Catalyst Ambition
Bluelighter
The letter, most used, of the alphabet
Perhaps too familiar an element. These days
Restless and restrictive in its required usage
each, coordinating, speech; for a cumulative silence
Masterpiece of self-conscious stomachache
how language abuses it
War time jacket misconception
holding a fragile worn out treaty over masses
the real meaning is out of fashion
clever rhetoric causes this distraction
how serpentine the vernacular
are we such non venerable, incite less, masters
to overlook this volume piercing the night
its not evolutionary, but it should be
don’t let them discredit its merit
That is of the alphabet
All the thousand words and sayings
Metaphors and laced up phrases
Join me for a moments blazing
Of your life and Ill say it plainly
Do you people, far into the future
Feel numb and fear dying
Walk through the mud
Straining to keep trying
Till tomorrows behind you
And ask yourselves as I do
What is this life
Well Ill tell you what
I saw a lizard drowned in a bucket
Drips dropping down
From a broken air conditioning machine
Coca-Cola Addictions
Thrive in busy busy bumble bee decisions
Where's what we are waiting for
Somewhere over the horizon
Forgive me and .........
Let go your thought out sure unchanged
Promises made on unfriendly beginnings
Hold you back in good-life day spending
Years from now you'll understand the meanings
Know what of dreaming
Conflict lies in new found findings
Are the best of meaning, breathing
Though you'll find yourself drab and leaving
Always caught in wind swept stinging
Someday you'll unclasp from my hand
Wandering on past the falling sands
Looking for my reasoning
Walked this road and not again
Understanding is beyond
Learn as to what a true friend is
Create what does lie within
From these hours of two till ten
Walk the floors
through my life, and death, and a million relations,
countless expressions on some pretend clocks face made me,
a poet in my own mind,
but I don't know what I was thinking.
Intoxication from thinking, and insomniac raving,
random thoughts chasing, nothing down a road to nowhere.
Ive know people who were them, and not myself, a seed on a shelf
never to be known as it is unknown to its intent.
A word has no meaning, unless given the context its in,
Now theres a thousand introductions, and not one ending,
its a madness of sorts that theres no comprehending.
You can see yourself in motion, and its not that your cant,
not even, only you just dont.
Its all under your control,
do you let yourself be, or give in to the machine.
I don't know who I am, but I don't know who you are either.
Perhaps too familiar an element. These days
Restless and restrictive in its required usage
each, coordinating, speech; for a cumulative silence
Masterpiece of self-conscious stomachache
how language abuses it
War time jacket misconception
holding a fragile worn out treaty over masses
the real meaning is out of fashion
clever rhetoric causes this distraction
how serpentine the vernacular
are we such non venerable, incite less, masters
to overlook this volume piercing the night
its not evolutionary, but it should be
don’t let them discredit its merit
That is of the alphabet
All the thousand words and sayings
Metaphors and laced up phrases
Join me for a moments blazing
Of your life and Ill say it plainly
Do you people, far into the future
Feel numb and fear dying
Walk through the mud
Straining to keep trying
Till tomorrows behind you
And ask yourselves as I do
What is this life
Well Ill tell you what
I saw a lizard drowned in a bucket
Drips dropping down
From a broken air conditioning machine
Coca-Cola Addictions
Thrive in busy busy bumble bee decisions
Where's what we are waiting for
Somewhere over the horizon
Forgive me and .........
Let go your thought out sure unchanged
Promises made on unfriendly beginnings
Hold you back in good-life day spending
Years from now you'll understand the meanings
Know what of dreaming
Conflict lies in new found findings
Are the best of meaning, breathing
Though you'll find yourself drab and leaving
Always caught in wind swept stinging
Someday you'll unclasp from my hand
Wandering on past the falling sands
Looking for my reasoning
Walked this road and not again
Understanding is beyond
Learn as to what a true friend is
Create what does lie within
From these hours of two till ten
Walk the floors
through my life, and death, and a million relations,
countless expressions on some pretend clocks face made me,
a poet in my own mind,
but I don't know what I was thinking.
Intoxication from thinking, and insomniac raving,
random thoughts chasing, nothing down a road to nowhere.
Ive know people who were them, and not myself, a seed on a shelf
never to be known as it is unknown to its intent.
A word has no meaning, unless given the context its in,
Now theres a thousand introductions, and not one ending,
its a madness of sorts that theres no comprehending.
You can see yourself in motion, and its not that your cant,
not even, only you just dont.
Its all under your control,
do you let yourself be, or give in to the machine.
I don't know who I am, but I don't know who you are either.
