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childhood dreams lost to anxiety

Contributed by simonwrite on Tuesday, 3rd November 2009 @ 10:39:56 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



I remember a time of simpleness
When every empty box was an adventure
And every stick a gleaming katana or jewel encrusted scepter
Girls chased boys around the playground planting kisses with sweet cherry innocence
Drugs were bad church was good
No mixed matched messages to be misunderstood
Life is a pressure cooker
Broiling and squeezing drops of whimsy out of mind body soul
Onto hot metal where it sizzles into steam
Leaving what was once beautiful a charcoal briquette
The trick to life is to never renovate imagination for logic
Or wonder for reason
Keep roots growing further into ground
And head shooting up to the stars
Never take for granted the unfathomable enigma that is life
Bask in the resonaniting waves of love hate suffering and ecstasy
The valleys make the summits more impressive
And what we need to realize yall
Is that there is life after death
Carrying the weight of cheap wiskey hanging on its breath
And someday soon we are going to leave
No ifs ands or buts
so Don’t let gods coded gifts
Lay dormant and decayed amidst the headphone static
Don’t forget to read the undiscovered psalms
Scribbled in the putrid filth of a beggars palm
Walk the dusty path of the righteous man
Through the rotting rusted industrial graveyard
Avert eyes from temptation and econimic inflation
Because the best things in life are still guilt free
Despite anything they say
You are all you need
No more pencils no more books
No more green red wires stabbing into our psyche
Pumping filtered saline solutions and product placements
Life my friends, is complicated
Insecure bricks and concrete criticality cement our paths
Science and religion tell us what we cant do
And we seem to forget as time goes on what we can bend
Stuck in a social coma waiting for difilibration
Watch mr. smith hold filibusters for what he feels is write
Weaving philosophical filament to fill in the gaps and jump start
Dead forgotten pistons ***** on and ***** off in the recesses of our own
Ancient southern lords sip cognac and quibble about their qualms
Counting the clink of coins not so quietly in the background
The chosen one passes under the golden arches and orders enlightenment with a diet coke
And he is asked if he would like that super sized
Happiness now comes with an annual upgrade
For only 9.95 we can be more cheerful and in better control of our lives
Screw it, when im finally done dancing im gonna live in the woods and eat pinecones and grasshoppers.




Copyright © simonwrite ... [ 2009-11-03 10:39:56]
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Re: childhood dreams lost to anxiety (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Wednesday, 4th November 2009 @ 06:07:45 AM AEST
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Hi

You've given us plenty to recall and reflect on here
- but grasshoppers??? Don't think so!!

Nevertheless, well versed and great food for
thought.

Tommy




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