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2004-08-01 - dear you thoughts abated, can't you see? words related, all-about-me, all my perceptivity melting down to this one plea but prefaced by my past the good times never last the scene dissolves and fades to black temptation solves excitement's lack a stimulant of sorts the surfer has his ports each hunter stalks his sport but I to this resort: a path that leads to mystery unharnessed future history should wrong be turned to right my roadtrip into night redemptive winds, they might cause turbulence in flight as will is met with oh contrare and dreams end up in sad dispair and all around me everywhere are projects imcomplete the prospect of defeat as time recycles borrowed breath and I escape tomorrow's death with artificial crystal meth a stimulant of sorts the surfer has his ports each hunter stalks his sport but I to this resort: organic manufactured fun this rodeo has just begun I'm on the road as day is done and travel toward my home a place to be alone shut out the world I've known to reconvene with future hopes and rendezvous with secret scopes my past and present isotopes I have one goal in mind a destiny defined my tested plea refined as wild horses, gallop polls, uphill courses, hackers, moles, witches, sorcerors and trolls all monitor and man controls with vain attempts to fill their holes that hunger deep inside that wheel on which hopes ride that heel Achille's fried we feel until we hide conceal the child inside reveal the joke of pride a burial cloak we've dyed to match the tears we've cried a stimulant of sorts the surfer has his ports each hunter stalks his sport but I to this resort: faithfulness in small things a passion for what truth brings ask and knock and seek bear-up for those who're weak turn the other cheek learn when not to speak be humble at your peak reference the Greek be gentle toward the meek reach-out to love the geek ok, we out, your freak � � |