How can you not see that I live like a king I make single livable living loving 2 p/t jobs smoking dope and beer in the a.m. Amber Ale hits the tail of my tongue like water falling fountain brown like Gang Starr filling the reservoir in the hole through my head All my selves love the shells of speakers speaking love to me to me to me to me I see I see I see me Back and a little up Hello(!) Hello in sunny Santa Rosa So you know a thing or 2 like the meaning of life but live the (me)aningless of it like a sticker or like an angel Gods and Godesses, gents and bents, dirty cops and love motivated violent ghetto fathers, from the fields of India to Indiana, Concrete Cube Towns to whirling wind world of earthtones and she is not like me, she is not tone deaf She is deaf dumb and blind and all she knows is her own 4 walls She knows they are all and all we see is light with dark shadows Penetrate your programming; live deliberately.

You grasp to her through nets/ Through veils you thirst for her/ So impossible yet/ You need to believe her/ You need change to please her/ Seduces you when her/ Lips speak ill of her/ Now please speak my good sirs/ But on wisdom of yours/ O beloved Life!

<< | >>