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Time lapse.

Everything is plastic
everything here
was created for somebody else to love and consume
everything here
is just a metaphor for your feelings and aspirations

the time comes, sometimes
when you are pulled in two separate directions
the time comes, often
when you are never sure of the outcome
, but somehow
you make it through


we all breathe and scurry
and billow out smoke
all the while, thinking that we know everything
until you wake up with a hangover.....
and barely the will to live

coffee helps
and bacon.....

Pray.

Are you on your knees for your master?
Are you on the floor? Awaiting disaster?
come home, come home
come on home
and hug and kiss your youth
come make friends with truth

the dark brings fury and fire
the night breeds wire and fake
you liar

and come crawling back for more
come, legs outstretched
come
arms raised
to the havens

don't let me scare you

tomorrow
brings
an
alternate
fate

and everybody else learns
humanity yearns
and churns for a better world
for a pretty girl
don't speak
don't say a word

Linear

We stood in a circle, holding hands
and we let each other down

she was there too
the girl from the corner
next door
staring down at her feet
i say weep
i say sleep
and keep me in your mind

Throwing rocks in the seaside
i knelt and crept
and oh did i hide
away from the lights
and fights

but, figures
somebody followed
and wallowed
and revered in it all

the brain don't
work
in linear

my mind don't head in
any direction
my feet, pacing along
dragging
my soul-less body
along the beach

i sit
and remember
lost bits and fragments of life
which i am
happy to leave behind

although, the question consumes me
where did they go?

Fucking the man.

Somebody opened a door
that could never be shut
and when the line was crossed
we simply held our gut
and choked down the circumstances

nobody suggested change
nobody suggested a difference
while women and children
were stirred and mixed
until nothing was left
all innocence
lost
and the only people who spoke a word
vanished
in a pool of blood and regret

pancakes cooked in every kitchen
every single morning

fires were extinguished
without panic or warning


not a shout or a shiver
when force-fed our liver
not a flutter or shake
as we choked down our steak
but it was fake
fake fake
all fake
when will we wake
from this slumber and sleep
midlife trauma
poisoned and meek?
ready drama?
ready fashion week?

not too long
the fight comes
when we burn the fields
and cut the tongues
off the corporations

not too long
the comeback comes
when we all take foot
and throw up our noses
throw out the hoses
and let the fire burn the kitchen

Our minds, running at different speeds. (Turning Different Gears)

Here we go again,
this isn't the first drink
she'll take tonight
and sure as fuck not the last
our bodies
and would be souls
were burning for each other
but the night held us
at about fifty degrees
at about twenty paces

we waited
time and time again
we waited
for the spaceships to land

in the grass, on the streets
we held hands
prayed
and read each others' mind

but nothing happened,
nothing but a memory
of life
and what it was
and all you lost
in the car crash

tonight, i feel thousands of miles away
tonight, i feel like walking on water
tonight, i feel like nothing would ever come
if it weren't for me

but tomorrow is sure as fuck
a different story

everything is familiar
everything is bland
and blank
and gray
like the sky
like the bottom of the spaceship

every night that passes
only brings me closer to home