Gentle Ramblings

Just breathe along to the pollutants of our time.  Brains so scrambled can't even find a rhyme  Maybe someday I'll make up for lost time. Creative minds are lazy and rarely amused  Thoughts get hazy then I become confused. The words have escaped my poison pen for now, I know it will all come back to me somehow. They always do, God willing they always will. God willing my diction will break on through, Til I grow old and ill and it gets to painful to write. Blow my ashes out of a cannon like Hunter S did that night. Death is around the corner sometimes I fear, I'm getting older and older sometimes I wish it would just get here. Just breathe along to that sweet scent of nicotine. Throw morals to the wind and live my life as a libertine. Maybe someday I'll learn to clean up my act, But realising the consequence is something I always lacked. The words have escaped my poisoned pen this time. But I know someday  it will return even more refined.  They alw

       Is there anything worth fighting for anymore? The threats of religious fundamentalism, and daily slaughterings are knocking down our doors. This fractured diseased government that currently reigns are selling all our dreams down the drain. Is there anything worth fighting for anymore? It's easy to ridicule the ones in charge, make light of their outrageous disregard for human life. Sadly though there is a seriousness and an impending danger we must realize could be on the horizon, coming ever so closer. Slowly our freedom is being suppressed until many of the rights we grown so accustomed to and even took for granted will eventually disappear. Our president is more then just a buffoon with a silly hair due. What if all his plans of a modern, fascist, ultra capitalist oligarchy came to fruition? A utopia of white, riches and greed for the select few, the chosen ones. What would you do? Would you fight? More then likely you'd just fall in line. A revolutionary mind is real

Who needs to vent frustration? All I need is a steady dose of sedation. But whoa is me, I've become a patient. A patient of my own demise. But wouldn't we all love a new disguise. A pretty face to go on an ugly picture, A real good cleaning for a dusty fixture. Wouldn't we all dream of a perfect body, What a pretty present you all have got me. Make me up and remind me of yesterday's. Before there were syringes, there were better ways. Don't wake me up, cause I can't remember, Don't wake me up, cause there's no belief. Just wake me up when you find me some relief. The patient is waiting for just the right medicine. But man that doctor looks awfully menacing. Is his face melting or my mind is playing tricks. Do I take it as prescribed or take it just for kicks? Whoa is me I've become a patient  Man my face is looking pretty ancient. 33 going on seventy, Don't wake me up, cause I know you won't remember me. When I was young

Even though she's only five feet, she's always walking tall. I scoured the human race, and she's the most beautiful of them all. So angelic she could make a siren scream, Even in stormy weather, I'll always float up her stream. The strongest love we've found, no one can come between. No fire nor heat could burn through my desire. To be next to you I'd climb the razor wire, Bloodied and bruised I'd still return to you. Lovely lace, garter belts, blindfold across my face. You could whip me til there are welts and I'd still be wanting more. Every time we make love is always sweeter then before. Lovely white lady never leaves me sour. Time flies by, the minutes turn to hours. When I'm with you I never need a clock. In endless comfort when our eyes become so locked. Lovely white lady better than any drug. Bodies stay warm, making love on a bear skin rug. Through any coming storm, I know you'll keep us dry in our love. You made me fee