Barbed wire holds my pieces together Whiskey wets my tongue to speak I'm all asphalt and brake dust I'm a man of the times- unmistakable There's blood and gore on my mind Or at least inside of my skull Girls and music's what fills my head And I pass the time by spitting shells You'll find me tattered some days And ruined the rest You may find me pleasant. You may find me kind. You may find me generous. But if you want my advice right now? Don't find me at all.
Who are you within this vast Energy field where we all Live Who are you to even suggest that you know Life Who are you when your mind is stripped down to the bone when you don't even Control your own sea of mind that speaks eloquently for you to say i know therefore I understand if you ever begin to emerge from the primordial soup of your premeditated willful Ignorant mind you will see what it hides the fear of you
When one convinces ones mind i have changed i have healed i have stopped Everyday it will only be then ones intent ones focus can regain the ability to grow the teeth that one needs to bring the mental
Into The Physical
But When ones mind says that you can that you will that you shall with intent Everyday then one has become what some fear the most just a puppet like a hamster on a wheel in a brain who believes that...
Past connect the dot stars Decayed from the sky I turn to my side Fall into your eyes In the back of my Camino Where twin souls impart An arrow at my head Another at my heart Our ink sealed stamps Corners of hungry hands Your mouth drags my being Posted out of these lands Suns and moons dead Far in the distance Here and now us Big banged in an instant