Ashley
Bluelight Crew
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- Jun 17, 2005
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Trying To Focus
Though I meet distraction with a warm handshake,
I can't help the fact that beneath my boots,
The earth has begun to quake,
A message from the gods that the time is late,
Ear piercing sirens, megaphones that call for escape,
The unstable earth upon which I walk,
Is like the turbulent waves of injustice,
That break upon the shores of my mind,
And in my mind, I walk along those shores,
Combing the beach, eagerly trying to find,
A shell, some driftwood, something more,
But there is nothing,
No, nothing washes up on this shore,
I turn a blind eye to your crystal clear message,
The silence sells itself,
And speaks words descriptive and most impressive,
The quiet that answers my soul,
My soul that so desperately pushes and shoves,
And tries to break out of me,
Unhappy within me,
Though, I would offer my soul important advice,
That if he did indeed break from his vice,
You won't like the physical world,
It's not nice,
As each second ticks away,
The sun seeks shelter for another day,
And welcomes the night, sister of the day,
Some will kneel down and pray,
Pray, that something good will come,
Preferably today,
But as I see them knelt down and devoted,
I can't help but be struck with envy,
Through ultimate faith in something not right,
They have dodged the wicked injustices of life,
Because as their mythical object desires,
Everything will be alright, just righteous,
Perhaps I should find peace in ignorance,
Either way, my compass I have set,
Heading across the waves,
Far to the northwest,
I seek to find the missing pieces,
So I can put together peace,
But soon I fear, and I'm willing to bet,
That someone will discover my pieces,
Scattered so randomly, a bloody mess,
All across the planks of the back deck,
The post production, after I had wrapped,
That hemp made noose right around my neck.
Not sure about this one, it came screaming out of me earlier this afternoon. I find I am so much more keen to write with drugs acting as inspiration, and motivation for that matter.
4EA, your feedback would be greatly welcomed. And everybody else let me know what you think too.
Ash.
Though I meet distraction with a warm handshake,
I can't help the fact that beneath my boots,
The earth has begun to quake,
A message from the gods that the time is late,
Ear piercing sirens, megaphones that call for escape,
The unstable earth upon which I walk,
Is like the turbulent waves of injustice,
That break upon the shores of my mind,
And in my mind, I walk along those shores,
Combing the beach, eagerly trying to find,
A shell, some driftwood, something more,
But there is nothing,
No, nothing washes up on this shore,
I turn a blind eye to your crystal clear message,
The silence sells itself,
And speaks words descriptive and most impressive,
The quiet that answers my soul,
My soul that so desperately pushes and shoves,
And tries to break out of me,
Unhappy within me,
Though, I would offer my soul important advice,
That if he did indeed break from his vice,
You won't like the physical world,
It's not nice,
As each second ticks away,
The sun seeks shelter for another day,
And welcomes the night, sister of the day,
Some will kneel down and pray,
Pray, that something good will come,
Preferably today,
But as I see them knelt down and devoted,
I can't help but be struck with envy,
Through ultimate faith in something not right,
They have dodged the wicked injustices of life,
Because as their mythical object desires,
Everything will be alright, just righteous,
Perhaps I should find peace in ignorance,
Either way, my compass I have set,
Heading across the waves,
Far to the northwest,
I seek to find the missing pieces,
So I can put together peace,
But soon I fear, and I'm willing to bet,
That someone will discover my pieces,
Scattered so randomly, a bloody mess,
All across the planks of the back deck,
The post production, after I had wrapped,
That hemp made noose right around my neck.
Not sure about this one, it came screaming out of me earlier this afternoon. I find I am so much more keen to write with drugs acting as inspiration, and motivation for that matter.
4EA, your feedback would be greatly welcomed. And everybody else let me know what you think too. Ash.
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