Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

bent down low and wonderin
can i escape
or am i
born to nothing but struggle
i look up and see worthless
folks wastin more than im makin
spending thousands on dog spas
and bags to put
them in
is it life....
yes....
but they have no idea what to do with it,
or themselves...
or the connection between them

didnt know that there was a discrepancy, silly how i got it, but um yes,

i see your want
and i know how to fill it
but in this i am unable
to fullfill within this situation
should i cross boundaries
or should i be apart of
something realized
within my grasp
but deemed unexseptable

cognitive dissonance
i know something's happening here
but i just don't know what it is
(do i, mr. jones), do we sonofsun,
do we or do we not
maybe it's all a funny delusion
everything's just fine and all
forget about it, the sun'll come up, go down, have sun babies
it'll be just the way it always was
we'll sink, we'll float
we'll jump from a plane
bob for apples, plant a thought
water a tornado,
just like always
i'll rob you, you'll steal from them
robin hood will send us merry men
no problem,
whatever it is, we'll get used to it
some folks worship plastic
others kiss the sky
it's alright, everything's boppin along

as we spin
as we spin.
the universe expands
and as i read your words
I
do know the love
with you with all
with that devil with
a vice
something worthy of the title
to think he thinks he knows...
we must smile
for the flower still grows
strong

question
it is within us
acceptance is for the dead
find your own truth within existence
and all shall benefit

flowers stalk
buds open
snails crawl and feed on leaves
crunch goes a foot
gone goes the snail
bicycle built for truth
up and down the coast
helmet gotcha covered
pants gotcha padded
no need for fear
riding on

are you this?
a word?
does this define you?
is that all you are?
do brains work that way?
are you stupid?
are you stupid?
are you stupid?
in this universe there is no such thing
as left as right.
its just a human phenomena
get over yourself
wake the fuck up

sorry took a while to write that to myself...
but this is to your poem...

waste, all shall be
as all shall be
waves roll as does sound
how can we be protected
when there is nothing
between then and now
responsibility is constant

smacked on the brain
no shield from reality
stuffed up ears and mind
head in the sand
who we kiddin?
safer to sit back and sing
write down our plastering
takes courage to face the flood
i blame my age
my ninety pound weakling frame
blame's easier than guts
neurosis's excusable
let me get my crazy on
after all these years,
crazy can do what guts never could
shooting stars agree

danger on the everywhere front...
can i say i feel different
am i a diseased left wing
lunatic
am i a right wing gun toting sicophant
any way you are told to be less than
know that you are unable and controlled
by the force on the other side
accept the fact that you are fighting
for something that you are not able to ever
achieve
you are apart of something that shall never know
victory
you are a slave within a system that thrives
with your acceptance of worthlessness
bow down, you have lost without even knowing
that there was something you were losing
or done lost some time ago