The Phasing
There is a ghost
The ground far away
Yet the host is here
Unable to touch
Watching from afar
Seeing the actions
Not in control of much
Anything...
Sense of helplessness lingering
Yet calm
“Soon I may see my own palms
Through my own eyes
But not right now
The whole world feels like lies
Not in a mischievous way
But in a tedious fake way”
The ghost sees a lake
That's all
Waiting to lie awake
“How long must I stay asleep”
The host sees a lake
His words Are not his own
Actions remain predestined
And emotions continue to lessen
The machine is rogue
818-776-9999
Take a look at my history
Never opened a book
Grew up so damned blissfully
Took a fork in the road
Eventually carrying a heavy load
Here's a listing:
Heroin, Methamphetamine, Codeine, and Cocaine
Terror in sucking on a pipe like a candy cane
Shown by the best frenemy, all my shame
Left the suburbs for a place I heard of
Stayed at the Viking Inn
Took a liking then
A couple years, learned more than just a Vicodin
Caught myself crying
Did a line and broke the table
No longer had cable TV, Electricity,
Safety Just a fable?
Hated by sanity
Am I stable?
Oh, the vanity!
Learned my ability to recover through sex
Bitch had a hex that got me off
Then I went back on
Now it's one or the other
Maybe I veered off from the footsteps of my brother
Maybe not the one from another mother
I used to consider you a brother!
Now I watch you wither into just another dope fiend
I wish it was just a dream
I guess we were sewn in the same seam
Only one of us wants to leave this scene
So goes the path of a glass rose
The one we chose!
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T if you end up reading this somehow I want you to know you're still like a big brother to me and I love you.
Glasgow Man -
Oh, the controversy,
Human right of free speech.
No please don't beseech thee.
He can't pay for what he say.
The right of the free is reserved for the rich, famous, and powerful.
In light of the tweet just is served the Litch? everything taken literal.
Is it too liberal to propose everyone has the right to offend as well as uplift?
Or maybe they should spare us every barbarian's verbal spite as to leave it unpublished.
Every word monitored. Don't worry its for your safety
Every thought censored. “Error, Querry must search safely using proper terms.”
Its life in a safely padded room. No profanity.
No way to harm others or yourself. Thank humanity.
No way to express anything but conformity.
With this insanity, I'll gladly take my chances storming Normandy.
When Yesterday Comes: The Tale of Two Men.
Same tomorrow, another today
All the monotony, pills gave me a lobotomy
Second mind third eye
In the bed, I lie
superfluous, repetitive, and superstitious
Everyday dogmatic to the point of extraneous
I'm stuck on automatic gunpoint so damn strenuous
pour me another hour on clocks
labor to overpower on the rocks
coffee together at Jauques's
the two lives contrast
intertwined by contracts
thank god, put the cup down at last
having trouble seeing the past and present
diagnosed with time cataracts
when yesterday comes again
ill be ready, clear as day