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Bluelighter
(Erratic flow of past time)
Come along now on this golden road -
Filled with light and love -
I like to be near the stars -
in the nite time -
I'd like to show you this spiral stair -
Just step now/ will be gliding thru the air -
higher still/ we climb so high
Through the doorway and down the vine -
We come to a starry room -
Its filled with star beams -
They shoot and jump thru our minds -
Typical boring day is what ensued today. I swear my mind is so addicted to drugs it is pure crystal clear insanity. I just have no idea what to do with my life, nothing is appealing. I awoke at 2:30pm today and lost my memories of my dreams immediately. I pop'd 4mgs of Xanax and poured myself a glass of gin and proceeded to stare out the windows watching the rain fall and collect into puddles.
Somewhere in the vast city of Chicago a young girl is overburdened by her brothers warped disease. He interrupts her at her loft buzzing her ringer, the desperation of the ringingdoor bell relays the message that he needs cash, his trustfund is only accessible with a parents co-sign. He is desperate and just doesn't give a fuck.
'Pleaase Ang, I need 100 bucks please...?
He is at the brink of insanity, he WILL get the cash, and when he does he is gone...
Sloshing thru the puddles, happy and high but yet disgusted with his life, he heads into a Northside church, and takes a seat on the 3rd bench and prays for forgiveness, mercy, and help. After reciting his prayers, he leaves and fills a small bottle with Holy water. A heroin and holy water injection just might bring that instant relief he needs.
he fragrance of chestnuts, roast
--- thru the air
like morning light glistening off the facets of the crystal goblet
If I could be a speck
-in a sidewalk crack
-floating in the jet-stream at 30,000 feet
-or on the leg of a turkey dinner
The neon landscape
eludes your eye as it
---Gazes on
Kick your feet up, admire
the scenery
-On an elevated patio above the valley
-your eyes glide over the town
-the corner store wwith faded red clapboards
-the clear creek massaging stream stones
-the rainbow soaked leaf loosing its grasp
-the paperboy
-the old man leaning against his rake
-The smell drifts you away as you open your eyes
Hours blend into days, days blend into months, and years unfold. Where am I? What month is it? Check the newspaper... Time is irrelevant, it doesn't matter, and I don't care.
The chaotic city streets are bustling with people lost in there own worlds scurrying down the busy avenues, thinking the thoughts that they do...
-What shall I cook for supper
-Will so-and-so call
-When will Grandma recover from her health problems
-What to do tonite
-Remind the dry cleaners not to use so much starch
-I need to refill my medication
Stormy weather
Noisy kids
ecletic mushroom trips in nature
pains in the neck
A juicey 4-inch bud of a cloned Hash plant makes my mouth water.
Drew will slip into unconsciousness soon and before he does strings of words flow thru his head...
The plasmatic rythms punch my mind
and throw me for a bind
why me? why now? its not my time
Afraid I'll lose my grasp
I try to let it pass
Its nobodies fault
The mythical bandit that lives in my head
If it wasnt for him I would surely be dead
Digitial readouts
and little Elfs
control my thoughts
is this the life I have sought?
When will it end?
When will it begin?
dirty tinfoil
mixed with illuminated soil
makes for a match
That I have yet to grasp
The day begins before I open my eyes...
Come along now on this golden road -
Filled with light and love -
I like to be near the stars -
in the nite time -
I'd like to show you this spiral stair -
Just step now/ will be gliding thru the air -
higher still/ we climb so high
Through the doorway and down the vine -
We come to a starry room -
Its filled with star beams -
They shoot and jump thru our minds -
Typical boring day is what ensued today. I swear my mind is so addicted to drugs it is pure crystal clear insanity. I just have no idea what to do with my life, nothing is appealing. I awoke at 2:30pm today and lost my memories of my dreams immediately. I pop'd 4mgs of Xanax and poured myself a glass of gin and proceeded to stare out the windows watching the rain fall and collect into puddles.
Somewhere in the vast city of Chicago a young girl is overburdened by her brothers warped disease. He interrupts her at her loft buzzing her ringer, the desperation of the ringingdoor bell relays the message that he needs cash, his trustfund is only accessible with a parents co-sign. He is desperate and just doesn't give a fuck.
'Pleaase Ang, I need 100 bucks please...?
He is at the brink of insanity, he WILL get the cash, and when he does he is gone...
Sloshing thru the puddles, happy and high but yet disgusted with his life, he heads into a Northside church, and takes a seat on the 3rd bench and prays for forgiveness, mercy, and help. After reciting his prayers, he leaves and fills a small bottle with Holy water. A heroin and holy water injection just might bring that instant relief he needs.
he fragrance of chestnuts, roast
--- thru the air
like morning light glistening off the facets of the crystal goblet
If I could be a speck
-in a sidewalk crack
-floating in the jet-stream at 30,000 feet
-or on the leg of a turkey dinner
The neon landscape
eludes your eye as it
---Gazes on
Kick your feet up, admire
the scenery
-On an elevated patio above the valley
-your eyes glide over the town
-the corner store wwith faded red clapboards
-the clear creek massaging stream stones
-the rainbow soaked leaf loosing its grasp
-the paperboy
-the old man leaning against his rake
-The smell drifts you away as you open your eyes
Hours blend into days, days blend into months, and years unfold. Where am I? What month is it? Check the newspaper... Time is irrelevant, it doesn't matter, and I don't care.
The chaotic city streets are bustling with people lost in there own worlds scurrying down the busy avenues, thinking the thoughts that they do...
-What shall I cook for supper
-Will so-and-so call
-When will Grandma recover from her health problems
-What to do tonite
-Remind the dry cleaners not to use so much starch
-I need to refill my medication
Stormy weather
Noisy kids
ecletic mushroom trips in nature
pains in the neck
A juicey 4-inch bud of a cloned Hash plant makes my mouth water.
Drew will slip into unconsciousness soon and before he does strings of words flow thru his head...
The plasmatic rythms punch my mind
and throw me for a bind
why me? why now? its not my time
Afraid I'll lose my grasp
I try to let it pass
Its nobodies fault
The mythical bandit that lives in my head
If it wasnt for him I would surely be dead
Digitial readouts
and little Elfs
control my thoughts
is this the life I have sought?
When will it end?
When will it begin?
dirty tinfoil
mixed with illuminated soil
makes for a match
That I have yet to grasp
The day begins before I open my eyes...
