Revisited and Revised

Looking back at times gone by you see
the good the bad and the seriously messed up works of the entities that walk this planet
Rest in the places where even the bugs might bite
the weather and the events go together so well
cheating for the moment to get that extra step ahead of a wait forever lasting
bring forth the cursed and the wretched
criss cross the centre point to make use of the only people worth having a chin wag with
finding your the one being manipulated from the beginning
notice the flags but not the freedom
so much for chips and the burger we all believed to be something
a perk one might say
with peppery taste you come to the sense of not trying to kill someone
the death note that is taken to the murderer and yet the murdered is yet to have a say
Incidentally it falls into place
you change your mind too often to remember what you say
from section to sector we understand a little more
never looking over the shoulder you turned away with
throwing the salt over the left to hope what you conjure up turns out for the best of you
creation of the wheel gave more of an idea to know what the best choice was to take
or to take out
genius is an over used word in slang to real genius'
regularity and drifts in the solar world we never understand the never ending sides
twice you have to think
one for the voice we all hear
one for the others that dare intrude
block the wall from collapsing
but tear it down when it is blocking more than the flow of liquid crystal
what will you pick when she is the one who will be the pretentious one

Leaving More Than a Bitter Taste

I assume we all have a time of disposition
waiting for the latest moment to realise
following the brand new ways we wish
a new road opens up and with this it has been taken
traveling across the planet
landing on grass dirt and filth the tar burns up
turning around a case belongs to the one that carries the load
face to face with strangers
leaves and trees alike
difference and similarity insists the fortune of familiarity
done with the past in the land with cultures of the world itself
left and right for the door for the four trips
the second stepped to the east where it rises
one nation grows another falls
the flaws taken and the strength created
who knew what was expected
told once and told twice
given responses and taken replies
still stood and untouchable
making a move and making it happen
smile so your happy with it until your cheeks hurt
they tell a different story
so keep to your own

The Mix Up of Man

Tending to the sick and the poor
we listen and never read
twist and turn fitting through every crevice to check for any problems
spoken like a true gentleman
gentle is the word
taking each step step by step
healing sickness and fixing joints of a puppet can give us such joy
brown to black we become confused
which way we should lend a hand and how we know it's all working out
taking the advice and pray it is true
one way or another we read the papers to find out the hypocrisy that surrounds our homes
telling us the words of synchronized movements in the water in the rooms we think are empty
eyes and ears in your walls
apparently is the word we use to say we heard or read
yet we break to say a parent lie is a parent that dies inside
crooked teeth and cape of gold is a symbol
what we perceive it as seems to incorrect until the ink is placed
on paper or in blood
it becomes the same as the river of the Nile
Thames couldn't compare
with the history we apparently have
only 2000 years exist yet the clothes that cover us differ
we became the same ad we were 2000 years back
riding from one to another til we find the one we stand by and hold the horse that lead you there
we never listen and we fall to our knees
listen please not to me or the words that leak
the wind says more than any man could
from every corner of the world
it has been there and can tell a story
of a man or insect
it has more feeling than any feeling we call love these days
the film that lights up the screen
can give us a window yet bend reality
dreams of dreams upon fake fate of philosophy
but they never understand the real times of pride and honour
are you willing to
to give and take that which gives you power to stand and fight
for what you understand and here
on the brink of war
expendable
thats all we all are...

Cut out to be more...

Lately it seems
we all living an American dream
we can not fend for ourselves to save another day
stood too far back to gather what we want
stand about and stand close to the ones we adore
bruises and pain up and down all worth the works of the stage dancer
with voices and tools
we scream to the heights to realize not a lot is cared for
the small and the belittling we all encounter in the days of the show
taking tip to toe to the quiet whispers and listen
riot of the waiters and the those delivering
a woman in rags to hold the work down so she never has to suffer nor her children
but even the skyscrapers can not defend the showers of shards that send more than a hole in a skull
cross it out as an accident
like a cat we cover up the crap and glorify the things we succeed in
with each right and wrong we correct
we trick and treat those at the bottom of the west
from the canyon and the ground gravel
its the peppers we sniff and sky for
doesn't it just
doesn't it work out that way
weakness of your enemy became the weakness in your heart
they strengthened and you broke down to reveal you were never under the technique we all thought
undo it all
release it for the dreaded and the unwanted but to query the direction we gave you
believe it or forget it its all the same
but until I say something
it's all your own loss
"Of course" is the words we all say
practice we announce
how we do so is up to you is it we question
abilities surpass us in many ways to assure us that there is a limit to our own
so carry on with it all
and don't cover the cost with a life of your own
your is your life's connections
no life is a sacrifice worth landing on

speciality of people

Take a cup and pour some in
mix it clockwise and make your mind up
sprinkled into the skin deep yet shallow waters of my own
friction burns into the permanent stamp on the arm
any part of it
honestly it is more than just a thought when I first setup the plan
from fingers to toes of every inch
it is the paper that gives you an answer and also a question
to answer in time before you let it go is to answer it earlier than you should have
the harlequin and maids all showed the other lies to cover the wickedness
that was a focus point
concentrate only on what mattered at its situation and its forthcoming mayhem that would occur
before the minds of the profits and the prophets that are created by the rich and the powerful
fear struck and hidden in the dark
underground to mole away the information
sights of the blind foresaw the coming of the anomaly
we could not even have guessed it to a certain extent
predictions and theories helped to explain the reason the bike broke
but what happened can change the theories and the facts of the possibilities
you frown and wander my conclusion of theoretics
correction with the tip on the spot that marks the spot
yet can it still be that it's just playing on the similarities of the words within the sentences?
right to the point of fringe
it is the margin we scar
the mixed signals we all carry will transmit all over the world to uncover our biggest secrets
our truth
our minds eye
and our true intellect
inquisitions can tell us so much
but only so much...
make it up
your mind needs it

molding a thought to a weathering

It's been a while
it's been too long
it's created something i never thought i would find inside
the sun's a bit brighter
making us all feel warmer
from pressure to depression
you wont find it anywhere else
but in the summer sun getting a tan
wet a bothered tired and fresh
wicked of a turning point to seek the weather's son
as day breaks winter haunting fades
wanders of the midnight sky turn to the windows to bath in the light
with pupils of slits
you can guess it's from one
but left out from the other
wishing the winner's can give more than just face
modesty to motion
treason to convulsion
a freedom of poker was never an idea for conservation
conversation of conservation only led to a talk of conviction
we dabble with the dark arts yet find pleasure in magic
it tickles our imagination to familiarise us with creative notion
danger of making things up but the fear of the truth
which will you choose
a road of distinct absolution that makes no sense
to a path flooded with rocks and pebbles to sore the foot
grammatics to dramatics
you get a creative mind to fix
but an intelligent mind to think of a break