Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Neither one of us will make it down this hill alive

It seems that you've been praying for change these days, but do nothing to improve your situation, how do you expect everyone else to do it for you? Maybe it's all for the wrong reasons. Maybe white dashes are more important. You have nothing, because you have everything. You have everything because you have nothing, and you can't see it. You continue to take because you feel it's owed to you. Well maybe that's your problem. Maybe you're the problem. I'm sorry you've been given a raw deal. I'm sorry you got the short end of the stick but I'm tired of hearing complaints without any action to change your stance. I would rather find faith than religion.

We are all set in mud.
Steady hands reaching forward to grasp sincerity, how the bottom fell out of the middle, and the center is broken, and hollow earth divides. I grasp all things. I am all being. although we are violent, we are built to define. The slow slur of vowels that leaves us subjected to malnutrition, leave my tongue in a biting fashion. Gain hold on you and me, Gain hold on you and me. and the preacher laughst ha-ha-ha. and the wise man laughs ha-ha-ha. But they know not of the divide. So I choose to laugh louder. I thought I felt our bond. I thought I felt our warmth. Settle your grasp, steady your hands, stop me from shaking, stop me from shaking. There surely is a life beyond the divide. There are more things beyond the divide. We are all set in the mud. We are all set in the Mud. We are all set in the Mud. We are all set in the Mud. Remove these legs, from these binds, I have love, I have love, I had love. And along came the dessert to save me from myself. and I, dream of time, I dream of time. We are still all things. We are still all life. We are still all breathe. We are still all that is beating. We are still......