped up in 5 lbs of gray matter. I dont even know how there is room for all that tought. then again, my brain is a wad of semi-useless information.
I can sing the log song for you on key.
and still.. I just dont know who I want to be.

A singer.. an artist.. a buisness owner.. a poet.. a bum...a millionaire, bum...a rapper.. a bear trapper...a snowboard instructor, or just a home contstuctor.. a fireman..the guy with the plan...Mr. Get rich quick.. Dont wanna have to be a dick...No stress, life's not a mess, have a permanent adress..

Yeah.. wishing and hoping...how's that line go, master?
Shit in your hand and make a wish..
and see which one fills up faster.
Yeah.. An all too common son of a bitch.

09/09/2005

Author's Note: a blog rant/poem..

Posted on 09/09/2005
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