This is what I think of me when I don’t look in your mirrors I know there’s a monster inside me called Vanity I’d like to think beauty isn’t all perversed and turned into a purse or worse I’d like to think it’s just hidden from me I can’t see what you see but would anyone’s eyes see past the reflection- who would dare look upon one’s Self to make some connection? Please you could hire somebody to do that for you on her knees while kissing your feet but me I could never be at peace with all the kids in the street with 1000 yard stare that scares me to death It’s Death staring at me Through every page in between every word To come and take him back what we never finished There was a fiends moon in the air a sliver of silver a picture with I’m so familiar. I am its wild white ancestor with stars in my eyes -Well not so much It’s more of a blur this rush and random steps for cigarettes were a drag I concur If you wonder why I look so piss poor it’s because I gave you everything I had I’m glad for anyone who ever broke their shackles in half Free at last I wonder how long it will last At least a week -maybe. Baby I’m a rambler if I’m anything I vow to one woman I bow to no man The songs that I’m singin’ are A-merican A mere “I can.” Almost human I’m an animal begging for a substantial humane solution A voice crying out for the nearly forgotten and turning over stones gathering with moss I’m southern like it or not I’m overflowin’ with psalms and proverbial wisdom like don’t mess up in Mississippi and stay out of the system Listen I’m not claiming any chair I’m having trouble sitting hate the consequence tomorrow but today I love a good dare You’re telling me you’re leaving I know you think I should care but I guess all that stuff You’ve been huffin’ musta’ come from your hair And the light in your eyes is from the latest Apple device- how dare me Speak freely? I’m a writer wrong as it may seem My dreams are like wildfires catching spreading across whatever it is that dreams spread across with no prints I leave my marks an anonymous assassin of art for a start forget your punk kids they wouldn’t break a sweat self-righteous son of a bid sell your stocks or sell your soul for a check Maybe that’s the only reason for me I’ve wanted it all and more but that would just be too much for me I’m packed light and I’m feeling crazy through my actions is with me every day Sometimes I’m ashamed but I’m willing to change;change jingles in my back pocket; “ maybe tomorrow” I think When I’m alone I can think when I’m in a crowd you’re the only thing that stands out God help me- even if you have to drag me. I never blamed you for all the bad things because they were all my fault I like it out on the fringe but sometimes I’m centered in the middle of the guilt of a sinner and a hedonists Hooray! If you’re not the winner or a wounded warrior watch out they’ll take it out of your pay They’ll subtract the abstract and say that’s that I want it back To run off the tracks and straight through your expectations or cooperate with the corruption of creation Societal lepers and fashionable gods Both gather to this my finest hour(“Write Power!” Haha )this won’t be what you want to hear but you can say you were there when a miracle happened and words became actions like a flash It was a real gas Guess we thought it would last so I’m here to rehash the past play and do things my way for a change strange but it’s the truth all the same it. It’s in me. It’s in you too this thing. Illuminating as dark or light as you’d dare spark. Not a word I cut the (vocal)chords and still I sing see what I mean no more whispering, but this- a piercing SCREAM permeating everything, burning rioting for something a little more riveting what do you say I’m gonna wash my hands out this whole Thing Baby the truth when it gets into you it’s gonna sting you’re gonna bleed when you sever your puppet strings I never wanted to get mixed up in your “day to day” but today let’s take a chance for the sake of romance and to just dance- I’m not a sucker for success but I’m no stranger to excess just ask my dealer- I’ve wasted many a dirty dollar in the name of instant gratification and I’m to blame you don’t have to read my mind - it’s written all over my face The true meaning of ‘nirvana’ is nothing The true meaning of this is nothing you can see my spine when I write you can hear the gall tucked in my lip ready to spit if you were expecting an apology -Baby this ain’t it I wring the words from experience and fantastic deliriums precipitating from thunderclouds of tormented thoughts in the sky of infinite possibilities where clouds of clarity come and go like the winds the only thing I’m bound to is their direction I’m off again I’m waving a flag but it bears no loyalty I’m sailing a ship on a one way trip an’ we ain’t comin back Imagine that. Lord, help me - even if you have to drag me. - eternally, Tennessee..
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