On Friday...

Here we go loop de loop
Here we go loop de lie
Here we go loop de loop
All on a Saturday night

How I so badly want to jump on that train and not look back
If only I didn't know to well from experience it solves nothing
Maybe some fresh air and new faces can bring a temporary relief
But when you get where you're going you are still just you
And the world is still just the world
Lately, this desire pulls at me in a way so strong I've never known
Tired of the same cycles, same places, same flat roads..
I need life. I need love. I need reassurance in this thing.
My faith has been shattered, and therefore I need.
I see nothing wrong with this
I give life. I give love. I give all this
willingly
Some people want them, others do not.
I want the feeling of the wind on my face
somewhere random in the middle of Texas
Maybe I just want what I cant have
Maybe I'll keep working this out
and waiting for the right time to ride

fuck kentucky

somewhere amidst the parallel worlds of good and evil
i accidentally drove to kentucky
fuck
why do i always end up in kentucky?

lostit

Sweet Jesus Amy May! I thought the world ended when i heard your call today.
A fuzzy message about a trip to Maine, thought you lost it! then I heard you
on that fuck of a phone
Something about your friend in need, beckoned you to cross the country to be at her side...
why? I didn't get that part, well then. something about trekking it for a reason
and a new start
\
all I know is it's been to long
and in time I see this same old song
la da de la da da a country does call
and no matter where you go I still get the same call
i love you sweet babe, just keep in cumin
no matter how far
no matter
i still love ya

honestly

The pain is to much
to much to bear
Your indiscretion
imprudence
is nothing more than pride and loafing
A lack of effort and care
the showcase of true emotion
idleness despair
what matters in life
nothing more than a
lifeless fuck
a lack of care
a heart lacking in love
no heart
no care

I only know 10% of what I know is truth in the lie
The rest is merely blow jobs given out to migrant workers

Daikon "large root"
eating out my heart

torn between two oh so different worlds
heart and head
to give or take
to love or leave
a crying game

No Title

Inspired to sit and see the waning bubble of constant belief
Because many of us do not believe and many of us do
i
I (I) would like to think we can believe and still enjoy freedom to
play and prey and sow our seed

Slowly
stroke your cock with my tongue
like a babe just looking for love..

Honesty goes handwith heart
A true comfort of love is knowing you can always shell the truth

A true comfort of life is letting go of that shell
of truth and lies
the rest comes naturally

lovingly

for nothing

Lost my one true love
for nothing
stupid mistakes
stupid reactions

All is lost
for nothing

I"d like to return this sir, it must be used goods

Only the Lonely

In a collection of thoughts one might see the light
the inner force that binds it all together
In these thoughts the self can gather and reflect
The choice is in being faithful to ones self
Faithfullness to others can only come second behind faithfulness to ones
self

for me

In my own world I see
everything I need to see
In my own head are many worlds I search and scour
My little lands of fancy fields cotton cushions
magic
dreams
Fantasy beneath the blankets life that lives the fullest
of anything that's meant to be more to be
to me
in my world that's what it means to me