The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few

You ruin my moments
You pepper my pants
You stain all my undies
Your trash attracts ants

My stomach turns in anger
My bowels explode in rage
Beads of sweat pour down my face
Slamming my body with waste

The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few

The pain and pleasure prolongs
The burps and farts shine bright
The churning and the burning
Lends regret to start a fight

A battle of the masses
A war for what is just
A reign amongst the heavens
Magic — wears no rust

The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few A

Bike the righteous day away
Peddle through celestial rays
Ride amidst the foggy bay
Shining brilliant as we pray

Once realized that you’ll be gone
Tunnels rising will re-awn
They’ll tell a tale that they behold
Episodes will then unfold
Painting silhouettes of old

These will show her beauty, dear
Capturing her essence, Seer
Enhancing life with no true age
The oracle will re-engage

Encompassing electric truth
Sipping swigging fine vermouth
Liquids gaseous state derives
From solid matter as it cries

The answers now
The question’s later
He who asks
Brings forth the crater

Free ones self
Free your mind
Bend upon the unbent lines
Flex the muscle
Toot the horn
Ride the mystic Unicorn

Look within, find the light
Search for liquid at it’s sight
Find the inner brazen core
Crystallized, along the shore

For, Malleable we all are
Constellations. Repertoire.
Insight in the darkest times
Relax yourself, drink some wine

This story tells the time it takes
It is all truth, beware of fakes
My journey is a lesson here
The destinations what we bear.

I tell it to you so beware
Take things slow and ‘always share
This life is precious ,let it ride
Remember Gaea, love her pride

She’s irreplaceable.

I’m sick of all the things I did
I’m sick of who I became and hid
I broke free only to chain my soul
I broke free to parade as a hoe

I relinquished the chains then proudly sat by
As slavery commenced I then learned to fly

The flight was unsteady, quite rocky you see.
The flight was unstable, neither grounded nor free

The epic unraveled
The tale became stank
The steam was all smoggy
The clothing smelled rank

The beauty wore off
The glamor was gone
This truth brought the shelter
Acting like a pawn

Torn up inside, yes
Tenfold indeed
Withered like a wrinkle
From a germinated seed

Re-bloomed and re-birthed
I was taken with firth
As Renaissance blazes
Rearranges and lurks

The beauty has returned
The surface reacquainted
The knights slay their dragons
For princesses elated

Balance is restored
The tri force in place
The swords in the stone
The pain is erased

I whisper this story
I tell it profoundly
The ways of wind
Bear wisdom so soundly

You brought back my beauty
You brought back my light
You are my one MUSE
My one TRUE delight

Applesauce pudding pops
Little baby jelly beans
Whimsical walnuts
Cherry pie and Boston cream

DREAMIN up the beauty
Dreaming up the feast
Dreaming up the albacore
Smoked turkey, Chicken feet

Grab yaself some ice cream
Dice ya Berries too
Add some funky gummies
Make some Oreo fondue

Woo! Hoo!

Yes I’m living my life
On the 20th today
Yes I’m living my life
It’s the 20th hooray!

My life is like a party it’s so wild yes it is
My life is like a cartoon which is hella whacky kids

My home, a flying circus
Mobile treehouse, dim lit roof
When I ride that train
I kick it hard like the caboose

Don’t shovel coal
Harness the sun
Hydroelectric too!
Fusion is no problem
Burning fossil fuels ain’t cool

Ride your bike
Cruise the streets
Get lost in your own ways
Learn to love the little things
That magnify the day

Yes I’m living my life
On the 20th today
Yes I’m living my life
It’s the 20th hooray!

Hooray!

Curtail your approach. Get lost in bio-diffusion. Recover and relapse. Put the pieces together. Don’t just focus on the drugs. The co-occurring is the issue.

What came first the chicken or the egg? The dual didactic reasoning is clearly the source of the pain thrice served up on a golden platter laced with silver. Trends surge certain populations due to abhorrent factors and atypical patterns. It’s a different breed of person. We’re looking at late 30’s, maybe 50’s, thinking about the past. Injuries and pain and management has become blunt.

The resources aren’t what they used to be. The drugs are more potent than ever. The trauma history is rampant. Injuries hold onto themselves. This isn’t’ addiction, its pain management rehab.

Should we go to Las Vegas? I would think it would be a poor decision, but if I am going to have a scheduled relapse, I highly recommend that it be the most fun and productive possible. When I relapse…I relapse big. Why? Because I’m an addict.

Obviously…

Gibber-ish. Gibber some. Gibber jab. Gibber hon.

Gibber here. Gibber there. Gibber every underwear.

Gibber my face. Gibber yours. Gibber along the friendly shore.

Gibber this. Gibber that. Gibber at the your first up bat.

Gibber when. Gibber what. Gibber that wobbly butt.

This is a Gibber. This is quite -ish. Together we shall have some Gibber-ish.

Twisted like a joint
Untying a knot
Just to get to the point
Rising from what’s sought

Becoming aware
Self analytical thoughts
Providing all the care
For what we thought we bought

One eyed stones
Two eyed toads
Three eyed rogues
Four eyed codes
Five eyed trees
Six eyed bees
Seven eyed keys
Eight eyed deeds
Nine eyed creeds.
Ten eyed seeds.

These are the eyes that see from all that’s not. They can read your mind. They can read your thoughts.

Hey you! Ignore me.
That’s right. Stop paying attention!
Ignore me. Stop reading.
Ok, I’m serious. Ignore me…NOW!
Yeah you ya big nincompoop. Ignore me.
What’s it to you? Shut ya face.
Big shot. Turn around. Ignore me.
You don’t deserve to acknowledge me.
Ignore me. You ain’t worth it. Dig?

It ain’t real unless you created it. Otherwise, it’s susceptible to change. Evolution…maybe. Convolution…most certainly.

We’re playing with petals on a flower. This is a game of perspective. Have you seen it? We’re you there? It’s pretty irrelevant but the prognosis is indirectly correlated to the way things are perceived.

We are people. Peeping people peeling potatoes porque podemos. This is choice.

Enter the game.

Woopty doo! Ya did it!

Hip Hooray! You made it!

Woopty doo! Keep on keepin’ on!

Hip Hooray! Right on!

Woopty doo! You’re the best!

Hip Hooray! Better than the rest!

Make money. Spend it.

Make money. Send it.

Make money. Use it.

Make money. Abuse it.

Make money. Get wild.

Make money. Reconcile. 

Make money. Get it right.

Make money. Keep it tight.

Make money. Stay smooth.

Make money. Bust a groove.

Make money. You don’t know me.

Make money. Only honey. 

Wrap some words around it.

Tie it in a knot.

Flick it off your fingertip.

Spin it around on a stick with some sort of twine tied around it.

Mark as your own and make it one of a kind.

Spread the soul of your touch in every step. 

Dance backwards. 

Wiggle sideways.

Zip expediently.

Roll trendily.

Create. 

Jagged edges breed crimson tides reflected by the mirrors of perspective that we all know as vision.

Tred the water to stay afloat. One shall always come to the surface when letting go. Fight the current and be taken over. Nature has a plan. Each individual aspires to live their own. Together they form a reality.

Omniscience comes and goes. Like an organism it is plagued with existence for a short period of time. It commences with a deep breathe and a gust of wind. Then it passes on.

This is the reality we share. This is the existence we bear.

Grab onto the roots of a tree. Spread with their direction, feed off the energy, and spread it to a barren source. A famine not only effects those who eat, but also those who have yet to experience the beautiful fruits of this nature.

Make it your own. It’s personality. This is who I am everyday. When I wake up this is what I think:

I think about a jug full of water that gets glugged.

I think about the earth and space time continuum.

I talk about the puppy down the street that’s a pug.

I listen to the roses and I pick my own plums.

Get up with a bang. Go down with a roll. Reach for the stars. Spin out of control.

We are quite similar. This I truly feel. We are not that different. Life is quite surreal.