Rant

i screamed a bunch of truths you couldn’t handle from the mantle stand till the earth stands still tilted. yea i filled this with the littlest of pick me ups so put me down i don’t wanna be like charlie brown fiending….. No an independant revolution  of the mind full of mindfullness, i used to mind untill these criss crossed existences stitches a glimpse or twitch of it

I became my turn of page towards the brave sage filled with may day cheer.

So little mayflys come near and swarm me 

Well said the newborn nebula, 

I dont wanna be a droplet

 or a goblet of beer 

wheres the sunshine? ive got one unwound mind to rewind and it keeps coming untied and swelling over 

i wanna hide or ;perhaps relapse perhaps off track… i was just backtracking for my friend, a pedal pusher. With my medal of honor me then on with me…. i only wanna be a peace prize loriet born for the lore of it forward with an innocent teeter tattering tower of a flowers will. Just keep thinking how i used to be the easy kill….. 

I just keep thinking 

that i used to be the easy kill 

but now and then?! 

i never will, and that’s the problems epitome . No thats the power of a weepig willows will. that is the mana of a man i really want to be a season of freezing fleeing like a flea.
So they tell me i sing wrong

i swing and and i write wrong,

i fight and live life wrong

well maybe  just maybe crazy 

the issue is i think wrong.

How can one think wrong?

Or be wrong? We all bumble humbly regardless of the artistry

I set my own direction

 i dont need any exception until i confess that the stress is my vest and the chest is compiled higher than the fliers up where i couldnt reach out toward a compassionate cloud oh how i need to be free like the breeze in the trees and creeps in the steeply steeped seeps that ill sleep write into. singing one two are you done dude? you’ve always been the rudist nuddhist or the  illest buddhists fucking clueless blue faced bitch who would snitch me out. What would you have me think about right now? i fight for the right how my fingers seem to jerk the jerk and theres no controlling or consoling consoles on till the break of dawn spawn something crazy crowned carnage is the hardest rifle to shoot. So I blew it off an outwar like a dandelion. Or a dandy lion. And so i stifled my soup and brewed the brew that they wanted me to. the storm is brewing in the brewery and the whole things new to me im suppossed to bling bling like jewlery? ill make a fool of me. I rant for the goon and the ghouls and for the acquisition or grueling tools I’ve just came across I laid my name a cross crucified but at least I tried lied down in the thick of a ditch and the stars displayed a play that I’ve related to all my ominous audience. I guess the problem is this luminous doomsday but who’s to say if beauty is well dispelled only time will tell. For earth I’ll find compassion regardless of the darkness of whichever cave I dwell. 

Weeping Willow

you know i’m not quite sure why i never posted this track on my blog. It’s rather different than the things i normally work on and yet everything i work on does feel rather different from all else. I wanted to post it now though because it’s a great way to express the inward healing energy that reciprocates self growth.

without further ado: here is the track with lyrics below.

..Io:Weeping willow Lyrics:oI..

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

Because, I take care if me I don’t need you to. Self love reciprocates growth like a flower vase don’t let it break basket case. But I guess you figured let it linger just a little longer, lookI’m up and away from the chatter I’m mad as a hatter I’m filling my bladder with a 40oz bottle to the dome. I’m like a garden gnome waiting for the sunset steal me from my lawn or rip me like a bong. Lift me from the pawn tune type of mood that I used to cruise down a one way street blaring. Staring at the sun and swearing if make it there where picnics replace panic and the pixies dance in the rain. Id be one of a kind except (accept) were one in the same. I wonder if sane is a sound assessment, but what’s the question. I’m just a pine needle dripping sap big balling piece of half assed theories can you tell me that the sky won’t fall chicken little fiddle to the riddles of the dungeon folks spoke to me oh how inquisitive.

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

When we say. Welcome to earth good luck living here. It’s a big bad fairy tale welcome to the never ever woods realm of the elves on the shelf and the daze by my self. Id rather hide behind some trees with kush blowing slowing down to a halt I am repart and hearts in the west fall and rise in the east. Is it true that you can shape shift, for every second second wasted another slump into my quiet research for perfection. Never resting. Take a load off I’ll put the load on Distributed evenly yea even me. I get the funky feeling of a feather weight champion. But I’m like a bottle of run dumb my idols I’ll become one Sensai it isn’t true some say it isn’t true some say times falling through the cracked skull skilled magician listen to him love himself and stay focused hocus pocus while still engulfed in the study buddy mentors that meant more to a scientific frontiers in my eyes at the thought of a lost cause me to the face myself. Race myself into a time machine dreamscape-goat of a free land damn I’m feeling murky so undeserving feel the hurting in my veins pain staining muscles through the blood pumped straight to my center starts imploding compassion back tracks my green scape back flashed and I half asked how could I live forever if I am just a weeping willow.

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

Erosion

If I am to erode corrosion
Adjust the quotient
Dilate the focus
First I’ll take the hocus pocus
Crop the placement
make mine closest
Correlate the new spokesperson
Show him my aversion
Clash as if coercion
Knight the humble swordsman
No longer a servant
He can visualize the pattern
Besides most of its physical
You use toxic logic, half the time
The other half is the choice of voices
The other have is the poise of poison

It all let to your elaborate erosion
Which ultimately led you home