can't help it

It’s not you, it’s me.

The tears you cry, the convulsions you take

When you sigh that deep sob.

It’s not your fault.

You sit there and you wonder where it went wrong

Nothing went wrong, you have the child’s gaze

As he shares his view with the peppered sky of the evening bliss

And I sit here, wondering why.

I do what has to be done.

Fate is something you can’t control

I try to explain, and it never comes out the way I want

Because there is no way that makes sense.

Of the matter made and the seed that’s sought.

The dark surrounds us both.

And the pulsing throbs of the beat of a million drums

Marching into oblivion

Wondering why they came in the first place.

I cry for you, for them, for all of us to stop.

The forlorn cries of those less lucky forced to drop

Their extended lies of perplexity into mutilation.

Here’s the taste of the sallow pickled waste.

We all see the millions, but

The millions aren’t what we want to see.

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That feeling

I saw a bird once when I was walking to the city.

It was just sitting and pouting and poking its tummy out

I walked past him but he didn’t budge.

Tried to take a picture but I could never get the angle right.

Could

I like the sound of a thousand people getting together to help someone out

That inspires a feeling in my heart that is the zenith of smiles

I wish I could see the sun come up every day.

And watch it as it falls back in purples and plumes.

The light breath of the heart.  Content.

A hug, the shining policy.

heylo

Toast is what I what I want

And toast is what you need.

Holding our hands in the sunlight

Boy don’t it feel so sweet.

I sit here with my feet in the sand.

Summer shandy in my hand.

The pink diamonds in the clouds above me,

As I smile and just pretend.

Everything is gonna be alright.

While I sit and smell the light.

The peace is overwhelming.

The guitar chords surrounding my every

Movement. Placid and precise.

I want to listen to you tell me why

I should listen to the Trojan horns warning

Of the impending armies.

While I just sit here and think about the peace I think about

While I talk and jest with the wonders of the roman age.

While I sit here and listen to applesauce.

I love you and I wonder what the roll is

Let’s go let’s talk and skip across the dojo.

Baby, I wonder why you talk and listen to

My incessant rambling.

It just goes and goes and goes and goes.

But peace is here in my mind my baby.

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Listen to the people as they sit in groups
and talk about the everlasting dust
wondering in their own single minds
when they'll find their fantastic plastic ship sent in
I'm here in the clear wondering when
a little piece of sunshine will place inside my hand
and levitate, gravitate toward you
If there was a beachfront in my future
or a fried plate of hamburger
The peace of coexistence is the wonderful
feeling I have, here, and with you.

Up

Piece out
Fuck up
Suck up
Knuckles in the face
Chewed up
luck up
cut up
clean the room
taste past doom
tears in the sky
looks talking why
Want to keep this going
but i have work in the morning
listen to me, baby
come visit my place next week
i'll treat you real well
some modest fun; decent sleep
taste the grass; reply to the dirt
wonder why you're left alone and hurt
think and cry but let that skirt fly
in the wonderous sun; fly the tide

there's blood in my hair

Let me tell you that it’s sad that the glisten of the sunshine

Only shows up when you know it’s time to leave

Because it’s getting dark and you have a curfew.

And the taste of a stale beer

Is the glory of a dawning morning.

Where anything and everything can happen (just get out of that bed).

You get upset when a waver in the force of the pendulum

Shows it’s little head and begins to smile.

Just don’t blame me for your faults babe.

Because I try to smile and show you the shine

Of a greener side of the grass

But you don’t really mind the dreary gray

When the tides have turned you realize

You’ve come up with the low side

But it’s alright, it’s ok.

I’ll hold your hand anyway

Because everyone needs a lover.

And everyone needs that special someone

To make them feel fuzzy late at night.

And I feel I can do that for you.

If you don’t succeed in giving me the flu

You’ll see one day that the warm nights

And sandy beaches

Beat these rocky cold creatures

But only if you let them do what they need to do.

The middle of your stomach

The tattoo above your ass crack

I want to touch it

Surround it with my warmth.

And smell you

Is that too much to ask