Vice Grips

Vice Grips


My vices have me in a vice grip,
but I don’t share my secrets because I’m tight lipped,
so I’m caught in a strangle hold ruled by an iron fist,
thought I had a tight grip on reality till my grip slipped,

so now I’m caught,
in my subconscious conscience,
on a constant conquest,
to appease an honest Goddess,

trying to stay conscientious,
without being too pretentious,
confident still cautious,
as I embark on this conquest,

relentless and reckless,

some call it senseless,
but I’d say their comments are way too overzealous,
they are just jealous peasants,
careless and unfair with their incorrectness,
there should be tariffs,
for those who cause such stupendously stupid offenses,
but there’s no spiritual sheriff,
to enforce the laws upon the crimes caused by the defendants,
the careless dependents,
who care less for repentance,
and would rather be slaves than gain independence,

see,
the census’s consensus,
consents that,
this is all blasphemous,
every one reaps what they sow,
they get what they get because they asked for it,

I get what I get because I ask for it,
and if I can’t wait I can fast forward,
we all get what we get because we ask for it,
I see the signs and take them I don’t pass or ignore it,

I explore it,

see if there’s a problem we will handle it,
so if you need assistance just ask for us,

if it’s not broke,
don’t fix it,
we all have our flaws,
we all have our addictions,

the difference is intent,

and I’d elaborate more eloquently,
but I already forgot what I said,
I’m almost all out of epiphanies,
and the vice grip is getting too tight on my head,

still,
we strive to stay real,
in an increasingly fake matrix,
see even though I despise that they lie,
still I do not hate this,
because we are all love,
and yes you can quote this,
yeah go ahead and call up,
I’ll answer the line fine and confirm I wrote this,

still,
so many good deeds,
continue to go unnoticed,
while the belligerent bullies,
continue to consume time and take all the focus,
up to no good with ulterior motives,
dirty dogs down in the doldrums with inferior quotist,

the careless continue,
to careen in reckless abandon,
while the phantom badmen continue,
to conspire in terribly marvelous malevolent tandem,
and I’d sit with these senile sentinels,
and all of their problems,
and try to find a way to authentically assist them,
in solving their problems,
but I just don’t have compassion,
for anyone who doesn’t have compassion,
and I suppose we can save a selected few,
but we simply can not save all of them…

The lights are on,
the cameras are rolling,
but I am just not ready for action,

back in,
that cycle again,
I’m caught in,
that vice grip again,
that’s when,
this terrible trial begins,
that battle,
for survival my friend,
racing a race,
where there’s no winner nor end,
and the party’s been over,
but the vintage vinyl still spins,
as the end comes closer and closer,
I find it odd that I fit in even when I’m lost in intent,
as the enemies come closer and closer,
I find it oddly offensive that I ceded my entire empire’s defense,
I should have stayed sober,
but I wasn’t so I lost it all in any event,
I should of stayed out of there,
but instead I dove straight in,
and they say it was all for the better,
but I say I suppose that it all depends,

either way these events,
make my solar even colder,
I’m over my limit,
still getting lower and lower and lower,
in other words I’ve become,
an overaged adolescent blind using sonar,
melting ice caps and smoking greenhouse gases,
that’s all for this curious bear that’s bi-polar,

still I stay in pose writing prose,
like Homer in October,
and we’re not talking the Simpsons,
we’re talking the Grecians the Romans with Caesar,
having Halloween in Hollywood,
hot as hell still cool as a glacier no fever no seizures,
actually we’re having a Holy ween in Hallowed wood,
in other words a spiritual opinion inside a Cedar,

see we’re,
still creating this cycle that never ends,
as the world spins,
I’m caught in that vice grip again,

see we’re,
still creating this cycle that never ends,
as the world spins,
I’m caught in that vice grip again,

my vices have me in a vice grip,
but I don’t share my secrets because I’m tight lipped,
so I’m caught in a strangle hold ruled by an iron fist,
thought I had a tight grip on reality till my grip slipped…

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∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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